As Paul neared closer, you grow nervous. These foreign thoughts of men and lions scared you. You didn't want to become some geeks top boyfriend. But suddenly, everything made sense as your memories became rewritten.
You were adopted by your parents at a young age. They found you while on vacation to sub-saharan africa. You grew up normally, but were rather amazing at sports, with the agility of a lion working to you in soccer. You were quickly accepted, despite being mostly lion, as the head of every sports team.
Around your teen years, your friends started becoming interested in girls. You never really found them attractive. Rather you found many of the boys, both on your team and on others, increasingly hot. You figured they would be dominating you until the age of 14.
Puberty did you well. A beautiful mane grew in thicker than the other boys, with a healthy amount of body hair growing in above your fur. You became muscled from your sports training. You became known to bang whomever you wanted. But you never felt actual romantic attraction to another boy.
But then, Paul came. Paul is a boy lion, but like Prince John in the Robin Hood movie, never grew in his mane. He was incredibly beautiful and totally submissive. You began dating 1 year ago, and with you both about to graduate, you have considered making him your mate.
You woke up in Pauls room, not remembering the previous events. You look over to see your boyfriend, Paul, laying on the bed naked. You realize you, too, are naked.
"Come on over." Paul mewls. "I want you."
You smirk with a growl and crawl over to the bed. You look at your beautiful boyfriend beneath you. He strokes your chissled muscles, running his hands through your thick mane.
"I love you Paul." You whisper as you finally mate him.