Friendly

As you approach, it seems her face lights up at the sight of you. “Hello cutie!” She says in an extra bubbly way. “Damn that’s a nice outfit... oh I’m getting ahead of myself. Hello, I’m Lubin!” She sticks out her hand for a shake.

Calmed a great deal by her eagerly friendly demenour, you reach out to shake her extended hand. “Um, Hello Lubin, I’m Sam. I gotta say, you seem really friendly for this place.”

As she shakes your hand, it feels almost as if it’s being crush by her obviously strong and slightly over enthusiastic shake. “Oh really? Most people here really are sweethearts, they just like to look and act intimidating to ‘fulfill their role.’”

You finally get your hand back, and have to rub it abit to get the sting away. “You must be new then!” She continues. “Well don’t worry, despite the theme of the night, unless you want to be in a scene no one here will really **** it on you. This isn’t some bad literotica after all!” She laughs a laugh you could swear sounds familiar.

After talking for a bit, you really seem to click with Lubin. You find out that she is only a year older than you and a freshman in the local college. She has been in the scene for the past year, and seems to know most of the people. She asks about you, and is only slightly suprised you are a trap. “Well, I wouldn’t have guessed it till we were talking, but don’t worry. Most people are very accepting here. Just be wary of the ones who have a big trap fetish... some of them get so into it they don’t see you as a person, just their fetish.”

You laugh and thank her for the advice, before you gingerly ask “soooo... I don’t know the proper way to ask this, so I’ll just blurt it out. Are you... well you know?”

She laughs and cuts you off. “Well, technically I’m gender fluid. Sometimes I dress all frilly and girly, but most of the time I’m much more... me, as Lubin. Yea, Lubin is my male persona name, not my real one, but going out to these places, this is how I feel the most me.”

You nod, never having thought of things this way, but it makes a sort of sense to you. It didn’t feel exactly how you thought of things, but it really seemed to work for her, or was it him? “So... would you want me calling you male or female pronouns?”

Lubin laughs. “Honestly? I don’t care. I know me, and however people want to process me is their business. But I’d refer to myself as a guy when I’m Lubin, if it helps.”

You both talk for about thirty more minutes, completely oblivious to the scenes around you as you both sit on the edge of the platform. Your topics vary widely, everything from vanilla nerdy topics about the latest marvel movie, to kinky topics like fetishes. After broaching one particular fetish, Lubin says “you know, if you are really curious I could do a scene with you...”