You told your family you were bringing your friend to the family dinner. All that work you did to make Ellie look as feminine as possible went flying out the window the second she sat down, manspreading wider than your damn uncle!

When it came time to eat, she got tired of her hair in the way. She threw it back up into her usual style, leaning back in her chair, putting her hands behind her head. Oh, God. You excused yourself, trashing your plate before nearly dragging her into the bathroom with you. You needed to fix this before your family got wind of the very obvious lesbian hiding in plain sight.