hexed

polish. femboy. allegedly cursed.

the running joke is that i have a hundred percent hit rate — that every perfectly straight guy who spends a month in my voice calls turns up later in thigh highs going “so i’ve been thinking”. i did not do that. i was simply present while it happened. repeatedly. to a statistically remarkable degree.

the honest version: i’m just very relaxed about it, and people who’ve never had anyone be relaxed about it around them tend to notice things. that’s the entire spell. no hex, no potion — just somebody not making it weird for once.

so: come for the bit, stay because it’s genuinely nice here. nobody’s rushing you, and nobody’s deciding anything about you but you.

worst case you make a friend and keep your wardrobe. i’m fine with those odds.