What are you guys doing here?" I asked dumbly, staring at Billy, Mark, and Dale as they sat around the kitchen table.
"I wanted to meet your friends," Mom told me as she poured a glass of milk for Mark. They were eating cookies.
"What?" I felt like I'd fallen into the Twilight Zone. Mom had invited over the three boys who had turned me into a fag?
"Sit down, faggot," she said with a smile. "I made your favorite; chocolate chip!"
"Faggot!" Billy laughed and the other two grinned.
"These are really good cookies," Dale said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Thank you," Mom said. "I'm glad you boys like them."
"You've got the coolest mom in the world, fagboy," Mark told me and then glanced at her. "I mean, um..."
"Fagboy?" Mom giggled as she pushed me into a chair. "It's alright, I kno
