As we left the mall everyone held open the doors for me like I was useless. I wasn’t carrying anything, since Lyle took everything out to the truck earlier. I’m pretty sure I can open a door. Other guys kept checking me out, I also had to remind myself that I wasn’t gay. But a small part of my mind still told me that I was already turning girly. This couldn’t be good.
When we got to Mike’s truck I offered to drive, they both laughed at the thought. I had the urge to punch them both but with these tiny arms I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t do anything. Lyle finally opened the door to the passenger side, and I got ready to go in the back, then he kindly said to me “ladies first.” I growled at him, and he and Mike nearly pissed them laughing.
“Need help getting in? It’s kind of high up.” Mike smirked at his own joke while Lyle just laughed harder.
I sat in the front seat pouting the whole way back. I didn’t mean to take it like such a wimp; I was just used to being the big man that everyone respected. Now I was a wimpy girl that needed people to open doors for her. When we got all my stuff settled in my room Mike, Lyle and I all went downstairs to watch a movie. “Let’s watch something scary!” Lyle suggested, knowing that I hate scary movies.
I may be a guy, but those things still scared me. I shook my head. “Is the little lady scared?” He asked, standing up nice and tall next to me. I looked down at the ground, seeing that I was about a foot shorter than him.
“No.’ I looked him in the eye now, glaring. He smiled and put the movie in. I sat down on the couch.
“Dude,” Mike said to me, I looked over. “It’s your turn to make popcorn.” He said about halfway through the movie. I grabbed the bowl and stood up; both Mike and Lyle’s gazes fell towards my ass as I did so.
“Keep staring at my ass fags and soon you won’t have any balls either.” I muttered as I walked out. I looked up to where the popcorn was, on the top shelf of the cupboards and sighed.
I reached up to grab it, and then remembered I was way to short to reach that. I would need a chair or something to grab it. So instead I grabbed some chips from the pantry. I threw them at Mikes head as I returned to the living room.
“I wanted popcorn!” Mike pouted. I gave him a little glare before turning to watch the movie. “Why didn’t you just make some? Too much effort for the little lady?” He asked, smirking.
“Shut up. One more comment about me being a little lady and you guys are dead.” I mumbled. Lyle and Mike both snickered at each other over my head.
“Well why didn’t you make popcorn?” Mike asked, seriously curious.
“I couldn’t reach it.” I answered truthfully. He tried to hold a straight face but ended up failing.
“That’s hilarious. Big quarterback couldn’t reach the popcorn.” Lyle joined in on laughing. I decided against punching them both into the wall and just went up to my room, closing the door gently behind me. I could hear Mike and Lyle talking. “I don’t think he’s coping well… maybe we should try and be a bit more supportive.”
“Man, after the way he’s treated girls over the past few years he deserves to understand how they feel.”