When I was younger, I ran track and played football. I had heard once that if you shave your legs, you are more aerodynamic, or something to that extent. So, i tried it. IF it made me go faster during next track practice, i'd continue it. But the next day...
I pulled my shorts up, and tied them. Ready to try out my new found trick. I smiled in anticipation to win against my rival. Then he stepped forward, gliding on the locker room floor. His evil smirk upon his face. His teeth bared.
"Only faggots shave their legs," he says as he pushes me over and begins to beat the living shit out of me.
I never ran track again.
And, to this day, I've never shaved my legs.

"Josh," Zach cries softly into the pillow. I'd hug him and comfort him if not for the fact he is gay, and that would be awkward.
"Hey, cheer up." I say. I feel awful for him. He'd just gone through the break up of a century and had no one to confide in. I touch his arm. He lifts his face and i see his blush.
I quickly pull away.
But, as doing so i got the worst idea of my life.
"Hey, I'll be your bi guy tonight," i say giving him eybrows. Being the pervert he is, he grabbed my arm and jokingly said, "Alright babeh." We both laughed, but he didn't let go... and it made me feel weird...