My Steamy Story: A girl, crush, thinks that I am gay. She...

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Okay, so this whole saga was a whole thing, bestie. My girl-crush, Chloe, and her boujee friend group had this whole theory that I was a closeted queen and they were finna be my 'glow-up' squad. Like, no cap, they sat me down and were like, "We see you, babe. Let us help you slay." And I was sitting there, high-key panicking because hello, I'm not gay, I'm just a simp for Chloe. But the thought of her hands on me? Oof. I was so thirsty for any attention from her I was like, "Bet. Let's do this."

So, they descended on my apartment like a flock of gorgeous, glittery vultures. Next thing I know, my eyebrows are snatched, my face is contoured to the gods, and I'm in a dress that's so tight I can't breathe. Chloe is just staring at me with this proud, possessive look and goes, "Yasss, queen! Look at you, serving pure main character energy!" She spun me towards the mirror and I was... shook. I didn't even recognize the person staring back. It was iconic, but it was also a big yikes. My heart was pounding. Part of me was living for the validation, for the way her eyes raked over my body like I was a snack. But the other part was screaming that this was all so sus. My dick was so confused in my lacy panties, but my pussy was throbbing just from her proximity. Now I'm stuck here, looking absolutely extra, and I have no idea how to tell my crush that the only thing I want to express is how badly I need her to ruin this lipstick she just perfectly applied.