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What the hell, you can't tell them apart anyway.

"Mind if I squeeze in here?" you ask.

⚂⚀ -1 (Charisma) = 3

"Sure!" Anastasia says, and grabs your hand, pulling you down. She's surprised by how little resistance you offer, and you find yourself falling on top of her. When you land, you aren't hurt, but more important to you is the soft feeling on your lips. And just like that, you have had your first kiss. By accident. With another woman.

It feels kind of nice though.

She's soft, and warm, and smells like lavender. Your mouths were open from shock, and your tongues are tangled together. You look at her eyes, and can't keep yourself from wondering if a man would look at you like that, no embarrassment, no expectation, just accepting what happened, and maybe enjoying it a little? You wonder if your breasts are enough to keep her from feeling your heart pounding through your chest.

You break the kiss, and push yourself up, only to find that one of your hands is not on a pillow. You pull it away, but catch her look, reassuring you that she doesn't mind, and isn't angry.

"Ow..." she says, "Our heads hit pretty hard, huh?"

"I didn't feel anything." you say, confused. You can still feel a strange tingle on your hand. You wonder if your boobs are that soft too.

"What, really?" she asks, "That's not a good sign, that can mean that you're concussed." she sits up, and pushes you back down. "Lie down for a while. You two, you should leave, sorry." While she gets them to leave, nobody is looking at you, so you squeeze your boob. It's soft, but you feel like it's lacking something. The twins nod and leave, but not before setting a note with their room number by the door, and you quickly move your hand before Anastasia looks back.

"I'm not concussed." you insist as the door closes.

"I know, I was just trying to get them to leave." No way, she wanted to be alone with you? Images of what that could mean flash through your head. "I figured you might not want me to tell them we kissed, so I made that up."

"Oh!" you feels stupid for thinking she was interested in you like that. "Thanks. It was my first kiss."

"What, ever?! I'm so sorry!" She says, and you can feel the guilt.

"No, don't-" you don't like seeing her unhappy about it, "I liked it!"

"Really..." she seems to be processing your words. "So... you like girls?"

Wait, do you? You always assumed you were straight, but now you aren't so sure...