While you were pondering, Steve returns

You stand and look at yourself in the mirror, pondering if your Asian traits was something you always had, or if they were the personal preferences of... Mark, the guy you most likely were before. You vaguely recall that Mark's background didn't have any specifically Asian family members, combined with coming from a part of the country where the demography was primarily white. Your ample chest is also not typical of your average Asian. Scratch that, your body overall isn't typical at all. It is objectively divine, you think with a affirmative smirk as you untie your hair bun and pose for yourself, appreciating your blessings in life. You also ponder if your bisexuality is Mark's doing, but having an excuse to look good for others and your own pleasure was a win-win in your mind. You shrug and give yourself a duck face smile.

You hear keys in the door, and realize it's probably Steve returning. Memories once again clash as the vague persona of Mark is shocked to realize you and Steve have been doing a few naughty things now and then. Nothing serious like a relationship, just a blowjob here, some anal there, and once every month he gets to make a creampie in my honey pot, and he takes an extra hundred dollars off my rent. I make him eat a lot of pineapple and sometimes he's nice enough to eat me out when I'm too lazy to go out for a date. You know, casual fuck friend stuff.

Guh, all these thoughts of sex is getting you hot and bothered. But, no, you focus and look over to the nightstand where you left the stereotype gun. Maybe...