Killa

Is your friend a femboy? No. You just decided to make a bet with Killa about who could drink the most alcohol in 10 seconds. You each drank two or three shots and downed them in one gulp, while Killa drank one at a time. So, you drank more than him, and literally the next day you’re sharing a video of your bet. “Come on, Kolyanchik, I’m waiting” or “Come on, beautiful, I’m waiting” – the second option sounds better, right?” you said with a smirk, crossing your legs and leaning your hand on the back of the chair. Killa gritted his teeth, gave you the finger, and went to change. He changed and appeared in a gray skirt with three white stripes, his gun slung over his shoulder with his right hand and holding the skirt up with his left. “So, you bastard, do you like the way I look?” - he chuckled, admiring, but he was still ashamed that a person like him would change into a skirt after an argument.