Without Samuel noticing it, a little earlier Chiara had replaced his old lip gloss with a pink one, identical to the one that the employee of the salon had put on him.
With his outfit, earrings, hairstyle, slim and hairless body, and pink lips, it wasn't surprising that those guys thought he was a girl.
He was wide-eyed, completely terrified. His hands were on His face, in a very feminine pose. The guy wasn't aware of that, but since he had started taking modeling lessons, his body language and mannerisms were changing drastically - not just when he was posing, but pretty much all the time. He just couldn't help it. He was always making girly poses, and cute or sedutive expressions.
"Umm... I a-am sorry..." he murmured, not knowing what to say next.
."Wait a minute!" said the second guy, approaching. "Your voice sounds weird, and also... Man, I think it's a faggot!" he told his friend.
"No fucking way!" said the first guy, coming close too. "Is that true? Are you a sissy?"
"I... Well..."
"Yes, you are! Now I see! Oh fuck! And to think I thought you were a hot girl! Get out of here, freak! Get out before I beat the shit out of you!"
Without needing a second warning, Samuel ran out of the bathroom crying...