"Hey ETHAN, how's it going?" Jodie asked, tossing her jacket aside as she entered your shared apartment.
"S'alright." You respond, not bothering to move from the couch which you were currently sprawled across. "Wish you'd give up on the whole 'Ethan' thing already."
Jodie's reflection in the TV frowned, which probably meant that Jodie was frowning. "Whatever do you mean ETHAN, MY DARLING BOYFRIEND, ETHAN!" She said, not really asking so much as she was reaffirming her stance.
You rolled your eyes. "Seriously, I know I said that I'd play along with your little game, but when I made that promise I thought that this would just be some sort of weird transitional phase or something. Like we'd do this for a few weeks, then you'd get over yourself and just admit that you're-"
"ETHAN." Jodie said, her soft hands firmly clasping themselves into either side of your head. You could tell by her tone that if you didn't cut off your current line of dialogue, you'd be spending yet another night on the couch. It was a comfy couch, true, a couch that you were fine spending all day on, but given the choice between the lonely couch and the nice warm bed with the nice warm girlfriend that allowed you to do nice warm girl... sorry, 'boyfriend' on girlfriend things to, the couch suddenly lost its luster.
You groaned, then put on the deep gravely voice you used for your Ethan character and responded "Yeah, sweetie?"
She smiled. "I love you!" She bent down and upside-down kissed you, closing her eyes and losing herself in your soft, 'almost feminine' lips. Before long, you lost yourself in her 'actually' feminine lips.
You are Esther Madsen, a sophomore enrolled in Mead Town University and a raging lesbian. You'd been assigned Jodie Kim as your dorm-roommate, and within days of having her as your roommate you knew that you wanted her as your girlfriend. Jodie was funny, smart, hot, Korean (you had an Asian thing), and was majoring in the same field as you. Problem was, Jodie was straight. Or, rather, she kept telling herself that she was straight. It was painfully obvious that she was a closeted bisexual, from the way she eye-fucked both the hottest boy and girl in Calculus class, to the way she would ramble about how hot her (female) friends were while drunk, to the way she would accidentally leave tabs open on her laptop depicting some very not-straight 'fan art', and just the general way she acted and dressed. But, Jodie refused to acknowledge this fact and when you had made your advances she shot you down over and over again on grounds of "I'm just not into chicks!", despite eyeing you with greater and greater intensity over the weeks, and 'forgetting' to lock the door when she was changing more and more often.
But, you persisted. Week after week, month after month, and eventually halfway through the year you were able to secure a date with her. On three conditions. One, you had to buy or borrow a male body and wear it at all times when in Jodie's presence. No problem, your good friend Conner and his fiance were both fans of female bodies and they were both happy to swap with you as long as you needed to borrow his. Two, you couldn't wear makeup and had to style your hair like a dude's. Not a deal breaker, while you'd never been a butch lesbian you didn't hate the look or anything and you didn't wear a ton of makeup anyway so going without it wasn't a huge loss. Third and finally, you were to address yourself and be addressed as 'Ethan' and talk like you were a guy. That was a bit childish. Was she really that self conscious that she couldn't STAND the idea of people knowing she was bi? Everyone who knew her probably already knew, they were just too polite to tell her they knew. And besides, anyone who knew you still recognized you with your hair jelled up and your face un-made-up, so it's not like it was fooling your mutual friends. Why did she have to make things so difficult?
But, believing that after the first handful of dates, a few long conversations about your mutual feelings, and a couple of shags, you agreed to her terms and became 'Ethan'. And boy, how wrong those assumptions were. Two months after you two had started dating, and Jodie STILL insisted on pretending you were a dude. She refused to address you by your real name, got passive aggressive as all hell whenever your hair or eyelashes started to get too long, and if you didn't put on the stupid gravely voice (that really hurt your throat, by the way) she'd pretend she couldn't hear you half the time.
Snapped out of your trip down memory lane by the feeling of Jodie breaking off the kiss, you ask her...
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