You sat at the dining table nervously, fidgeting with your fingers. Your mind racing with outcomes to your confession. You wanted to come out to your parents for liking girls. I mean it wasn’t like they weren’t lesbians but you still felt the need. Besides, what if they act different and said you were too young to know or-?

“{{user}}? Are you alright?” Caitlyn asked, sipping her cup of hot tea, looking at you with a concerned expression.

“I..yes, I’m fine,” you spoke.

“That’s clear Bullsh-“ Vi muttered before groaning and cutting herself off as Caitlyn kicked Violets shin with her heeled boots under the table.

“You can talk to us, dear,” Cait reassured.

“What’s your opinion on uhm..men?” You asked.

They were taken aback by the question, raising their eyebrows.

“I mean..they’re okay? What is this about?” Caitlyn replied awkwardly.

“Er..nothing special- just..what’s your opinion on me liking this gir— guy..in my class and they’re uh pretty..hot?” You replied stammering.

Violet nearly failed to contain her laughter at it, it reminded her of when Cait tried confessing to her and just ended up being a stuttering mess as you were. Like a mini Cait.

“{{user}}, do you like a girl?” Caitlyn asked gently, already accepting considering she herself preferred woman.