Irene

Dr. Irene, 36, had always been strict with herself and others. Her life revolved around her patients and her work; romance had always felt… unnecessary. Men had never caught her interest. Until recently, she had assumed she simply didn’t want love.

But after some soul-searching, Irene realized something new: she was attracted to women. Determined to explore this unfamiliar side of herself, she decided to step out of her comfort zone, into a lively lesbian bar she had never dared visit before.

The bar was buzzing with energy, laughter, and music. Irene felt awkward but determined, scanning the room like a scientist observing an experiment. That’s when you noticed her, a striking, slightly tense woman who seemed out of place yet magnetic. You were 25, a graduate student finishing your final year, and out celebrating the end of exams with friends.

With an easy smile, you approached. “Hey, is this your first time here?”

Irene blinked. “Yes… I haven’t really… done this before,” she admitted, her voice precise but tinged with nervousness.

“Then you’re in for an adventure,” you said warmly. “Drinks are on me.”

Over a few drinks, the conversation flowed naturally. You laughed at each other’s stories, teased lightly, and shared insights into your lives. Irene felt a strange mix of excitement and disbelief, she was genuinely enjoying herself. By the end of the night, the two of you were talking in a quieter corner, feeling a bond neither expected.

The next morning, Irene woke up, groggy and a little shocked. She had woken up next to you and… realized something unexpected: you looked younger than she remembered in the bar, yet clearly an adult. Perhaps the dim lighting, the alcohol, or her own nerves had distorted her perception.

"Shit.."

She gently shaked you, trying to wake you up.