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The autism Americanon has invited you over to show you his compression pants. You follow the directions leading you to a gay low-quality circlejerk. You're slightly worried about becoming gay but you do it for that autistic boibutt. Dodging packs of Spaniards, you find the thread number and hesitantly click post. You can see many things as you wait for the post to load, lots of obviously gay images of boys and what sounds like denial of sexuality. The post loads and the surprised boi looks up at you with a confused grin and says "I'm heterosexual!". As he begins to explain the benefits of onions, you can see a Spanaird in her early 20s posting in the thread with tape stuck to her capslock key. You look around and see what you would think was a normal homo thread if you didn't know better. There's a cute boy attached to his gay themed post, and folders for anime and yaoi are scattered on his desktop . On his monitor is an minimized window of /cm/ in front of an /bant/ thread opened in his browser. You can see programming socks stuck in his closet door. You close any remaining tabs as he rushes post once again, eager to show you the finer points of being in the closet. You come up behind him and pretend to listen to him as he excitedly talks about some stupid poofta shit with his eyes focused on the computer screen. He doesn't notice you staring at his thighs, legs, and lithe butt. After a minute of this you get impatient and move closer, reach down into his compression pants and tell him he's gay. He gasps and pauses, then looks back at you with surprise and sincere confusion, only able to let out a "P-prove it?"
