I woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn’t my own. I was confused for a brief moment before the whole other girl in bed with me jogged my memory of the previous night.

  Right, yeah. Liv. Date. Sex. A lot of sex.

  Speaking of Liv, she was still completely naked. I could feel her pressed against me, her embrace warm and inviting. I didn’t have css until ter in the morning, so I could probably afford to stay here for a bit.

  Oh, goddess, I just had sex. That’s, like, a big deal or something, right? Was it impulsive of me to jump right into bed with this girl I’d really only started getting to know a week ago? I mean, sure, just being around her drove me completely fucking crazy. I couldn’t see her without thinking about having her dick inside me. Well, now that had happened for real. Was I going to be able to push aside my insane thirst?

  Considering the fact that my mind was already conjuring up various scenarios for the two of us two fuck again, no, definitely not.

  Sigh.

  Guess I’ll just have to live with being super horny for this one girl. Considering she seems just as into me, that’s… probably fine, actually. Sure, it is a big deal, but we can totally make this work, yeah? Like either as just friends who fuck a bunch or as…

  Girlfriends.

  Thinking that word specifically brought a smile to my lips. I could have a girlfriend! I could be a girlfriend! I could be a girl’s girlfriend, and she could be my girlfriend and I’m a girl! Lesbians! I’m a lesbian!

  I’d always wanted to be a lesbian… To me, loving a woman as a woman had always seemed so much more appealing. I remember saying this in a Discord server once and someone shot me down by ciming I was fetishising lesbians. They may have been a teensy bit wrong about that. Just a smidge wrong. It’s not like I was some closeted trans girl or anything.

  I was broken out of my thoughts by the sound of punk music bsting from somewhere on the floor.

  Liv groaned and sat up, and, Sappho help me, my gaze was immediately drawn towards her boobs. Liv leaned over the side of the bed and fumbled around on the floor until the music stopped.

  “Morning, cutie,” she said, turning to face me.

  “Hey,” I said, suddenly feeling nervous. What if it turned out st night was a one-time thing and she never wanted to do this again?

  “How’d you sleep?” Liv asked me.

  “Hm?” I said. “Oh, fine. I just woke up a bit before you.”

  “Good. Uhhhh…” she trailed off, her eyes running up and down my body. I let myself feel a rush of pride at that. “Listen, I’d love to go for another round, but we probably don’t have time before I gotta get to css, sadly.”

  “Oh,” I said. “Yeah, no worries. Uhhhh… Definitely do this again?”

  “The date part or the sex part?”

  “Both,” I said, feeling a lot less confident than I was trying to sound.

  “Both sounds perfect,” Liv replied. “We should probably get dressed now, though. And eat. I can get you a bowl of cereal if you want.”

  “Sounds good,” I said.

  Liv stood up and stretched, and I couldn’t help but stare. Goddess, this girl was fucking gorgeous. She crouched down and picked her jeans up off the floor.

  I started gathering up my clothes from the ground. Skirt, bra, t-shirt, annndddd… panties, which had ended up under Liv’s desk. I started getting dressed. I’d probably have a shower when I got back to my apartment. Hopefully. If I had enough time.

  I picked up my phone to check the time. Ok, good. I have enough time. And several texts from Rachel too.

  Rachel: where r u

  Rachel: are u ducking staying the night

  Rachel: hello?

  Rachel: ok, so you’re spending the night at her pce

  Rachel: good night

  I scrambled to type out a response to her.

  Lillith: Yeah, I spent the night. Sorry I didn’t text you sooner. Was Kinda distracted

  I tried to pocket my phone, but it just fell to the floor because, duh, no pockets! Embarrassed, I crouched down to pick it up, gncing at Liv, who was still nude, digging through her drawers for clothes to wear. It was only once she started pulling on her jeans that I realised I’d been staring the whole time she’d been getting dressed, and I blushed and looked away in embarrassment.

  “I’m gonna check if my mom’s lurking in the kitchen,” she said. “You ok to wait here? I’ll bring you a bowl of cereal.”

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  Liv drove me back to my apartment. I’d briefly spotted her mom passed out on the couch as we walked past and out the front door.

  “So…” I said, feeling slightly awkward.

  “Yeah, Lilly?” Liv said, her head subtly bobbing to the music she had pying on her phone.

  “Um…” I trailed off. Fuuuuuuck, Lilly, just ask her. It’s not that hard! Like four to six words or something. “Do you, um-” I groaned.

  “Do I what?” Liv asked.

  I groaned.

  Liv gnced over at me. “Lilly, you ok?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Fine.”

  “Oh, alright.” she started saying something else, but then stopped. “I wanna ask you something, but you go first, alright?”

  I nodded. “Right. Yeah. I can ask questions.” I grinned. “So, uh, will you maybe, if you’d like, uhhhh…” I trailed off. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My very cute reflection. My very girly reflection. That’s right, I’m a hot girl now, and hot girls have confidence! “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” I asked.

