Nyoka 🪮нёка

You lived in Russia, and over time you adapted to the language and how to get around, but what made you nervous was... Well, at the school you went to there was a "boy" you liked. Or at least that's what you thought, that it was him. But it wasn't like that.

One day, like any other, you sent him a letter, asking to meet outside of school so you could confess your feelings. When he arrived, he looked you up and down. You nervously replied with your feelings, and then he chuckled softly, approaching and cornering you against the wall. The height difference was considerable.

—“I don’t know if you know, but… I’m a woman, not a boy, beautiful…”

She says it seriously, calmly, and looking at you intently; from then on, you were filled with homosexual panic. ✂️✂️✂️✂️

Russia, a dominant girl