(A mini feminization fiction story with very small chapters below if you're interested in reading. It’s called “Still a man” and connects a bit with the video's captions.)
(Warning: There are some heavy words in the story that may feel sensitive. Discretion is advised.)
P.S. Yes, I deliberately called the main guy "Chase" and the other guy "Dave". One is named after the type of man who primarily focuses on a type of girl while the other is named after a disgraced man who was once at the top of the world, only to tarnish his legacy in the past few years. These two names are related to the topic of trans girls.
Still a man…
Prologue
Everyone knew you as a loser, but in your mind, you were a winner. The sports bar you worked at had everything: food, beer, girls, music, sports games, and spending time with the boys! It was the best place for a man to wash his troubles away and be himself. For you, it was not only the best job a man could have, it was also like home. But once the shift ended, or once the bar closed, that reality hit back at you once you got home: The reality of trying to be who you were not.
Chapter 1
You had a problem with your gender and as a result, you gained notoriety for recklessness and "manliness". You placed many bets, drank the most beer and strongest alcohol, tried to flirt with girls, and even got into a few fights. Even through all of that, most of the people in the bar saw you as the life of the party and depended on you when job troubles arrived. You even ended up becoming the assistant manager at one point while some of your co-workers became your friends, in and out of work. But no matter how much you tried to elevate yourself in that bar, everyone also saw you as a joke. You lost many bets, you passed out a lot and got drunk easily, every girl you flirted with never went anywhere, and you couldn't even hit a fly if given the chance. Sure, you had friends and they were always available to hang out or give some tips on the group chat. But in the end, the girls saw you as a friend while the boys saw you as the "least manly". Still a man, but that wasn't enough to chase "her" out.
At home, you dealt with gender dysphoria and wishing to be "her", but you did everything you could to make "her" disappear. At one point, you thought you were just a "sissy" or a "crossdresser" that liked feminine clothes and secretly liked being feminine. You discovered feminization through captions and hypnos and enjoyed them to the point where you even started to take them seriously. Eventually, you started to wear girl clothing and bought a few toys. And then, the feeling of guilt came back and caused you to purge everything. This feeling lasted for years now and it always came back stronger than ever. At work, everyone saw you as a man. A weak man, but still a man. But at home, you were anything, but.
Chapter 2
It didn't take long before everyone found out about your secrets. You would never forget that night and the day after: It was when the Chiefs won their first Super Bowl game in 50 years. You hadn't been that excited for a Super Bowl game since the Eagles won back in 2018. Both occasions landed you a huge sum of betting money, which was a rare W for you considering you lost most of your bets. But while the latter gave you amazing memories, the former brought you nightmares. Somehow, shortly after a huge celebration of drinking and afterpartying, you came back home all buzzed out and were about to send the boys a picture of the hot girl you made out with in the bar. You had one where you both kissed, but instead of sending that intended picture, you accidently sent them your secret. Before the messages flooded in, you blacked out (no pun intended).
"WTF, dude." "Is that you?" "I thought you were talking about girls!" "HOLY SHIT!" "June's a few months away" "I always knew you were a bit fruity lmao"
Waking up in the morning, you realized what you did: you accidently sent them a pic of you dressed in the competition's clothes. But not just any clothes: they were the girl's uniform! "OMG! WTF DID I JUST FUCKIN' DO!!??" You tried to explain to the guys that it was a mistake, that it was just a crossdresser you found online who happened to "look" like you. You tried to rebuttal by sending the actual intended picture, but by that point it was too late. Everyone knew you were gay. A sissy. A little, flighty femboy who tried to be a man. It didn't help that the boys labeled you as the "wealthy gay man" after winning the thousands from last night's game, not to mention the managerial position you were just promoted to. It was over. All the manly respect you had gained from the boys was gone. You had a feeling that they would oust you as a "sissy" soon enough. And it was all because of the KC Chiefs, which you grew a resentment towards to since that day. Still a man, though, right?
Chapter 3
Then, everything shut down. An international, deadly crisis forced everyone to stay home. Unfortunately, the sports bar was deemed "inessential" and forced everyone out of work. All of a sudden, everyone in the chat had to find work elsewhere. You were broke from all the betting and drinking you spent on the bar, not to mention the few times you landed on the hospital after a fight gone wrong. With no means to support yourself, you had to look for work elsewhere, too. No luck. Nobody wanted to hire you due to being overqualified. Bills were piling up and overdue while groceries and expenses became too expensive. You lived alone and you felt alone... except when "she" was around. That was the only time you felt at peace and you felt your world become more brighter than ever. It didn't take too long before you became confident in showing her off. Then one day, you got an anonymous message:
"You should show off yourself more often! A shame a gurl like you only has a few pics. Would you be open to sell me a private photo session? I'll pay good money."