  Fortunately, we’d stopped at a red light, so Liv’s reaction didn’t cause a crash or anything. She froze. A smile crept onto her lips. “Well, guess I don’t need to ask my question then. Got my answer.”

  Wait, what did she mean by… oh…

  “Yeah, I do. I know we only met recently, but you’re cool, and, like… yeah. Girlfriends then.”

  Girlfriends. Me. Her. Us. Girlfriends!

  I definitely did not make a super girly and excited squeal thinking about that.

  I’m a girlfriend! I have a girlfriend!

  Liv also totally did not find the squealing that totally did not happen adorable. I totally didn’t blush at being called adorable.

  My phone buzzed on my p, and I picked it up.

  Rachel: ok. You coming back now?

  Lillith: yeah, Liv’s driving me

  Liv reached over to hold my hand, giving it a squeeze. I squeezed back, a smile on my lips.

  Liv wasn’t able to stick around after she dropped me off; she had a css to get to. She expined that she’d selected a very spread out course schedule this semester to avoid being at home with her mom, except then her mom got a new job, so now it was more annoying than anything.

  I found Rachel sitting in the exact same spot on the sofa where I’d left her the night before. You could almost believe she hadn’t moved if it weren’t for the completely different outfit and the fact her hair was slightly damp, like she’d just had a shower.

  “Hey,” I said. “Sorry about not texting you st night…”

  Rachel looked over her shoulder at me. She looked upset, but she quickly schooled her features. She stood, and I got a better look at her outfit. She was dressed for lounging around the apartment without going out in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were visible through the fabric of her shirt. I realised I’d been staring, and averted my eyes.

  Bad Lilly! You have a girlfriend now!

  “That’s fine,” she said quietly. “I, uh, it’s… fine, yeah.”

  An awkward silence settled over the room.

  “I’m gonna go shower,” I finally said.

  On the way to the shower, I made a quick stop in my room to pick out an outfit to wear. Well, I say ‘quick,’ but I definitely took my time choosing from my new clothes. I selected one of my new bras I’d gotten the previous night, a clean pair of panties, some ankle socks, a pair of jeans that hugged my legs just perfectly, and a green camo t-shirt. It used to be that I’d just grab the first thing my hands found and pull it on, but now I wanted to make an effort with choosing what to wear – with my appearance.

  I discarded all of my dirty clothes from the day before in my undry hamper, which was getting pretty full. I’d need to do undry again soon. Sigh.

  I gathered up my outfit for the day and left my room, took two steps across the hallway into my bathroom, not thinking about nor particurly caring that I was naked and Rachel could probably see me. We were both girls, after all. This is fine!

  I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. Since yesterday, I hadn’t taken the time to examine my body in full detail. Sure, it was mostly the same since the st time I looked, the same curves and smooth, hair-free skin. My boobs were a little bigger than before, and, of course, I was wonderfully rid of my penis. Being rid of that was such a relief.

  I could probably have spent several minutes revelling in the euphoria of having my body look like this, but I did have a css I needed to get to, and I did want to get Rachel a key before then, so I turned on the shower, waited for the water to warm up, then started rubbing shampoo into my hair.

  I really need to get a hair dryer now.

  I sat next to Rachel on the sofa, my hair still damp. “Hey.”

  She looked up from her phone. “Hi.”

  “So, I said I was gonna get you a key, and… yeah.” I pyed with my hair a bit, feeling weirdly self-conscious. “Uh, I guess we also need a hair dryer. I can go get that too.” I stood back up. “Ummm, you wanna come with?”

  Rachel frowned, then shook her head. “I think I’m fine, Lilly.”

  “Ok then,” I said.

  I grabbed my purse from where I’d left it when I got home, put my shoes back on, then left to go get a copy made of my key. And also to figure out where the fuck I was supposed to find a hair dryer.

  I got back an hour ter with Rachel’s key and a brand new hair dryer. I’d grabbed the cheapest one I could find, so I hoped it would be good enough.

  Rachel was not still sitting on the sofa when I got back. After a moment, I heard the toilet flush, and the sound of the bathroom sink running. I decided to wait for Rachel, since I had to head to css right away. Around ten seconds ter, she left the bathroom.

  “Oh! Hi, Lilly,” she said, before sitting back down on the couch and pulling out her phone.

  “I got your key for ya,” I said, taking out the new key and handing it to her. “I’ll just put this in the bathroom and then head to css. Are you, uh, coming?”

  “Hm?” Rachel said, looking up from her phone. “Coming to css?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Css.”

  Rachel froze and went silent for a moment. Finally, she replied in a quiet, anxious sounding voice, “no.”

  Alright then. That was up to her, she didn’t have to go to css.

  “You’re going to stay here all day?”

  “I don’t know,” Rachel replied.

  I wanted to ask her more, but I had to get to css, and my instincts were telling me not to press her any further, so I just went to deposit the hair dryer in the bathroom before leaving to head to css. “Bye. See you this evening,” I said.

  “Bye,” Rachel said.

  gayannabeth