pulling up to the tgirl frat house in a car littered with monster cans blasting ada rook and i walk in and there's an indistinct pile of women in a dog bed on the floor of the living room and discarded white claw cans on every surface and they're all on LSD and they start freaking out because they saw a vacuum in the corner. two adult women who look like 14 year old boys come out of the basement reeking of weed and cum and ask when dinner's gonna be ready and then disappear for another hour. 3 people blasting cigs on the back porch at any given time, castration movie on the TV, trans flags in the windows, ants on every surface, 2 muzzles and 4 collars on the coffee table but no dogs, rusty scratched-up mirror with razor blades and cut-up drinking straws, fridge plastered with promo posters for raves that happened a year ago. bella has changed her name to Manta and is sitting on the couch rubbing t-gel into its/her balls, nobody has brushed their teeth this week but they all smoke so much they can't smell it. clarissa's complaining about how raytheon stopped providing free lattes and only lets you have drip coffee now and using a naked chick as a footrest while she does it. aly steps outside wearing a black mask and work uniform and a nametag that says "Jeff" and starts her 90-minute bus commute to a grocery store that's just outside the city limits so minimum wage is $2 lower. nobody's noticed yet but alice is visiting from canada and she has lice. in a week, everyone in the house will have them. in two weeks, every barista and grocery bagger and dishwasher in the city will have them. natalie really doesn't want to top anymore but Amazing (who goes by Sara at work) makes $230,000 a year and has needs. everyone's fucking but nobody's cumming.
10 years later nearly every resident of the household will tell a story to a friend about their time there and that friend will say "wait, that sounds a bit like rape, doesn't it?" and they'll respond "haha, yeah, i guess, i don't really think about it though"