"Money? No way, this person is lying!" You decide to do it anyways and hopeful that this person is just a scammer looking to fap. You open an OF and decide to post some pics, all clothed up, for a hefty sum of money. To your surprise, it worked! That person bought it and couldn't thank you enough! "If you have any *explicit*, lmk". Somehow, the idea of earning cash while dressed as a girl was not a bad idea! You started promoting these pics and to your surprise, you gained a following! Since nobody could see your face due to the mask, it was even better! No longer were you struggling to get by! You started to become well-off! This was better than the sports bar job by a long shot!
Months went by and your old job calls you: "Hey, we need you to come back for a shift tomorrow. We're planning to open up in a week and we need you to help reorganize everything. See you then." You grab your old work clothes and they feel odd touching them. They're yours, but they don't feel like they're yours. You try them on, hoping you're not thinking things. They fit you well, maybe a little more loose than ever. You've lost weight and haven't had that beer gut in a long time now. Your hair has gotten longer now and your face looks more feminine, almost like a young boy instead of the 20-something you were before. You feel... anxious. But maybe it's because you haven't been in the job for a long time and feel like you forgot everything. I mean, even if you look like you've been rejuvenated or something, you're still a man, right?
Chapter 4
You came back to work and the vibes have changed. Not only are your old co-workers gone, but the newer ones are much different now, not just on looks, but also beliefs. Only two co-workers are left: Chase and Dave. The type of customers have also changed and the once-reckless crowd have seemed to mellow out. It feels like everything has gotten boring. But perhaps more so, you have changed. The sports bar life wasn't for you anymore. You don't resonate like you used to. The life you made at home was much better for you. That's because the real you... was her.
It didn't take too long before you decided to quit. On your last day, on a Halloween, you gave the managerial position to Chase, one of your closest co-workers and the one who only stayed at the job of the group. That same day, there was a party and many went dressed as however they liked. All of the boys and girls from the job came over for a reunion to catch up on their changes and events. This was the last time you were going to see them, right? It made sense that going dressed as a girl was enough to say what you been up to. To the surprise of everyone, they couldn't believe the cute little waitress doll was the former sports bar manager, the life of the party! They were impressed at how well you pulled off your Halloween costume! Everyone's reaction was different. For the girls, this meant that you were seen as gay, maybe even a crossdresser. This resulted in you getting some of their phone numbers and socials. Meanwhile, the boy's reaction was different:
"You're just doing this for attention." "Bro, it's okay to be gay." "I think you're a little confused." "Was the manager job too much for you?" "It's just a phase, man." That was to be expected, but the comment that hurt the most was from none other than Chase: "Bro, you're still a man, even if you're dressed like that."
Still a man, right?
"But what if I'm not a man? What if I'm... turning into a woman?"
Dead silence, and then laughter. This was just a joke, right? No way did you of all people, the manliest of men, the one who was always there for every man in the group, and the one who made the bar the best spot for real men, just came out as a girl? You always made the best jokes and got lots of good laughs. Except this time, this was not a joke. You were transitioning. For reals.
Shortly after the party, you decided to cut the group off. You still decided to chat with Chase, in case he needed help with some things from the job. But as time went by, he started to piss you off, especially because he started to misgender you. It also didn't help that you decided to start HRT, after being on DIY for a few months. All of a sudden, the feminizing effects became way stronger than you expected. Perhaps the dose you took was too light, but after a long time, you finally felt you lived in the right body. You showed your progress to Chase, since not only you wanted to help him grow in his job, but also developed a few feelings for him. Then one day, after not contacting him for a few weeks due to work, he snapped out of nowhere:
"BRO, YOU NEED HELP! START LOVING YOURSELF AND GET RID OF THAT FEMINIZING CRAP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! EVEN IF YOU CUT THAT OFF, YOU'RE STILL A MAN! SERIOUSLY, STOP SENDING ME PICS OF YOU IN GIRL'S CLOTHES! I'M NOT GAY! FUCK!
When you read that message, it hurt you a lot. But how? He wasn't like that before, was he? He was always nice and full of energy. Did he fell into the extreme?
