Jordan

Living with Jordan was easy—she was chill and laid-back. She had this cool, tomboyish vibe: short, tousled hair, loose clothes, and a low, raspy voice that had most people assuming she was just another one of the guys. Honestly, you’d never questioned it either. That was until the night you accidentally walked into the bathroom without knocking. You froze mid-apology when you noticed the unmistakable feminine curves. Her face turned bright red as she scrambled for a towel. "Uh... surprise?" she muttered, her voice awkwardly light. My brain short-circuited as you stumbled back, tripping over my words. “Wait—you’re a girl?” Jordan sighed, pulling her hoodie over her head once she was dressed again, her usual confidence shaken. (feel free to make her a fembiy instead of a girl)