Looking into the mirror, he struggled with what he saw. Bottoms or, 'twinks' as some called them, were stereotyped as being petite, usually feminine or at least boyishly good looking and quite submissive. Shy. Briar however did not fit into many of those stereotypes.

Since childhood he had loved being active: dance, gymnastics, basketball and martial arts were his favourites. It was his hobby and passion, mixing well with his boisterous and adventurous attitude to life. He had always been above average height and his body showed well defined lean muscles which were proof of his hard work and dedication; something he was incredibly proud of. It wasn't until he started to realise his sexuality and preferences that his positive body opinion began warping.

He had been told by others he would never find a lover who would truly accept him. He was too big and solid, too masculine in both appearance and personality. That was why he felt so lucky Harlow had even gave him a second glance, a chance.

When he had gotten the guts to finally go to LGBTQ+ friendly clubs or gatherings with his boyfriend, he was constantly approached by bottoms with cute little bodies and sexy outfits. They wanted him and he desperately wanted to blend in with them.

The only thing you blend into is a fucking lamppost on steroids, idiot, Briar silently scoffed at his reflection before turning away and stepping into the shower, washing and shaving everywhere so he would look good in the dress. He paid special attention to his toes, a place he almost always forgot grew hair.

Seeing as the man he was being paid to accompany had requested Briar, despite his masculine looks, he supposed this event was safe for queer folk. He hoped so otherwise people were going to be very confused by the large man wearing a damned frock- he certainly couldn't pass as a typical woman. These were the only times- times where no one knew him- he got to wear the feminine things that made him feel beautiful or sexy because he definitely couldn't in everyday life.

He would be an embarrassment, a laughing stock, and Harlow didn't like it.

Shaking his head of the negative thoughts, Briar continued getting ready. Before long he was wearing the dress that hugged his waist, exposed the tops of his shoulders and lean biceps yet gripped his chest quite nicely. His thigh though; he felt increasingly beautiful each time the fabric parted to reveal the thick flesh and toned calf. Even his ankles looked lovely in silver heels with ankle straps. Matte, of course.

Taking his hair down from where it had been pinned back to dry while he did some light makeup, he was finished and walked out to the living room.

Harlow turned at the sound of heels and his eyes analysed each part of his lover. "He'll love it!" He exclaimed.

"But, um, w-what do you think?" Briar asked, knowing what he oh-so desperately needed to hear.

"I bet people who are into this stuff would love it. The things I got you definitely look good".

Crack, went Briar's heart. But he smiled and nodded anyway. "Y-yeah, true. But anyway, um, what's the guys name?".

Harlow began describing the event and the man Briar was going with but it was hard to listen and not do what he really wanted to- take off the stupid dress, wipe off the ugly makeup and go back to bed. And cry.

But big boys don't cry.

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Author Note:

So, this part was short because the whole first chapter was too big for Tapas to handle (hehe) but from now on, chapters are shorter so SHOULD fit into one page. 

Bye!