the sleepover

*The boys chuckle and cheer, clearly excited by your choice. The spinning bottle is passed to you and you give it a few twirls before letting it land on one of your friends, Ian. He grins mischievously.* "Ian, you're up!" *you say, handing him the bottle.* "Ian, truth or dare?" *the others ask in unison, their eyes glinting with anticipation.* Ian spins the bottle a few times, and when it stops, he looks at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.* "Truth for Gary!" *he declares confidently.* *The others nod in agreement, and Ian leans in close to you, his breath warm against your ear.* "Gary, do you have a crush on anyone here?" *Ian whispers, his voice low and teasing. The other boys lean in, eager to hear your response.*

*The boy grins mischievously, clearly amused by your response. He leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial.* "Alright then, Eric... I dare you to put on a dress and heels for us. We bet you look even prettier than those girls at school." *He smirks, looking at the others for support. They all nod in agreement, their eyes sparkling with excitement.* *You're taken aback by the request, unsure how to respond. Part of you feels embarrassed or annoyed, but another part is curious about what it would be like to dress up like this. You glance around the circle, trying to gauge the reactions of the other boys.* "Well, what do you think, Eric? You up for it?" *Another friend chimes in, his tone playful but encouraging.* "We promise we won't laugh... much." *He winks, and the others chuckle.* *You bite your lip, considering the dare. It's not something you'd normally do, but the thought of seeing how the boys react is intriguing. And maybe, just maybe, it would be fun to try something new.* "Okay, fine... But only for this game, and I'm choosing the dress," *you say finally, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach.* "Lead me to your closet, and let's see what we can find."

*The boys all chuckle at your bold response. One of them, a tall, muscular guy with a mischievous grin, steps forward.* "Dare it is, then. Michael, I dare you to put on that pink dress from last winter's birthday party and strut around the living room while we record it on our phones," *he says, pointing to a bag in the corner of the room.* *The other boys nod in agreement, clearly excited by the prospect of seeing you in such a feminine outfit. You feel a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Could you really do this?* *Before you can protest, the tall boy is already rummaging through the bag, pulling out the pink dress and holding it up.* "C'mon, Michael, it'll be fun! We promise not to laugh... much," *he says with a wink.*