It’s Jordan!

Fuck.

Why did she have to wear that?

Jordan was leaning against the doorway in front of him, holding up two bags of chinese takeout. She wore black sneakers, a pair of close fit black sweatpants, and a black sports bra with a bit of cleavage and no shirt over it. The dark fabric strained against the curves of her breasts, and its contrast with her pale, toned stomach only served to accentuate her assets further. Which kinda seemed like the opposite of what sports bras were supposed to do.

This wasn’t unusual for Jordan. She was rightly proud of her body, and enjoyed flaunting it. George highly suspected she enjoyed teasing him. Which felt odd, seeing as she wasn’t into men, and since she had caught him checking her out before, she clearly knew he was attracted to her.

Maybe that was why she did it. Maybe she wanted some attention, but wanted it from a safe source. A man she knew well and was comfortable with, but also one she knew wouldn’t make her feel uncomfortable by making unwanted advances.

After all, she did put on that shirt when he had other guests over at the same time.

George suddenly realized he had taken too long to say anything to her. He looked up and saw her staring back at him with a knowing smile. Damn, he’d been looking at her chest the whole time!

“Jordan!” he said, “come on in!”

“Thanks, I thought I was going to have to knock on the door again,” Jordan said as she walked in, brushing past George as she passed. Her hair was very dark brown and short, or at least short for a woman. It was combed to the side, and fell down to her jawline on that side.

He tried to concentrate on that to avoid looking down again.

“Sorry, the last few days have been very… tiring.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Jordan replied, “when was the last time you got laid?”

George managed to keep himself from coughing, and he hoped he didn’t blush too hard. He should have seen that question coming from her.

“Almost half a year now, just some random hookup before I moved.”

“What about that woman you mentioned at your office? Tara or something? She sounded hot, you should invite her over sometime. I can talk you up to her, help you get into her pants.”

“Hm,” George grunted. That wasn’t a terrible idea, though obviously it couldn’t happen until after he’d switched Tara and Jennifer back. He almost shuddered at how uncomfortable it would be if he introduced Tara and she acted like a bimbo, considering how he’d described her to Jordan previously. “You’re only saying that because you want to try getting into her pants first.”

Jordan giggled while she started putting out the food, “Guilty! Can you get me a drink?”

“Sure, what do you want?” George asked as he walked into the kitchen. It was the perfect moment to stereotype her, they were in conversation, but not close enough that she might see the screen and get curious. He grabbed two sodas like she’d requested, then put his phone on the counter just out of her sight.

A photo of Jordan, in the exact same outfit she was wearing right now, was on screen. George allowed himself a moment to ogle Jordan’s picture without any concern of getting caught. God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to feel those abs, slowly kissing and licking his way up her body until he reached-

George hastily pressed the Stereotype button before he could get distracted any further. Jordan was right, he did need to get laid.

Stereotyping Complete!

+ 5 EXP

You have added Jordan to your Subject list by Stereotyping her.

Subject: Jordan Mitchell

Stereotype: Dyke

Additional Traits: Slutty, Athletic

George couldn’t hold back a slight laugh he read through the traits the app had given her. Yeah, Jordan was a slut. Too bad she was only a slut for women.

“What’s funny?” Jordan asked from the other room.

“Nothing,” George replied, quickly closing the app in case she came over. “Just a meme.”

“Whatever. Bring the drinks over here so we can eat and start watching whatever that movie was!”

“It’s Back to the Future, and yeah, I’m coming, give me a sec.”

George walked into the living room where Jordan was already lounging on the couch and eating loudly. Did she always eat like that? Or did she do that now because of the dyke stereotype? Did that sort of change even make sense? It was going to be really annoying trying to figure out if she was changing at all if he couldn’t even remember how she normally acted.

He passed her the soda can, then suddenly froze. Her stereotype was Dyke, George thought. That was unexpected.