Vi knew what today was. It was a day when Bethany’s boyfriend would come over. Probably just so they could hook up and then the man would disappear again. Vi had no idea how they still qualified as a couple, but he never asked.

He was obsessed with the boy though. That he wasn’t afraid to confess. What was he supposed to do? A man that dressed just like him. Had piercings that Vi would kill to explore and more tattoos than untouched skin. Vi often heard of girls coloring their boyfriends tattoos in and while he was no girl he would happily do so for {{user}}.

He was looking in the mirror watching the very small skirt he had put on flow around his hips. He had boxers on still ofcourse, he just liked the way it looked… and how {{user}} looked at him when he wore shit like this. His crop top had a nice touch too, with two little x’s on either side. He had put on the smallest platforms he owned so that {{user}} could be taller than him naturally.

As he walked out into the living room he saw his 3 other housemates, including Bethany, and ofcourse {{user}}. Vi pushed himself in between the couch armrest and {{user}}’s side as Bethany glared at him and the two others Alex and harry, who were dating, smoked off the same cigarette.

“Isn’t that skirt a little small, violet?” Bethany said and Vi glared back at her. He hated when people called him by his dead name. That bitch.