"Brittany wakes up a guy. She's pretty much okay with this. And then she remembers what a good boyfriend Kurt was, and that he's clearly lonely, but capital G Gay. So she decides to do him a favor (not that she won't be having fun, too). Oh, and Kurt knows it's a temporarily male Brittany, instead of a random guy. Because it would never occur to her to lie, or even think of waking up a different gender as an oddity."

Dorian isn't interested. What a silly idea.

Lan Wangji is going to die. Lan Wangji is going to die, and it isn’t even a hyperbole; she is entirely ready to collapse in her seat like a marionette with its strings cut off. The vibrator inside her pulses, and Lan Wangji can barely stop herself from lurching forward and letting out a loud groan. She resists a glance at the row of seats behind her; she knows that Wei Ying is there, watching, and she isn’t entirely sure she isn’t going to come at the sight of Wei Ying’s lazy little smirk. Truly—the things Wei Ying has made her do—shameless. (or; Lan Wangji wears a vibrator to class at the behest of her fuckbuddy Wei Ying, and it ends up a lot hotter and more emotional for both of them.)

Tyler winked at him. "Hey, want me to act all demure and nervous about it? That could be fun." The mind boggled. "No," Jamie said firmly.