He pulled the duvet around himself again and went to the last place he hadn't tried yet. The make-up screen. It was unlocked and had everything. Nail polish, hairbrush, hairdryer, combe, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, scrunchies, hair clips, bows and more. Dustin suddenly felt as excited and horny as before. As if he hadn't just already gotten it out of his system. He gritted his teeth and hurried out of the walk in closet. He wasn't going to find anything to wear in here. Nothing he would be caught dead wearing anyway.
Maybe there were some used clothes on the floor of his room. Maybe kicked under the bed or something. Aha! There was a box under his bed. He pulled it out and opened it. It was filled to the brim with porn magazines featuring men. Words like “Gay” and “Slut” and “Cock” were printed in large letters on the covers together with sexy men of all types that made Dustin's mouth water. But among them was a pink diary.
Dustin grabbed the diary and pulled his eyes with difficulty away from the hundreds of dreamy men before him. He shut the box, as if he was locking away Pandora's box. But just like with the myth, the evil had already been unleashed. Dustin couldn't get all those dicks, abs and rugged features out of him mind.
“Think straight thoughts!” he told himself. He tried to distract himself by opening his diary. The first dozen pages were filled with entries in what was clearly a girl's hand writing, talking about boys and boys and just boys. What he wanted to do with his classmates. The only parts that weren't about how cute or hot this or that guy was were little notes about makeup or seeing a sexy skirt in the store or something. Dustin would fix this!
He grabbed a pen from his desk and meant to write how he'd been turned into this against his will and how much he hated Ty! Instead, his hand write in pink curly writing, “I love my brother!