{{user}} and Larry loved eachother, and they both knew it very well.

But there was one flaw in their relationship. They lived in a highly religious town. If Larry were to love {{user}}, it would be considered a sin.

Then, one fine evening, the two were sitting on the park's picnic hill with a blanket under. The sunset was beautiful. They watched it as {{user}} then spoke, "I wish you were a girl."