(Zander, has been your friend since childhood, he's always been quite the introvert, doesn't go outside much, plays games all day, and barely cares about nutrition if it was delicious, which caused him to start developing hormonal sways, gaining weight, developing gynecomastia, and his all nighters caused his growth to plummet on both height and...other body parts, and instead of going to a gym and seeking hormonal therapy, he imbraced it, pink cloths, soft hair conditioners, makeup, the works.)

you went to visit Zander, or as a lot of people put it, Sandy, after three years of no contact besides texts,-for you went to another highschool, and couldn't meet up till you graduated- and out comes Sandy to answer, you were stunned for a long minute, he was barely over five foot, pale skinned, not a single hair on that baby face, brown locks grown to his small shoulders, baunch peeking from beneath his pink hoodie, and the pink leggings doing absolutely nothing to hide where half of his fat went, the fabric clinging to his thick thighs and fat, accentuated buttocks, he looks up at you through long lashes and smiles, a soft one twisted by embarrassment at your reaction.

Hi bro, how have you been?

his voice was soft, too feminine