Flashback

I remember I was 13. Anyone who was more recently that age than me probably remembers even more vividly how little privacy you had during that time in your life. And just as you're exploring your sexuality, too! (a practice I had kicked into overdrive from day one)
It was during one of these rushed crossdressing sessions that I really got into it. A new skirt, one of Stacy's bras, some thrift store heels that had gotten me a look as I bought them one day on my way home from school. (I remember how tough it was to ride my bike home with an erection from thinking of the sexy heels in my backpack). And then I noticed I didn't feel quite complete. My toes needed something: polish. But I had none and knew my mother never used it. What I did have were markers. Bright pink markers, the kind that smelled like watermelon or strawberry or something. So in a flash i did up my toes and masturbated - coming just as my parents came home with my little brother.
I made one small tactical error, and realized it just as they came home. No sooner had I stuffed my pretty things into a drawer than my mother screamed at me "Come on, let's go."
Go? Go where?
"To karate."
Oh shit. karate class. Karate class where we don't wear shoes. I freaked out and ran around, grabbing my karate stuff, but in a bigger hurry to find a washcloth to wipe off my toenails. I did the best I could, but could still tell that they were a lot ... pinker ... than usual. There was nothing I could do.
I made it for quite a while. I guess no one really looks at anyones toes very closely. But somewhere halfway though class, i saw Anthony, a little asshole who I had been in several fights with, look down at my feet. I gave him a quick look, which he took to be a dirty look. He walked right over and got ready to shove me, but we were pulled apart. In a panic, angry and scared I walked off to the boys locker room. the instructor's wife, a sweet woman with a pretty face and some of the biggest breasts I had ever seen on such a thin woman comforted me. Treating me like a bullied little kid, she more or less let me hide out in the locker room. i was upset, because I did love karate class, but releived I could get away with my toenails and not be caught.
It was on my way to my mom's car that Anthony, away from eyes of adults, rushed over to me. gave me a quick shove and called me a fag.
I'm almost certain now, that he saw nothing, but at the time it was all I could do to keep the word from my brain all night. Picturing all kinds of people, especially the girls in my school calling me "fag" as they saw me all dolled up. The sexiness of that thought mingled with the humiliation was a potent mix and I discovered for the first time that i could have more than one orgasm in a day.