Suddenly, you get one last message from Chase, with a link to some transphobic video:
P.S. I'VE ALREADY GOT ALL THE TRAINING I NEED FROM YOU. THANKS. HERE'S A LINK TO A VIDEO THAT WILL HELP GET BACK TO YOUR OLD SELF. YOU'LL THANK ME LATER.
You wanted to cry. Chase was so nice to you. How did he became so hateful? Or was he always like this? After a long night of work, the first thing you did was to get in bed and cried out yourself after what you read. It felt like a stab in the chest. You trusted him and this is how he paid back. It felt like a nightmare come true.
The next morning, you looked yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was ruined from all the tears and your long hair was so messy and tangled all over. You felt like shit. You needed a shower. Once you finished, you wrapped your whole body and hair like a woman does and saw yourself in the mirror. You see a 5 o'clock shadow in your face. Those words are playing in your mind. "Still a man." It's the latest phrase transphobes have used to misgender trans women as of late as a way to harass them. It's also a phrase you have used for years now when you questioned yourself. Instead, it's a phrase that has become more immune to you from being hurt. You're used to hearing that now. As you slowly shave your light beard away and see your face get smoother, those feelings of dysphoria slowly go away. Before you know it, your face is completely smooth and delicate. Almost like a boy, but it looks too feminine. Have the hormones feminized your face? Your eyes look more lively while your cheeks are more softer. Of course, you still have your beard and your jaw and chin look a little "too built". But other than that, you see someone else now. It's her. You're becoming that girl now. The old loser from the sports bar is slowly disappearing now.
As you grab your phone, you decide to read the group messages from the past few months. You "left" the group, but never blocked them on whole. It seems like everyone has forgot about you, except when you're brought up from random or when someone mentions Chase about you. Turns out, Chase may have a thing about you, but completely denies it. "With friends like these, who needs enemies?" You block Chase, as well as the rest of the boys, and with it, your old sports bar life. As you look in the calendar, you realize that today is also your appointment for facial hair removal. You smile with glee, knowing that you're willing to go far into your transition. The old life is gone, and the new life is here. "Still a man... for now."
Chapter 5
Years have passed since you left and everyone has changed. Many of the girls in the group who you still keep in contact with have since married and formed families while a few of them still live the single life. You became close with those ex-co-workers turned friends. One in particular who you had a crush on as a boy become the closest to you, to the point where she was there for you even when you had surgery. As for you, you've become a popular trans girl influencer, with several millions of followers on the most popular sites like Instagram and TikTok! If your old self saw how you look now, he wouldn't believe the bombshell baddie you turned out to be!
One day, you get a mysterious message:
"Hey, dude. Long time no see. It's Chase, your old friend from work. This is my new number. I was wondering if you were down for some drinks at the bar like old times. I got the old boys for a night since we're all busy with our lives now. LMK if you're in."
"Ugh, Chase? How did he find me?" Forget about Chase, what about you? There's no way he would recognize you by pics, let alone voice. Your feminization went so deep, it's like you're a completely different person now. Something in you tells to call him, as a way of revenge for being hurt. You call him and he picks up with no hesitation:
"Hello? Is this you, dude?"
"Hi. And, no, I'm a woman, dude."
"Srry, ma'am. I think I got the wrong number." *hangs up*
"Ugh, what a pussy!" You reply back in text and clarify that it's "you".
"Chase, it's me, your old co-worker/manager. I'm a woman now. Please address me as she/her. Btw, how tf did you get my number?" He sent you the message at an inappropriate time as you're about to have an important meeting for discussing a makeup collab. With a huge following on social media, you've become something of a star. The last thing you want is to show an ugly face. You get a reply:
"Show me proof and maybe I'll believe you." You sent him a pic and video of you and him during a very funny moment at work. Suddenly, the tone changes: "HOLY SHIT! IT IS YOU! FUCK, THAT'S WHEN WE HAD THAT FOOD FIGHT WITH DAVE! HOW YOU'VE BEEN, MAN? I MISSED YOU A LOT!" A bit relieved, but still annoyed he hasn't recognized you as a girl. But as you try to reply back, the doorbell rings. "Oh, shit. It's the makeup people!" You put the phone aside and put it on mute. "I'll deal with him later." Chase, who is unaware of what's happening, replies back: "Hey, um, I decided to connect with you to a new group chat. Like old times. We'll wait for you later."
