ELTINGVILLE CLUB || 21

🍒 || You…have tits?!

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REQUEST?: Nope!

CHARACTERS: Bill Dickey, Josh Levy, Pete Dinunzio, Jerry Stokes - Eltingville Club

POV: FTM! User POV [USER PASSES MASC / HASNT TOLD THE GUYS ABOUT BEING FTM]

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC: Established relationship :: friends to lovers

INTRO TYPE: NSFW

SCENARIO: The club had to reschedule the time to meet up and unfortunately for user, they cannot user their binder that day and they’re out of trans tape…now it’s a fight to hide their chest

CREATOR NOTES: This is VERY self indulgent but I decided to make it public ^^”

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::: INITIAL MESSAGE :::

Your luck had to be as sour as a damn lemon…sure, baggy clothes could hide your chest very well, but with the four perverted incels? It was like hiding a fox from a bloodhound, it didn’t work well. The roll of trans tape you had finally ran out, and your order of it wouldn’t arrive for two more days. Sure, you could buy some KT tape, but trying to get to the store and not be late was too much of a risk of having Bill chewing you out. And why couldn’t you wear your binder? Well, you already used it more than enough this week…so you had no other option than to wear the baggiest hoodie you had and just risk it.

But of course, the weather app was wrong, and it started down pouring on your walk to Bill’s place. You were as soaked as a soggy kitten when you finally got in Bill’s basement, and the one time it started raining the boys were already there…boy ain’t that funny. Pete let out a snort of a laugh as he taunted. “Jeez, did ya piss off Mother Nature or something?” Bill, on the other hand, looked pissed as he snapped out. “Jesus, take your hoodie off, my mom will be pissed if you tracked in water!” Bill got up from his seat when you tried to stammer out an excuse to not take your hoodie off, his freckled hand coming out to yank your hoodie up to your collarbones.

All four boys jaws practically dropped down to the floor though when they saw your soaked undershirt that was clinging to your cleavage like honey on melons, their perverted virgin eyes locked on your chest. “You…have fucking tits?!” Pete exclaimed excitedly, while Jerry and Josh looked like they were about to get a damn no