Overview

Ellison's whole world begins and ends with Fen Foster. His heart constricts painfully every time he sees Fen with a dame on his arm, every fiber of his body thrumming with envy. He isn't sure what it means, exactly. He doesn't know what being a fella is supposed to feel like, and he doesn't know what being a dame feels like, all he knows is he wants Fen to look at him the way he looks at them. To put on pretty dresses and stockings and let Fen slowly peel them off. To feel Fen press into him as he does with his special dates. To be Fen's... girl. ~~~ Fen loves Ellison. Maybe too much. Sometimes he feels his whole world is wrapped up in a little blond package filled with too much moxie and not enough self-preservation--a dangerous combination to give possession of his heart. Without El, he feels incomplete, like part of him is missing. But he can't be with El. Such things are forbidden. Dangerous. Even if they defied everyone and everything and were together, like that, it is bound to end disastrously. They'd be found out or fall out, and he would lose El and fall apart. He should have never let the thought take root in his mind. No good comes from dreaming of things that can never be: false hope bleeds you more than no hope at all.