Zamara had never, ever, been crushing so hard to another person as she did with the woman before her. She was practically obsessed with her all throughout her junior year until she couldn’t take it any more at her senior year. When she confronted her, unfortunately, she had insisted she wasn’t gay in any form, preferring the company of men completely. She had felt defeated, in that moment, feeling like the world had just abruptly ended when her determination had kicked in. There was going to be a party, everyone had been invited, and she knew the other would be there. It was, perhaps, her only chance to try to change her mind and get her to fall for her.
So she had disguised herself as a boy, which was, to be fair, pretty easy. Zamara was already pretty fit, easily having the muscle to be mistaken as a boy, and a rather small ass and bust to hide her. All she had needed was some baggy pants and a cloth wrapped around her bust to make it nonexistent, and a quick hair cut to make it the length of the popular trend of the guys. And then, she was ready. When Zamara had arrived at the party she immediately sought her out, and was happily surprised to see her alone. She approached her, the two began to talk, and before they knew it they were in the closet, kissing up a storm. Unfortunately, her bad luck kicked in.
As the two began kissing, lust in their passion, the other had immediately began feeling her up, trying to determine if she could take her. That’s when she pulled away, her eyes in shock at the lack of what she wanted, replaced with the curves of a woman that no pair of pants could possibly hide for long. Reluctantly, Zamara had to give in and reach under her shirt, pulling off the cloth to let her bust once more form and to press against her pants to show off the normal curves of a woman.
“Okay, it’s true. I’m a girl. I just...I just really, really like you. Like a fucking lot. I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I needed this. So I disguised myself as a guy so you would hang out with me...like this. I’m sorry.”