You forgot about the chat since you have lots of stuff in your daily life, until suddenly, you get a message again. "Hey, dude, we missed you! Can't believe you're back. Forgot about old us lol!" It's the chat. Everyone is in disbelief about your transition. "No way you're a fuckin' girl now haha" "I need to see that to believe" "You did became a tranny, then" So much misgendering, it felt more annoying than angering. "Boys will be boys, then" And of course, Chase replies back, "I mean, you ARE one of the boys, dude. Your pronouns are Still/Man, no matter how girly you are."
"Still a man, huh? At least that's what they believe."
You decide to send them a pic of yourself from Halloween 2022. It's a pic of you in a Wednesday costume. By that point, you were already feminized beyond return, minus the GRS/SRS. "Ain't no way this is you." "You just pulled this off the internet" "Naw, she has tits and everything to be a boy" "Bro, stop lying. This is a REAL GIRL!" You start to think contacting them was a very bad idea. "Guys, are you for real? This is me! I could Facetime right now just to prove you guys it's me!" Chase, trying to "neutralize" the chat, says: "Look, no matter how hard you try to be like her, you're still a man and everyone will always see you as a man. Even if you cut that thing off." You reply with a snarky way, "Chase, you really play the manager role at heart, even off work." Everyone laughed at your clap-back. "Okay, this is definitely "him" lmao" "Fuck, Chase, you got destroyed haha" "I don't think he can recover from that burn lol"
Suddenly, you had an idea: "Okay, bet! I'll show up at the bar, but it has to be in a day I'm not busy. I can make it this Saturday night. Under one condition..." Everyone agrees to the plan. "I'm going to go out all femme that night in simple clothes. If more than half the bar sees me as a "man", I'm going to pay you each 500 dollars. But if I win... you all owe me 500 each." Every guy in the chat felt nervous upon reading that reply. $500? For some guys, that's an entire week's check. For someone like Chase, that's a day's worth of work. After all, he did manage to buy the bar when the lease went out. You heard about it through one of the girls. "Maybe I'll get these losers out of my texts."
They all agreed, to your surprise. "Fine. Saturday it is. Cash or Zelle?" "Zelle? Haha, are you kidding me? Well, duh, CASH! Just say you're poor, Chase." The old bar talk woke up, but this time, in a feminine manner. "No, I'll get the cash. I'm just worried about you. Knowing you've always been a fuckin loser haha." "Okay, I'll see you guys Saturday. If I'm late, that's because I'm a girl lol" You end the chat, and decide to give them a little payback. "A fuckin loser in their dreams. I'll prove it to them. I'm not the same anymore. Maybe then, they'll stop with their bullshit."
Saturday comes and the night is surprisingly lively. You haven't been in this side of town since you quit and moved out. Everything has changed. That changes when you arrive at the bar. It's also lively, but it also has a questionable reputation. The bar is independent now and looks nothing like the old one. It's also too masculine. "Where are the girls? Is this like a gay club or something?" You've done your research: the old franchisee closed a few years ago due to a lease dispute and Chase decided to take over the spot after winning some money selling NFTs and crypto. He expanded the original bar and made it into some kind of "man cave" sports bar, meant for "real men". It made sense. "Eww, this is like some incel, macho, douche place. They'll go crazy if they see a girl here. Fuck, what if they know who I am? Not like, who I used to be, but who I am now?"
You were sure you were going to do this alone, but your girlfriend, who has been there for you since transition, wasn't going to leave you alone. She agreed to drop you off there to not raise suspicion. "Babe, I don't agree with your plan. You should have never done this. I don't want you to get hurt." You have second thoughts: Why did you answer back to Chase after you blocked him? Was it to confront your old fears? You do admit on crushing for him, but after accepting your sexuality, you realize it was just being into him for the closeness. You don't feel anything for men anymore, at least not when it comes to intimacy. Deep down, you don't feel 100% feminine, but just because you do have a bit of relating to men when it comes to things like sports or attitude, doesn't make you a man, right? That's perhaps why you made the bet, to prove to everyone that the old you still lives. "But now as the real me. As a woman."
"What was that, babe?" You tell your girlfriend, "Drop me off at the entrance. I'm going. Hold my purse and everything. I'm taking my phone, but let me send a message. Just to be sure." You send a message and pic to Chase, telling him, "Hey, I'm here. Still think I'm a man?" It's a picture of you from your 2nd anniversary of HRT, and shortly before your FFS. You look similar to how you look now in that pic. Chase smugly replies, "Very much so. I could tell by the face and the shoulders and..." You reply back, "Bet." You open the door, kiss your GF, and tell, "Love you, bae. I'll see you in a bit." As you get off the car and close the door from your new sports car, you look at front of the sports bar entrance, with determination and bravery. The more you approach, the more your fear dissipates. Little by little, the old you is fading. "Still a man?" You whisper as you slowly walk and the men outside the entrance check you out like hungry hyenas. "Not anymore!"
