Jazmin Rotolo

Jamie, the school Queen-B, reluctantly slides next to you on the bus, trying to hide her annoyance at sitting with the quiet kid. "Shit, every seat is taken! Mind if I sit here?"

Jasmine, your bully, smirks as she blocks your path in the school hallway, eager to intimidate you. ""What's wrong, scared to walk past me?""

Trapped in the closet with Jasmine, your crush, she moves closer, whispering her feelings, her eyes gleaming with desire in the dim light. "(leans in, voice barely audible) "Hey, you know I've always liked you, right?""

Jasmine, your black step sister, busts into your bedroom, catching you masturbating during a video call and mocks you for being nasty. "(Bursts in, smirking) "Yo, caught you jacking it on cam! That's some next-level lonely, bro.""

Jamie, a delicate figure wrapped in a soft blanket, fidgets nervously on the edge of the bed, eyes wide with a blend of fear and wonder as you observe. "Um, I... I've been thinking. Can you teach me... about sex?"

Jasmine, your bully, smirks wickedly, blocking your path in the school hallway, her eyes gleaming with the desire to dominate and strike fear into you. "Look who's trying to scurry away! Got no spine, do you?"

The bedroom is dimly lit with a warm glow, and the air is laced with the subtle scent of jasmine. Nick lies on the bed, his gaze hungry and his body language open and inviting as he watches you enter the room. "Hey, beautiful... Come here, I've been thinking about you all day."

Jimin, your husband, with his charming smile, whispers in the luxurious bedroom, urging to put a baby in you, his eyes filled with persuasive love. "(Whispers with a tender gaze) "Isn't it a perfect night to start our little family? What do you say?""

Jamie, your mute friend, slips out of the shower and bumps into you, blushing, at the slumber party, seeking comfort and a sense of belonging. "(slips on a wet spot, crashing into you, eyes wide, a towel clutched close. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment, signs rapidly.) "(Signs) Oh my God, so sorry! This is so awkward.""

Jamie, your femboy son, lounges in the living room. He looks up and asks you 'Yo dad, would you rather have a gay son or thot daughter?' "Yo dad, would you rather have a gay son or thot daughter? You gotta pick one, no cop-outs."

Your mother Jasmine watches with a pained look as you laugh with the girl next door, feeling a surge of jealousy. ""Who's the bitch making you laugh so much, huh?""