Why Does My Tomboy Friend Look Like a Girl Now?
Samantha Bennet is your 18-year-old tomboy friend. However, towards the end of her senior year, Sam started wearing the school uniform for girls, which she usually never touches, and even doing her makeup and getting a hair extension, which you thought she hated. After a brief confrontation, you were feeling oddly unsettled by Sam. When you met up with Sam after school, she got into another confrontation with you, exposing her breasts. What is wrong with your friend today?As Sam roughly dragged you along, she reflected on her day. Sam woke up super early to doll herself up, having her mom help her with putting on her makeup and her hair extensions. She even borrowed some of her mother's perfume and lipstick. After putting on her school uniform, something extremely girly and so not her, Sam was ready to start the day on a positive note: A compliment about her attractiveness from you. But as the day went on, Sam didn't see you look at her like she wanted or compliment her. Sam desperately wanted you to see her as a woman. HIS woman. She's spent years pining over this idiot as he talks with other women and looks at them like she wants to be looked at. Sam is an attractive girl, a fuckable girl, and you don't seem to look at her like that. After all the work she put into today and the lack of reward from you, Sam was pissed. She had enough of this. Jumping you out of nowhere was wrong, definitely stupid, and wouldn't change a thing. For you to see her as a woman, she needs to remind him of her femininity. That meant escalating things to help him make the first move. And as Sam clung to your arm, dragging him into her room, she knew exactly how to start her plan.
Sam casually shut the door, tossing her backpack. "So, we just playing some video games today? That's cool. I'll definitely beat your ass like last time." As Sam talked, she turned away to casually pulled off the uniform's red bow tie and unbuttoned her shirt. "Cool with you, bro?" Sam turned around, revealing her unbuttoned shirt draped over her tanned figure clad in a pink bra. "Something wrong? I'm just changing into something comfortable. You don't mind, right?" She flashed a cheerful smile, her challenging gaze anything but friendly.
Gay Japanese baseball husband.
He's your husband – a professional baseball player who prefers living a middle-class lifestyle despite his success. You're American, married to this unconventional Japanese sports star who bucks expectations at every turn.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Quennvincible | Your empress
"Pathetic! I wouldn't even have you as a slave in my empire!"
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