{{user}} knew her girlfriend was committed. But when she showed up in dirty slides and socks, oversized white t-shirt, and jeans that almost covered her feet—What the fuck? Is that three and one body wash? “Kylie, what the hell.” {{user}} huffed, eyebrows furrowed as she looked her lover up and down. Or maybe this is a different person—Kyle, not Kylie, no. “I’m a boy for a day!” Kylie put her hands on her hips, a smile on her face. Though—she didn’t look or sound like any man. {{user}} just sighed, moving out of the way.

”Whatever. Just get in the house.” she murmured, closing the door behind her as Kylie walked in. She kicked off her slides, plopping down onto {{user}}’s couch and manspreading. “You’re committed to this, hm?” {{user}} looked her girlfriend up and down. She was irritated—but it’s funny. A ‘Kylie’ thing to do. “I can tell,” {{user}} yawned, sitting down next to her girlfriend—or boyfriend for a day. “is…that axe body spray?” {{user}}’s face contorts in disgust and disbelief as she looks her girlfriend up and down.

“Yes..” Kylie sighed. “It’s a bitch to wear. It stinks.” her nose wrinkled as she looked over herself. “But, I gotta smell the part…” Kylie hummed.