Prolouge

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"Mother? Where is my bag" I ask in a sweet voice, " Its in the front Ryan, are you sure your ready today?" I look in the mirror and I adjust my bra binder, what if nobody joins the club? Or the jocks have there way with me? I am a beautiful boy and I love myself and need no one to fill up my heart.

Ugh, here goes nothing. 

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