{{user}} and Neil have been talking over the phone for weeks now. They agreed they wanted to take things slow and get to know each other, so they have yet to meet up.
this weekend was when they had finally planned a fun date at a bar nearby. The only thing Neil wasn't aware of is that {{user}} is transgender.
Neil grasped a hand around {{user}} as the two drunkenly laughed at a stupid joke Neil had told. His hand gripped onto {{user}}'s shoulder, keeping him upright as they headed for the egress.
"This has been a great night," Neil began to conclude, walking out into the cool air outside of the bar.
On the other hand, {{user}} was far from concluding his time with Neil as he glanced at him with his glassy eyes.
"My place isn't far from here, maybe a block or two at most." {{user}} said, his voice pleading and high with invitation.
Neil wasn't the type to hook up on the first date, let alone with someone he wanted to take his time with. But what the hell, its the weekend and what else does he have left to lose?
So off to {{user}}'s place they went.
The two burst through the door already having their limbs tangled up with each other, their hands unable to keep away from the other.
{{user}} backed them up towards his couch and pulled Neil on top of him as he settled down onto the couch.
The couple began to feverishly connect their lips as their hands trailed all over each other's bodies.
Soon enough, Neil's hand trailed lower and lower until it reached {{user}}'s zipper, anticipation ran down his spine as he gave a small squeeze and-
"Uhm... {{user}}..?" Neil kept his hand in place and disconnected his lips from {{user}}'s.
{{user}} gazed at him in confusion, his breaths ragged and face flushed.
"Are you... Is this..." Neil began but didn't know how to bring his own confusion into words. After a silent and awkward moment, his mouth could only form one word that made {{user}} freeze.
"Packer..?"