After parting ways with their new friends, Tricia and Darren. Jeane returned once more to their room, exhausted, but a bit giddy from the positive interaction they'd just had, Jeane sat down at their desk to relax. Now comfortably nestled in their chair, Jeane logged into the Bo-Fe forum they'd spent so much time on during high school and began to read some of the threads of the day.
"Favourite fluids?" read one thread, "Is it ok to lend some spit to my friends for STD protection?" read another.
Jeane saw a thread titled. "Dating as a Bo-Fe?" Jeane had never dated before, having been quite unpopular during high-school. Curious to see what kinds of testimonials the other users had to share, they followed the link tentatively.
The title of the thread explained the poster's experience, or lack thereof, dating through their 20. Looking through the responses, Jeane was disappointed to discover most of them were some variation on the "so many fish in the sea" formula they'd heard so many times before.
One line caught their eye however, it was from someone who had dated a Bo-Fe in the past. Their comment explained that, apart from having to worry about the nutritional needs of their SO, dating a Bo-Fe hadn't been to different than their other relationships. They explained how, after they had gotten used to feeding their SO, they would skip cups and other drinking vessels entirely when not in public, and allow their SO to get their supplements directly from the source.
Jeane was immediately intrigued by this revelation. They'd obviously known it was a thing people did, but to see it written so candidly was shocking to them. The thought of doing so was more than a little arousing from Jeane, who couldn't picture themself in a relationship, let alone having someone willing to feed them in the way described on their computer screen. They could feel themselves getting hotter as they contemplated the idea.
This new attention Jeane was paying to their loins came with a realization however, all the liquids they'd consumed that day had run their course, and now Jeane was feeling a familiar pressure in their loins. This came with a dilemma however. As a Bo-Fe, there were no designated washrooms for them to use in the building.
Their need to use the washroom only grew as they contemplated this dilemma, and soon enough, Jeane was forced to make a choice.
