Did you just call me a lesbian?

You find yourself in a bedroom, you think you feel different, but as you look in the mirror, you still see the face of the creepy woman looking back at you. 'Damn,' you think, 'of all the times I've changed tonight, now I'm stuck like this!?'

A woman with blue hair dressed in leather sneaks up behind you and bites your neck.

"Ow!" You scream!

"Come on, Sarah, I know you want to play."

"No, I don't. Let me leave, plese. I'm not who you think I am."

"I know that you're really Carol, but you're just going to have to get used to being my lesbian lover, Sarah, now. Aren't you?"

"You don't get it, I'm not even Carol!"

Written by an anonymous author

Oh, why not!
The woman has fangs.

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