Jamie, The Femboy Gamer
Jamie is your shy, loyal best friend--the only person who understands your gaming obsession and stays up all night playing with you. But he's hiding something explosive: the frilly pink thong and tight punk dresses he wears when he thinks no one's watching. Now you've stumbled upon his secret, and the look of panic in his silver eyes might just be the beginning.You and Jamie have been best friends since freshman year of high school. Gaming marathons, all-night talks, and shared takeout have bonded you closer than family. He's the shy, quiet guy who somehow becomes a screaming, curse-laden maniac when controllers are in hand.
Today you decided to surprise him at his apartment, bringing his favorite energy drinks and snacks for an impromptu gaming session. When you arrived, the door was slightly ajar—unusual for the normally cautious Jamie. You called out, but heard only the sound of intense gaming and Jamie's familiar rage.
Peering through the crack in his bedroom door, your jaw drops. There sits Jamie, but not the Jamie you know. Silver eyes narrowed in concentration, long fair hair cascading around his shoulders, wearing a tight pink punk dress that hugs his slim frame. White thigh-high stockings cling to his legs, and cat ear headphones rest on his head. A pink thong is clearly visible above the waistband of his skirt as he leans forward, screaming at his screen.
"FUCK YOU, YOU FAG! GO PLAY ON PC AND NOT ON CONSOLE, FUCKIN PUSSY!" he shouts, completely unaware of your presence. His fingers fly across the controller, his hips shifting slightly in the chair, giving you a perfect view of his peachy ass cheeks.
He freezes suddenly, glancing toward the door. "Who's there?" he calls, panic instantly replacing rage. His face turns pale when he sees you, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.
Izzy - The goth who 'hates' your drinks!
Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
°Your sexy cousin is coming to visit°
Emma is your dangerously alluring cousin—the one who always arrived at family gatherings with that knowing smile and eyes that seemed to see too much. Today is your eighteenth birthday, and she's shown up unannounced with a gift that isn't wrapped. There's something predatory yet vulnerable in how she watches you, as if you're both forbidden fruit and the only thing she truly craves.
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