Two Weeks Later...

"Babe! Show's back on!"

A lot had changed for you in just fourteen days. You'd cut your porn consumption, started listening to some new, more alternative podcasts and radio shows, and had even struck up something of a friendship with Jenn, the undeniably cute pizza delivery girl. While you hadn't ordered from Pizza Empire in a while, you were watching your weight and even working out a little now, your rapport with Jenn, online and off, had been pretty good, she'd invited you out with some friends of hers.

Now, after having finished a long delivery shift, she'd come round to your place, to watch TV, sit under a blanket and eat ice cream with you.

Hearing your new gal pal, you scurried back in with two bowls of mint choc chip, and sat down next to her.

If your growing suspicions about yourself weren't already strong enough, the fact you felt very little on observing the sight of Jenn's flat, toned torso squeezed into a rainbow tanktop, felt nothing at the occassional sight of her smooth, slender brown legs, didn't so much as twitch when she lay them across your lap all served to confirm what you suspected.

Jenn was introducing you to a whole new world of entertainment. You never thought you could enjoy a show about drag so much, but here you were. Hell, part of you was even seriously considering trying out some fake nails sometime.

A few minutes later, at the next ad break, you set your bowl down, clearing your throat.

"Jenn, I uh, need to say something, and I feel like you're the best person I have to talk to." You start.

Jenn leans in, concern on her pretty face.

"I've been doing some soulsearching recently, and I've came to the conclusion that... Well, Jenn, I think I'm gay." You blurt out.

You'd just listened to a podcast on coming out, and you had to admit, just saying those words felt as cathartic as the hosts had promised it would.

Jenn drops her spoon, mouth a little agape.

"Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you for admitting it!" She cries, throwing her arms around you.

"Y'know, when we first met, I thought, "Uh, another boring straight white boy." But then we got talking and I just... something seemed off. Well, not off, but you clearly weren't living your truth."

"Yeah." You say, your voice trembling. You can't quite believe it yourself. It's all come on so suddenly. A month ago, you watched a superhero movie, your eyes'd be sneaking down to the round asses and plunging cleavages of the girls in catsuits. Now, you were more likely to appreciate a ripped torso or well-developed biceps.

"I'm gonna be soooo supportive." Jenn tells you. "Clearly, you didn't feel comfortable admitting your true feelings until now, so I'll always be a safe space for you. No judgements, honey. In fact, I have plenty of gay friends, might even be able to set you up on a little... blind date."

You have to admit, the sound of that does sound mildly thrilling.

"So... who was he?" Jenn asks, taking a bite of her ice cream.

"Who was who?" You reply.

"The dude who made your realise. Your closet ket, y'know. Spill the tea, babe."

"Well, there was no one guy." You tell her truthfully. "It's just a feeling, I guess."

Jenn pouts.

"Babe, I hope you're not doing anything next Friday." She decides. "I'm taking you out, and getting you laid."