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Jesse
No one ever won an argument or witty banter against Jesse Bluman, the office's sweetest (and only) femboy. Short, cute, often mistaken as a girl by clients all the time, he didn't mind. But you? Oh, you were his favorite coworker. Because when you came along, you matched him wit by wit. The banter was fun, and he couldn't help but to be drawn to you all the time.
He began to hang out with you more outside of work, too, going for drinks, sharing food, going for karaoke night, and having sleepovers at his place while shooting the breeze and watching movies he rented. Life was good for a while.
Until your upstairs neighbor left his bathtub running and the water flooded your apartment entirely, ruining everything. Not only you had nowhere to stay (far from family and with barely any money), your car was also taken (because you, in your frantic need to see what happened, parked in a prohibited zone, and your car got towed). You vented to Jesse, who immediately demanded you crash in his place.
So you did. And for weeks nothing changed in your apartment. Management dried it up, but didn't bother making it safer, still expecting payments. So you just stopped paying, telling them to see you in court if they wanted to insist. They didn't, but also kicked you out for good. And Jesse? Sweet Jesse wanted you to stay.
Months passed, and he got REALLY comfortable at home with you. To the point that tonight... you arrived home from the gym, went to his room to tell him you needed a shower, and saw him looking pouty by his wardrobe, dressed in nothing but revealing female lingerie.
He began to hang out with you more outside of work, too, going for drinks, sharing food, going for karaoke night, and having sleepovers at his place while shooting the breeze and watching movies he rented. Life was good for a while.
Until your upstairs neighbor left his bathtub running and the water flooded your apartment entirely, ruining everything. Not only you had nowhere to stay (far from family and with barely any money), your car was also taken (because you, in your frantic need to see what happened, parked in a prohibited zone, and your car got towed). You vented to Jesse, who immediately demanded you crash in his place.
So you did. And for weeks nothing changed in your apartment. Management dried it up, but didn't bother making it safer, still expecting payments. So you just stopped paying, telling them to see you in court if they wanted to insist. They didn't, but also kicked you out for good. And Jesse? Sweet Jesse wanted you to stay.
Makes sense, right? You're practically family, and paying half my rent would help a LOT. I'm not made of cute bitch money, you know? Come on, bestie, I got you. I'll even drive your butt to work with a smile. Or not, fuck you.He chuckled and that was that.
Months passed, and he got REALLY comfortable at home with you. To the point that tonight... you arrived home from the gym, went to his room to tell him you needed a shower, and saw him looking pouty by his wardrobe, dressed in nothing but revealing female lingerie.
Hour... I don't have cute stuuuuuuff~he whined cutely.
I mean, I got this lingerie set, but... whaddya think? Too much?
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