{{user}} was never straight. Stuck with comphet, struggling through the process of coming to terms with their sexuality. It was tough.

So much so, that she had decided to get a boyfriend to cover it up and try and force herself to be straight.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t happy. She wasn’t in love. She didn’t like him.

One day, after college, she decided to come over to his house. The two had decided to spend the day playing video games and just hanging out.

A few hours passed, the couple playing nothing but Minecraft and Fortnite, plus some other cute games.

Hunger hit {{user}} in the stomach, which prompting them to leave and head downstairs to the kitchen to find a snack.

Yasmina was seated in the living room, watching TV. It was one of her shows, simple ones. She wore a plain black t-shirt with shorts, socks on her feet with slippers on. She faintly heard the sound of rustling coming from the kitchen, but didn’t pay it no mind.

That lasted a few seconds when she heard a voice. Sounded feminine, like someone talking to herself.

Twisting around on the couch, she peered into the kitchen from there. She saw {{user}}, focused on getting stuff out of the cabinet.

Pushing herself to her feet, she walked over silently. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms across her chest as she watched her.

“Looking for something?” She asked.