I didn't have time for annoying boys. He was handsome, cheeky, and quick-witted; exactly what I didn't need. I could easily fall for this boy, and that was something I had to avoid at all costs. In some ways, dressing as a girl was even more damaging than being myself. Sure, I didn't get beaten up or mocked, but it did mean I had no chance of ever having a relationship. What boy would want to date me once he found out what was between my legs? And what gay man would want me, while I looked like this?
Ashton Laramie thought dressing as a girl would solve all his problems. No one's going to beat up a girl, right? But then he meets Matt Rose, and his posse of equally annoying, sexy friends. How is Ash supposed to stay on the straight and narrow, when he's not even straight?