He's trying on your clothes.

You let yourself in to the apartment and drop your keys in the ceramic bowl by the door, shrugging off your bag and taking Nicholas's new game into hand.

He's not in the front room, where you expected him the be, but at least the dishes have been washed and put away. He's not the cleanest guy, but he does follow through on specific tasks when asked, and you love that about him.

You really do enjoy his companionship in your life and can't wait to use your stone to better both your lives.

As you approach the bedroom, you hear some soft, romantic music playing and wonder what he could be up to. You see a woman inside, kneeling on the bed, and a jolt of red-hot anger flashes in your chest before you realize it's not a woman at all, it's Nicholas... wearing your lingerie.

Your mouth falls open. You're shocked! He's such an average, normal guy, and definitely straight. You catch him ogling women all the time, and you've seen his porn stash on his laptop, which you now realize is almost entirely lesbian stuff.

You watch, stunned but amused as your boyfriend runs his hands over his body, mumbling something you can't quite catch from the doorway.

He lies down and spreads his legs, stroking his fully erect cock through the silky material of his panties.

"Such a pretty girl." He says, eyes closed.

Okay, well, this is a surprise.