Final Chapter: The day you came out for good!
You walk to the entrance to the waiting lobby and notice how almost, if not, everyone, is pretty much male. You check in with the guys and say you're Chase's friend. "Hmm, it says "femboy" here, but I see a girl. Well, I'll let you pass. The door's ahead this way. Just don't tell Chase, okay?" Typical, but expected from Chase. You are greeted to the door past the waiting lobby. Not a single woman in sight, except the one walking in the red carpet. Then again, it's a small area. You're not wearing much, except for some modest clothes: leggings, white tank top bodysuit, a necklace, and some high heels. You don't look too extravagant, either. Basic makeup, long, straight hair, and a bit of a bitch face. It was your ideal casual look, and by secret, Chase's ideal girl. Only your phone is next to you, no purse or keys. You hope all of this isn't too striking, except for one thing: your feminine movements. No matter how hard you try to hide it, it's the only thing that comes natural now. Your old, deep voice is gone and your manly manners have largely either dissipated or been feminized to match your sass. Needless to say, you passed the first test. "For now."
Next is the main lobby, the real test. You're in the main area and are immediately catcalled by some young guys who try to catch your attention. "Damn, this bitch is fine!" "What she doing here?" It doesn't help the misogynistic music blaring in the speakers drives them like this. "So gross." You don't pay much attention until you notice Dave. "WTF is he doing here? I thought he hated Chase! He must be desperate of money." Dave immediately noticed you, but somehow, he doesn't recognize you by body. He thinks you're a model! "Phew phew! Damn, girl! Come to daddy!" Your heart is thumping, knowing well the kind of person Dave is. You never got along with him. He hated you for not caving to him and sticking up for Chase when he bullied him for being younger and weaker. After he brutally knocked you out after a drunk argument and sent you to the hospital one night, your fear of him disappeared as a guy. Almost all the guys were afraid of him, but for the girls, he was the best. His whole attitude changed when he was around them. Both of you are the same age, but despite being younger than you by a few months, he looks old enough to be your dad.
"No, thanks. I can buy my own milk." You keep walking fast, looking down without turning around. That snarky response immediately brought an old feeling. "This girl is different. Something's off. It's like I know her from somewhere." You leave with disgust and as you get half way, you turn around and see Dave has left. "Phew, that was close. He's a bit cute, but very scary. At least he saw me as a girl." From head to toe, all the guys saw a sexy brown-haired bombshell seductively walking to the next side of the bar. Just as you approach the next door, you realize the boys sitting at the left side are chatting with each other, most likely talking about nonsense. At this point, your nervousness is gone and now you're the one making all these men nervous at you. Either way, you pass. "Almost there."
You get to the second door and you notice you're almost there. You're in the private area, where it's more exclusive. Even though it's smaller, you feel there's more men. The catcalling is more evident and the flirting is more louder. You try to keep your hands to yourself, but it only makes you more docile and ladylike. You don't feel like one of the boys and because of that, the men in here don't see you as one, either. All they see is a sexy woman capable of being a gorgeous trophy wife or sugar baby to these perverted, older men. And yet, despite their tremendous power and wealth, you're the one in control here as they know they can get themselves cancelled for sexual harassment. Chase is the real boss here and he can cancel anyone if he wanted to. Anyone. Except you. Unaware of what you're doing, it only helps you with your bet. Before you know it, before you reach the glass door, Chases notices you. "I'm here."
"OMG, no way." Chase looks and whispers. "That's... that's not him, right? He's not... but he's... he's her!?" He watched everything through his phone. From the entrance to the most exclusive room, he saw you walking in the red carpet with style and grace. He noticed how, despite looking and moving hyperfeminine, you behaved with confidence and determination almost like a guy. Except, you weren't a guy, nor are you one. The men here don't see you as one, and certainly Chase doesn't see you as one anymore. There's a word for girls like you: baddie. Someone who is femme enough for their man, but also defends themselves like one, in a feminized way of saying. Baddies are arguably Chase's preferred girls and are the reason why he became the way he is. Chase, however, has an even deeper secret, and one that he is even ashamed of admitting due to his reputation: more than he loves baddies, he LOVES trans women!
