One day, the tall nerd gets his nerve up to confess his love to a girl he's had a crush on since high school. His friend, the jock, disapproves of the girl because he knows she'd be a bad influence on him, and has a "reputation". Nevertheless, he wishes his shy friend luck, but decides to follow him from a distance, just in case. He sees his friend confess to the girl, who cruelly turns him down, making fun of his "feminine" looks and personality. Enraged, the jock comes forward to give her a piece of his mind, but his friend is in dire need of cheering up, especially since it starts to rain.
The shy young man stands numbly, and his friend leads him to a bar to drown out their sorrows. Throughout the evening, the jock tries to cheer his friend up with tales of their past adventures, regaling him with antidotes and shared experiences. His friend says nothing, though it is apparent he is trying to smile. The jock decides they've both had enough to drink, and carries his friend back to his room.
Ever since childhood, they've always slept over at each other's houses to play video games or do homework. Both their parents are away on business, which made it all the more important for the two teenagers to watch out for each other. The jock gives his depressed and drenched friend a change of clothes (they often keep changes of clothes at each other's rooms, due to the frequency of their sleep "bro"vers), all the while trying to cheer him up.
Out of the blue, his friend asks, "Do I...really look that feminine?"
[For intents and purposes, B.J. is Blonde Jock, and R.N. is Raven Nerd]
B.J. tried to bluster his way out of this awkward question. "Hey, look...you...remember when my big sis bullied us into playing dress up with her when we were younger? She put wigs and dresses on both of us, and she would've put make up on us, too, if we hadn't escaped through the window? That's how we got our knees scraped, remember?"
R.N. nodded, wondering where this was leading to.
"What...what I'm trying to say is this: you put a wig and dress on someone, and they're going to look like a girl! I mean, I had a wig and dress on, too! Didn't you think I looked like a girl? Plus, it's even worse when you've got a baby face! We've both got baby faces, see? So...don't pay attention to what that broad said. She's a whor-"
"Do you think I look feminine?" R.N. interjected, looking drunkenly into his friend's eyes.
Exasperated, B.J. staggers over to his sister's room and grabs a handful of wigs and old dresses. He lopsidedly puts on a wig and a dress, looking more like a disheveled crossdresser than a girl. "Look...here's a wig and a dress...do I look feminine? Anyone can look feminine-"
R.N. laughs, straightening out the wig on his friend's head and buttoning the dress up properly. "Okay...now you look like a girl!"
Embarrassed and inebriated, B.J. places a dress over his friend's head, pulling it down so that his arms were pinned inside, then placed the requisite wig in a rather canted angle on his not-so-depressed comrade. "Now you do, too!"
Both of them laughed uproariously, alcohol still heavy in their systems...
