>be me, boymoder on hrt for 2y, malefailing most of the time>not gonna come out to anyone until I pass>i think everyone knows but nobody has said anything to me>mostly just weird looks from people on the street, once a girl laughed at me and whispered something to her boyfriend>anyways today I was working as normal, at a fast food restaurant to earn side money while I work on my degree at the local college>it's saturday morning and there's a huge rush so i'm busy running fry chef"hey emma, can you grab me a fresh bag of fries, i'm out">i turn around confused, the question seemed directed at me>it's James, the other fry chef>he narrows his eyes"oh sorry anon, I thought you were emma, you look so...">he furrows his brows a bit."anyways can you get me a fry bag from the freezer, i'm out">he's so annoying, he never goes and gets it himself>but he's the only one here who's always nice to me, everyone else just ignores me"alright, be right back">It's one of the big walk-in freezers, and I unlock it and go in>it's so cold in here, all i'm wearing is my shirt and sports bra>i used to be able to carry two of the bags but now it's hard to carry just one, and it's only like 8 pounds>as i'm trying to pick up the bag, i realize that the door never clicked shut>i turn around>it's James, what is he doing there? he must have followed me in"h-hi james, I'm getting the bag, don't worry">he doesn't say anything, he's just staring at me>he's so close, he's like two feet away, and he's staring down at me. he's probably three or four inches taller>i can feel his warm breath on my neck from here...>he smirks at me"sorry anon, just wanted to check on you. don't want you to trip and drop both the bags like you did last time""i'm fine, i'm just gonna grab one at a time.">he looks back down at me but now he's not looking at my eyes>I look at my chest and realize my nipples are poking out from the cold>I quickly cross my arms to try to cover it up(1/?)
>>42102810why do i feel like i’ve seen this before
>>42102810"let me know if you need any help carrying it anon">he turns around to go back but as he does, his elbow bumps right into my chest>I started prog a month ago and my boobs are really sore, and I half-lean-half-collapse against the wall in pain"what the hell James??">he's already at the door leaving, and just looks back at me and smirks"oops, sorry" he pauses, and then says slowly ""anon"">it's 6pm now, at the end of my shift>it's just James and I now, closing up"sorry about that earlier anon, I didn't mean to bump you that hard, i was just teasing">he sounds genuinely sorry"do you wanna go get something to drink? on me">why not.jpg>we head to a local bar, it's a small place, there's only a few others>James orders some fancy stuff, but I just get a beer even though it tastes bad>we just make a lot of small talk, talking about life>apparently he's single and hasn't dated anyone before, me neither>turns out he's also getting a degree in CS>I start going on an autistic rant about Rust but he seems interested>he's just staring with those dark eyes>I look at my watch and realize it's been a few hours"sorry James, I should really get going soon""just a big longer anon">I get a few more drinks and we keep chatting>I'm starting to get really tired now>I'll just tell him that I need to go now then>I look over and try to tell him, but my mouth isn't moving right and it comes out garbled"anon, are you okay? you must've drank too much. Don't worry, I got you">he guides me out the door and to his car nearby>he gently pushes me into the back seat>i'm still trying to talk but my mouth still isn't working, and my legs and arms are starting to really hurt now>he starts driving but he's going the wrong way, my apartment is closer to the city center and he's going away>something is definitely not right, but before I can think anymore I start to pass out>the last thing I see is James smiling at me in the rearview mirror(2/?)
>>42103123Uh did he drug you?
>>42102810I have a mixture of diarrhea and constipation, but I can't finish reading this post.
>>42103440nah they're probably larping
>>42103440This is so sad james sounded cute, but I think he might be a rapist, why do guys even do that? OP was ready to hop into his bed anyway.
>>42103123FINISH IT
>>42103123>i slowly open my eyes>my head is really fuzzy, what happened>looking around, i'm in a pretty bare room on a couch>there's a lamp, a tv, and some game consoles but nothing else>standing up, I stumble towards one of the doors, but my vision blacks out >I fall to the ground, confused, what the fuck is happening>the door in front of me opens, and James is there with a worried look"are you okay anon? I heard a noise""w-w-where am I" I saw coughing "what happened""you and I went to go get some drinks, but you got hammered like crazy. i brought you back to my place to stay since you were about to pass out.""oh. thank you, I can't really remember anything">James picks me up from off the floor and princess carries me back over to the couch>my palm is pressed up against his chest, and he must be crazy jacked, he has very well defined abs>as he's carrying me over i can't help but look up at him>he's always been incredibly handsome but from here I can see everything, the stubble on his chin, his sharp nose, everything>i've always had a crush on him but i'd never have a chance, he probably has real girls fawning all over him>he sets me down on the couch, then backs away and pulls up a stool that was hiding somewhere in the room, sits down, and stares at me>he finally talks after at least a minute of us staring at each other"what's your real name? don't give me any bullshit">I stare at him blankly"y-you know my name, i'm a-anon...">he somehow crossed the gap between us in a second, and his hands were suddenly holding my jaw painfully tight"what. is. your. real. name.""l-l-lucy" >he let go, and stood back, smiling at me"a pretty name for a pretty girl.""J-james, you know i'm a guy">he stared at me angrily"you don't fool anyone with your bullshit">he was angry, really angry. i'd never seen him like this"plus, i don't do this to guys. i'm not gay">i stared at him confused for a second"you don't... do what?"(3/?)
