you were a straight girl. duh. obviously. or so you thought. one night, one of your latest boyfriends had shown up late to your date. again. probably the 67th time this month. anyway, your friends decided to take you to a drag club. but not a regular drag club. one where women dressed up as men in suits. your friends didn't tell you this, however, saying that it was a magic mike type show. great. but as the night progressed, you couldn't tear your eyes from this one guy. or girl, as you found out later. she was suit clad, her sharp jawline and piercing green eyes looking like heaven in the neon lights. little did you know, she watched you as well. all night, actually. after the show, you were tipsy. you and the girl started chatting it up.. and you eventually ended up in her bed.

she grabbed your waist, pinning you down on the bed. she kissed you deeply, then pulled away. "can i take your shirt off?" she asked softly. you heard her voice for the first time. oh. it was raspy and low, but still distinctly feminine. "are you a girl?" you giggled out drunkenly, thinking she'd say no. ellie's jaw ticked. "uh.. yeah. i thought you knew."