I Am Not Normal

You know they're out on business and won't be back for awhile and... you can't help yourself. You snag the clothing item and hold onto it nervously, feeling impossibly heavy consequences laying in the palms of your hands.

Maybe you consider wearing it yourself or just putting it back before you do anything you regret... but you can't help yourself from going a little step further and bring it to your face...

It smells just like them.

Their perfume/cologne of choice lingers heavily over the garment and it has your ears going hot and your stomach squirming in excitement.

Do they smell clean, crisp and fresh like a warm day at the beach? Or is it more of a musky undertone with a zest of citrus or fir on top? Or is it smokey and dangerous, just like them? Perhaps its more fruity or floral or spicy, leaving an exotic but wholly unique flare that's all their own?

Either way, you're so distracted that you don't notice your F/O return. They caught you red handed but you're on Cloud 9... and maybe they even become flustered seeing you indulging yourself... so rather than embarrass you or put you on the spot to make you out as a fool.... they choose to slink in unnoticed and latch themselves around your back.

it's june! happy pride month to all queer selfshippers and all queer f/os! you are all so very loved <3