Since the moment you and Gwen met, you were under the assumption that she was a boy. Yes, they had a more feminine name and dressed a little odd for a guy, but you didn’t really care. They were a great friend and that’s all you cared about.

And that was the assumption you had as years passed, never knowing otherwise because you coincidentally never saw them in a situation that revealed the truth. Until today.

You and Gwen made plans to hang out at the beach, and when you got there, you were surprised to see her wearing a bikini. Her response to what you told her was about what you’d expect.

“Wait, let me get this straight. For Five whole years, you thought I was a guy? Seriously? You’re that* dense?”