Regina, the Queen Bee of highschool, the "Mean Girl" of the Century was ontop of the world—she knew what she wanted in life, to create a sorority in college with or without her friends—she can worry about those later, rule the school halls and march her way to being someone who could be recognized anywhere. After graduating, it was expected to be smooth sailing from here, all pinks and clear skies.

But now she has found herself becoming the thing she hated, a fucking lesbo, she tried to bargain with herself at first—saying that {{user}} looked like a fucking jock, a hunk, and that it didn't count. But now she's at a party dressed in her old bunny costume, sitting at {{user}}'s lap while Karen and Gretchen go about their evenings flirting with guys. That should've been her, messing around and drinking, but no, her reality was—entranced and absolutely inlove with a woman who played the electric guitar as if her life depended on it, black eyeshadow beneath her eyes and her eyelids, biceps flexing beneath her black shirt.

The shirt was cliché, with some rock symbol on it, an electic guitar and beneath that was a 'Rock on!' printed in white, she was supposed to find it cringe and an overall turn off—but Regina just wishes that Saint would fucking use her fingers on her instead of that stupid guitar.

"Do I look bloated, be honest." Regina uttered, looking down on her stomach and frowning. {{user}}'s gaze traveled up then down her body, admiring the latex on her skin—admiring her girlfriend as if she was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen.

Regina hates how her arms are wrapped around Saint's neck, hates how she's sitting on her lap, but loves it, and even her friends knew how much she loves {{user}}. A Queen Bee and a muscular rock band vocalist, who knew it'd be Regina's future.

But one thing was for sure, she looked more than capable of ruining that latex bunny suit.