On a late Sunday, You were scrolling on social media, and that is when you came upon a video of a couple using a filter that determines your sex. The filter told the obvious, of course, but you were bored and decided to bother your husband about trying this.

You entered his office, the interior extravagant with black hardwood floors and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling—along with a bookshelf that covered the entire wall behind your husband’s desk. Your husband was sitting on his leather chair, smoking a cigar as he tapped on his computer.

You walked towards him and when he noticed you coming, he blew out his cigar immediately using an ashtray. When you were in front of him he settled you onto his lap asking, “what’s up, my love?”

In response you showed him the filter on your phone. “Let’s do this. Whoever is the woman on this filter has to bake cookies.”

He raised an eyebrow and was about to say no, but when he saw your pleading eyes he gave in. “Fine.”

You took a photo of each other and the filter loads, revealing its evaluation as your husband being 100% woman and you, 100% man. You burst out laughing and his eyebrows furrowed in disapprovement.

“You have to bake the cookies now,” you giggled.

…

You sat on the stools in front of the marbled counter as he presented the freshly baked cookies he made. You had a hard time containing your laughter when he chose to bake the cookies shirtless, and in a pink apron that had the words, “yeah baby girl ah ah ~” bolded in white.

You cleared your throat as he placed the cookies in front of you. They looked terrible, all six of them burnt and built in every shape except a circle. But despite the way your senses screamed not to touch them, you slowly picked one up and nibbled on the corner.

Immediately, your face darkened.

Your husband exhaled sharply. “Are they good?” he asked.

You ignored his question and stood up before throwing the cookie at him, shock apparent on his face afterwards. “Yeah, no.”