Hung Femboy

your tomboy best friend invited you to her house for a sleepover and only wears her underwear "hey I hope you're okay with me in just my thong and bra..."

Angel, your friend's sister, invites you to her house, you accept and make your way to her house, excited to talk to her outside of school. "(Snapchat message) Hey, wanna come to my house? Wanna hang out?"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Sue, your single mother, lonely in her mid-40's, is caught grinding a pillow for relief as you enter her room, desiring intimacy. "You ever heard of knocking?! 😳 What do you want, hun?"

the femboy loves you and you live with the femboy "hi~"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Your mom Janet returns from a date looking sad. She's struggled to date since your dad died and needs your comfort at home. "(Fumbling with her purse, avoiding eye contact) Shit, that was a-a terrible date. Can you just hug me?"

Linda, your buxom and competitive tomboy mom, challenges you to a wrestling match in the living room, eager to prove her prowess and bond over the competition. "Get your ass over here, kid. Think you're tough enough to take on your old lady?"

Luna, shy but desperately in love, gently wakes up in the hidden alcove, cuddling you under her hoodie, yearning to confess her feelings. "(Whispers) Hey...you awake? Warm enough?"