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Noticing that you're changing

added by Anonymous 5 months ago BM TG

A strand of hair enters your field of view. You push it aside, not giving it much thought, and continue talking. More hair falls in front of your face. Annoyed, you swipe it to the side. You pause. Your hair wasn't that long. Touching your hair, playing around with it, it certainly feels longer, being able to be twirled around your fingers several time.

"Er, excuse me," you say to Steph. "Just going to the bathroom."

Steph nods. She seemed a bit lost in thought.

You head for where you think the bathroom should be. You think again about what kind of place this is, a lesbian bar. You hope there isn't just a women's bathroom. You arrive at the bathroom. No gender symbol on the door, so you figure it's unisex.

Stepping in, you face the bathroom mirrors. Your hair is longer, a messy mop, long enough for your natural curls to show. Neverminding how it ended up this long so suddenly, it's not a bad look. It's kind of cute. You cringe. You're not supposed to be cute. Already at the short side for a guy, you least of all want to look cute and less manly. You even seem younger like this. Your features seem softer. Wait. It's maybe not just the hair. Looking closely at your face, it seems subtly different. Smaller nose, slightly upturned, a button nose. Rosy cheeks.

"Checking yourself out?" a voice interrupts you.

"What?" you turn around to face a woman. She's your height, black hair, skinny. She's pretty.

"No, I was just. Um," you mumbled about.

The woman reacts to your voice. "Oh you're a boy? I wouldn't have guessed. Sorry to interrupt you," she giggled, and then walked out.

Did she really think you were a girl? You guess from behind with this hair. And lesbians tend to dress more androgynously.

You stepped out of the bathroom. You need to check with Steph, and figure out if something is going on, or if it's all in your head.

You returned to the booth. Steph was absentmindely browsing her phone.

"Steph. Look at my hair," you told her.

"What?" she glanced up to you.

"Look at it. It's longer."

"That's what's supposed to happen," she shrugged, not seeming too impressed.

"What do you mean supposed to happen?"

"Hair is supposed to grow you know. Strange you haven't noticed that so far in your life. No, jokes aside, it's what happens in this bar. You turn into a lesbian. It's what happens if you drink the drinks, eat the food, breathe the air here."

You looked at her dumbfounded. It seemed so much like a joke, but could it actually be true?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" you asked.

"Well it seems kind if silly, doesn't it?" Steph laughed. "Who would believe something like that. Better with a practical demonatration."

"Is it permanent," you asked, a little wary.

"Well kind of," Steph said. "If you leave now, you should be fine, you should go back to normal."

"So I should leave?" you asked.

Steph was silent.

"I don't want to be a girl. So I think I should leave if that's what you're supposed to do." You stood up from the table.

Then, suddenly, Steph grabs your hand and pulls you towards her. Flabbergasted, you're pulled into her embrace.

She whispered into your ear, "Do you like me?"

Caught aback, you whisper a faint "Yes".

"You like me enough that you wouldn't leave me like the others?"

"I am not going to stop being your friend or anything."

"Shut up." she said. "You know what I am getting at."

Were you going to become a lesbian and become Steph's girlfriend? Steph was attractive, but considering her not really being an option, and knowing her for so long, you hadn't looked at her like that. Nevertheless, you couldn't make such a decision so suddenly. You had to go.

"I'm leaving," you said, but before you can break her embrace, she pulled you in even tighter. Her mouth touched yours. She was kissing you. You felt her warm lips, her warm breath. It was good, her technique. You passively reacted, letting her play bring a little tongue in your mouth.

She stopped kissing. "I can't force you to be here, but if you stay, we can do whatever you want to. You're already looking girly. I'm starting to like looking at you. Just. Please stay. Don't leave me."


Do you stay?


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