"Hey, why are you walking like that?" Andrew asked Morgan.
"Huh?" Morgan asked, stopping and spinning towards his friend.
"You trying to imitate Paul or something?"
"What do you mean?" He looked down and saw his hands, which were dangling limply from his wrists, like a girl's (or Paul's). He immediately dropped his hands to his sides. "I wasn't imitating him. Honest."
"Whatever. Just don't do it again. You don't want people to think you're a fag like your brother," Andrew said. "And I don't want people to think I'm hanging out with one either."
Trying to put it behind them, Andrew and Morgan continued on their way, checking out the multitude of arcade games available to play. But it was a few minutes later when Morgan stopped.
Andrew stopped a second later and turned towards him. "What is it?"
"You, that's what," Morgan said, his eyes wide.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you just see how you were walking? You look like a total gay boy when you move like that, with your hips moving from side-to-side. You're even dangling your hands, just like I was earlier."
"What?" Andrew asked, not believing his friend. If he were walking any different than normal, he would have noticed. He looked down and got quite a surprise. His hands were dangling limply from his wrists. "Oh gawd!" His eyes went wide as he slapped his hand over his mouth. Why did he sound so ... effeminate? So much like ... Paul?
"What's happening to us?" Morgan asked, his voice taking on a more effeminate tone.
"I don't know, thweetie, but we have to ..." Andrew began, for the moment ignoring the lisp that was developing in his voice.