Bad until she leaves the closet

"Hey babe, did you end up going to get that haircut?" Peter greeted me as he opened the door. He must have heard me talk to someone, but I had been so quiet that he probably didn't hear any of it and likely assumed it was an unimportant phone conversation. It was kinda sad looking at him arrive none the wiser that we were about to not be a thing anymore, but this was something I needed to do for my own good. "Seems like you have. Man, those bangs are on point!" He commented as he finally looked over to me. As he unpacked groceries, I could see that Pixie was nodding along. Did they both tell me the same thing about my hair? I hoped I wasn't replacing Petey for a female version of him... even if she was hotter than him, that still felt wrong.

"Glad to hear you like it. But we need to have a talk." I **** a smile as I patted the seat next to me on the couch. "And we need to have it now."

"You're sure that it's not something that can't wait? I was thinking of-"

"I'm breaking up with you Petey." I cut to the chase, not willing to give him a chance to get me to pity him and postpone this.

"What?" He dropped something, I wasn't sure what, but it probably didn't matter since I didn't hear glass break. "Why?" He sniffled, not sure of what he could have done wrong.

I questioned for a moment what I was going to tell him. Did I think for a moment that he would understand it? Not really. He didn't get that I was tired of being the only responsible one during our entire relationship, why would he get it now? But now I had something far easier for him to understand why our relationship couldn't go on.

"Peter..." I caught his attention just by saying that, I had barely ever called him by his name instead of the Petey nickname that I gave to him. "I'm a lesbian."

I wasn't sure if I was lying or not. Pixie never told me that the ring would make me lose interest in me, but considering how little interest I had for them trough my life and how much I was going to start getting for women, I might all well assume I'll end up as an homosexual rather than a bisexual by the time my brain normalizes itself to the changes.

Regardless on if it was true or not, saying it was effective. I see as a fight died inside Peter, any attempt to salvage the relationship discarded now that he knows that he would have to struggle against who I am in general. His face shifted into a sad understanding as he sat next to me. "That explains quite a few things, but why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't want to admit it to myself." I told it so convincingly even I believed it was the truth. "I just, wanted to believe that I was normal, that I could be normal. I thought that it would invalidate some stuff, in a weird sense. I wanted to prove myself that I could be the woman that had a career and a husband who respected her. Felt like I would have proven those girls who mocked me in school right, that the only reason I wanted to work was because I didn't like boys."

Surprisingly, Peter hold my hand. "I'm glad that you've finally realized that living like that is no way to live." He let it go after he told me that. He then stared at the ceiling. "Guess it would be awkward if I stayed here, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah" I nodded sadly, but a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Funny how you get better at reading the room now of all times."

He shared an uncomfortable chuckle of his own." Yeah. It's kinda funny." He sighed. "Can I get a week to move my stuff out?"

"I think that's fair. Thanks for, you know, not making this any more awkward that it needs to be." I stood up from the couch. "Think we can go back to being friends at some point?"

"To be honest, considering some of the days we've had, I'm surprised you even want that." He shrugged as he stood up and offered me a hand. "Let me guess, great to hang out with, less so to live with?" He laughed at my surprised face. "Veronica, please, you're not the first person to tell me that. I've been hearing it since my first summer camp."

I couldn't help but to laugh back as I shook his hand. "I'm glad you can take it in stride."

"Of course I can. In fact, I can accept all of this well enough that I will insist on cooking the food for the last day we share a roof." He threatened me with his horrible coking skills, hopefully as a joke, before he walked towards the bedroom. "If I'm going to sleep on the couch I'm gonna need a nap on the bed first!"

Once we were alone, and that Peter started snoring, Pixie approached me. "Well, that went well. Shame that the ring doesn't work on men, or you could have at least kept him around to write you a check as his parents croak." She then grabbed onto my ass, taking me by surprise. "Glad to know you've adapted to the new team you're batting for so quickly. I think that merits some celebratory sex!"

"I think a celebratory spanking fits better, actually." I witnessed the cocky smile disappear from Pixie's face as I restrained her by her waist and delivered a eardrum shattering clapping of her butt-cheek. Pixie, the slut, asked for another one, but I was more worried than the snoring stopped for a moment, before resuming. It'd be a long week keeping her a secret from Peter.

"Come on, mommy, do it again!" She yelled right against my ear.
"Don't call me mommy" I said as I delivered another spank. And another one for good measure. And then a bunch more of them. Because, quite honestly, if hitting her ass made me feel good and she liked it, what was the problem with beating her like a drum for the next hour?