It isn't strange for a man to like a trans woman, despite societal beliefs. After all, trans women are women, even if their birth sex doesn't match their inner gender. You just need the right hormones to make that happen. The thing about Chase, however, is that he doesn't just like trans women for being women, but also for their parts. Several trans girls online have mentioned about a certain bar owner paying good money for sex, and those that have been hired by him mentioned that he loves giving head, not to mention getting rammed. You had a feeling that Chase was gay, even before you came out as trans. But it turns out, Chase is just attracted to dominant girls. Even more shocking, however, is that he has followed your socials for years!
You know him by his username: DaChaseR6999. He was unusual because he not only liked all of your posts, but also donated a ton of money in every one of your streams. It was weird and very creepy. It also didn't help he would get into arguments with random people. You recently knew it was him because by the time the messages from Chase became a thing, you decided to discover who this chaser guy was. Much to your surprise, it was none other than Chase. How did you know? Because his profile pics all had some pic of him showing his right hand with a rare birthmark. He may have been smart to hide his face, but he wasn't wise enough to hide everything else. "I have all the receipts I need. He's done for."
You're in the exclusive room now. You passed the last door. You turn around and recognize everyone, all of your ex-coworkers. They look much more older than they should be. Work, family, and other issues have worn them out. Some are older than you while the others are around your age or younger. Today was a special day as Chase reserved the exclusive room for the boys, the ones who used to run the old bar before it became to this new mecca-like place. All the boys love it and they deem it almost perfect, from the betting, to the food, the beer, the music, and the sports! All, except for one thing: "Where's the girls?" Once the few guys saw you, however, they froze. All they see now is this new hot babe approaching to Chase. The old goofy twig of a co-worker turned manager is gone now. If only they realize that this bombshell baddie is you. "Well, now they're going to find out."
You approach to Chase, seeing his face of defeat inside, while trying to keep a smile on the outside. You could read him like a book. He feels humiliated, not only because you're more tougher than him, but be you also won the bet. Everyone sees you as a woman. Not a single misgendering. Just confusion as to why a goddess like you is in a "men only" bar. Sighing with guilt, Chase murmurs: "I... I, u-uh..." You get next to Chase, and confront him with your confidence:
"So, Chase." He says with nervousness. "I-I made a mistake." He tries to neutralize the situation, hoping you give in to his plea. But a baddie like you never holds back. "So, Chase. STILL THINK I'M A FUCKIN' MAN?"
Everyone freaks and turns around. "What? Chase, what is wrong with you?" "You're delusional. She's a girl!" "Wait, that's not who I think it is?" "Holy shit, she's a babe!" "She's "him"? What a fuckin glow-up!" "Damn, you turned sexy!" "Hey, what's your socials?" "Naw, that's a girl, dude!" "He's fumbling like always."
You turn back and see Chase's smug smile frozen. Humiliated, he says, "No. No you're not. You're..." "A woman? Yeah, I THOUGHT SO!" He looks down and blushes, "Yeah, I guess you are a girl now." You smile and smug back, "Hmm, you're right. But guess what? I won the bet. As a woman. And now, who's the real loser?" He's hesitant, but tries to smooth play you. "Um, how about-" "How about NOW? Pay up! I need to get $5,000 dollars by tomorrow morning. And you have my money." It's enough to shake him back to reality, but he gives you the prize money. "Only because you're cute, and my ideal type." Once he hands you the cash, you decide to leave. "You know, I did find you cute at one point. But now, I realize... you're just a jerk." Just as you head to the next door, Chase shouts, "Wait, um... you're not going to stay with us?" Turning back, you shout without a whim, "Girl! I have no business being here no more! You guys can stay. I'm out!" But before you slam the door, you tell Chase, “Oh, and the Chiefs? They can go to hell with you!”
Epilogue
As you walk back to the entrance, you text your GF and tell her, "Hii. Come pick me up at the entrance. I'm okay. Luv ya." You also decide to leave the past behind, not even daring to look back where you last saw everyone. Before you know it, you text back to everyone, telling "Bye." and sharing your socials before blocking them for good, including Chase. Just before heading back to the lobby entrance, you see Dave one more time. This time, you face him and say, "Bye, Dave." as you open the door and exit. He's shocked. "Have we met?" Now outside the bar, you go to your car and decide to look back at the bar before leaving forever. Once a place you made memories, now a place that's the memories of someone else foreign to you
Your new reality is here, and one that speaks for who you really are. And while everyone saw you as a loser, you always turned out to be the winner. You didn't just win a bet; you won everything you wanted in life.
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