At first, the saleswomen of the women's apparel store thought that the three sexy boys walking in were lost, or maybe they were there to buy something for their girlfriends ... but that initial assessment was quickly replaced when they saw how these three walked and talked. Yeah, they were gay. Too bad. They were total hunks. Oh well. Sometimes physical appearances can be deceiving. By the way they dressed, anyone would have pegged them as being straight.
"Oh, look at this," Ben said, heading over to the shirts section of the store and picking up a pink tank top that was obviously made for a woman, and something that the normal Ben would never ever wear. "Doesn't it look so totally cute?"
"Yeah, honey, totally," Tony said, walking over and putting his arm around Ben's waist, lovingly.
The saleswomen nodded. Yeah, they were a couple.
A few minutes later, Rob stepped out of the changing room, wearing a tight lavender bare-midriff baby-T shirt (with the word CUTIE on the front in glitter) and a pair of white capris. He swished across the floor towards Ben and Tony, his hips swinging side-to-side in a very pronounced feminine-like walk. "Tho, guys. What do ya think?" he asked, twirling. "I think itth like totally me."
The saleswomen nearby rolled their eyes. Why did there have to be guys that were that hot who were also gay? And this one was really gay, dressing up in women's clothing, talking with an effeminate voice and lisping. He was like a caricature of a stereotypical gay man. Little did they know, less than an hour ago, the guy they were talking about was as straight as they were. But thanks to the "Gay Eye For the Straight Guy" powder, not anymore.