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I remember this vivedly and I'm straight.
In high school, I was very awkward socially (decades later I could find out that it's autism, but at that point it was just called "he's shy and awkward"). I had a group of bullies who would follow me around taunting me.
Usually, they'd leave me alone if they were alone with me, but there was one exception. One of my bullies loved pretending to come onto me in the locker room. As if being in your underpants changing in front of other guys wasn't embarrassing enough as a teen, this guy would pretend that he was gay (he definitely wasn't) and that he was attracted to me.
I remember feeling ashamed of being identified by someone as possibly being gay. (A feeling that present day me realizes wasn't right, but I was a teenager and being gay wasn't widely accepted then.) I wanted desperately to prove that I was straight, but had no way of doing that. (See above about being extremely awkward socially - I didn't have my first date until about a decade later.)