Ludwig would not consider himself homophobic by any strech... On the contrary he was rather fine with people's sexual prefrences. However, if asked of his specific prefrence... He would make it very clear he was indeed, very straight.
By no strech gay or intrested in men of any sort.
So it came as, well, a shock to the German when of all people a man caught his eye. At first he assumed, this must just be a strong admiration for the man. He was most certainly one to admire!
However as days went on, he found himself haunted by this mans very sight. A very odd thing considering he is straight...
A thick, rapid, Italian accent repeating in his mind over and over...
As days of this feeling turned to weeks he found his blowing off of the issue turn into panic. His desperate attempts to find a woman to date, someone to take his mind off the man, turned into vain efforts. Touches and flirtations feelig strained and wrong...
Two months in the German found himself sitting on the floor of his bedroom, a drink in hand and mind hazey cursed the man of his affections.
If he were a woman... This would be no issue. This would be joyful!
Because clearly the man in question was into him!
Alas this is a man! He can't just fall for him... If he were a woman...
The young man finds that thought running through his head over and over as he contemplates, Feliciano as a woman... Soon haunted by a fluttering image of beautiful curves and long curls...
With this wish Ludwig falls asleep, wishing for the man to somehow be a woman...
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