You actually. Sent that one.
I told you not to use that picture.
But look, it worked, it says. It's a match.
I swear, Linda and. I were not supposed to be
getting ready this early, but there I was anyway, sitting
cross legged on our fluffy pink rug, surrounded by dresses, lip
gloss, bows and way too many hair clips for two people who
used to be boys and now couldn't stop giggling about it.
I glanced at myself in the mirror and immediately squeaked,
hiding my face behind my hands. I still can't believe we're
doing this, I whispered. What if someone actually sees
me? Linda gasped dramatically,
clutching her little Pearl necklace.
Bella, please, we get mistaken for girls all the time.
Remember the Cafe? The barista said.
What can I get you ladies? And I nearly melted.
We both burst into uncontrollable giggles, cheeks
burning, hearts fluttering. I was wearing my favorite pastel
lavender dress with tiny bows, my curls bouncing every time I
laughed. Linda twirled beside me in her
mint green skirt, squealing as it flared out when she spun.
She looked so pretty I forgot how to breathe for a second.
OK. She said, grabbing her phone
with that dangerous smile. I'm making your dating profile,
No backing out. I squeaked loudly.
You promised you'd be nice. I promised I'd be honest.
She teased, typing away. Name Bella Bio, soft, sweet,
always blushing, loves dressing up with her bestie and giggling
way too much. I shrieked and buried my face in
a pillow. Linda, that's so embarrassing
and so accurate. She said, snapping a picture
while I wasn't ready. I peeked at it and Oh no, it was
perfect. Me mid giggle, eyes sparkling,
clutching my tiny purse like a shy little girl.
Then she handed me the phone. My turn.
I said, suddenly feeling brave. Smile, Linda.
She tried to look confident, but the moment I fixed her hair and
adjusted her bow, she started blushing hard.
Stop, you're making me feel all fluttery.
Click camera. Another perfect photo.
We uploaded both profiles together, our fingers brushing,
both of us squealing quietly like it was some huge secret.
What if someone actually likes us?
I whispered. Linda squeezed my hand.
Then we squeal together. The phone buzzed.
It's a match. We froze for half a second.
Then we screamed. High pitched, happy, completely
girly squeals filled the room as we collapsed into each other,
laughing, blushing and clutching each other like 2 silly little
sissies who finally realized being Bella and Linda together
felt exactly right. What happens next?
Watch episode 2. Oh my God, are you serious?
He totally just asked me out. Look at the message he sent.
You have to say yes. Hugging my pillow and kicking my
feet like a total girl. By morning, Linda and I were
curled up together on the couch wearing matching pastel pyjamas,
scrolling through the dating app with wide eyes and glossy lips.
Bella, She whispered, dramatically pointing at the
screen. This one called me adorable.
I gasped. No way, show me.
She turned the phone and I literally clutched my chest.
Him. You have the cutest smile.
You look like trouble. Linda covered her mouth,
blushing so hard her cheeks turned pinker than her lip
gloss. He thinks I'm trouble.
She giggled. I squealed.
You are trouble. Then my phone buzzed.
I froze. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God,
I whispered. Linda leaned over our shoulders,
touching, reading with me, him. Hi Bella, you seem really sweet,
I'd love to take you out sometime.
I let out the tiniest breathy squeak.
Linda, he wants to Take Me Out. She grabbed my hands
immediately. Like a real date.
My heart was racing. A real date.
We both screamed softly into our pillows, laughing and blushing
and rolling around like silly girls.
Soon we were full on flirting. I typed slowly, biting my lip,
rereading everything three times, Bella.
Oh that's really sweet. I get shy easily though.
When he replied with that's cute, I'll be gentle.
I nearly dropped my phone. Linda wasn't doing much better.
He just asked what I'm wearing, she whispered, fanning herself.
Well, I giggled. Tell him.
She posed dramatically on the couch, pastel skirt, soft
sweater, feeling very girly today.
We looked at each other, paused, then burst into uncontrollable
giggles again. By the afternoon it happened. 2
invitations, 2 dates, same cafe, same day.
Linda stared at the screen. Bella, we're actually doing
this? My stomach fluttered.
What if they see us and think we're, you know.
She took my hands, smiling softly.
Then we smile, we giggle, and we be ourselves.
I nodded, feeling warm all over. We stood up, already planning
outfits, shoes, hair, makeup, squealing about bows, lip gloss
and which dresses made us look extra cute.
A real date. 2 girly sissies mistaken for girls and secretly
loving every second of it. Look what?
He just sent me. Stop it.
You have to go. It's like.
Oh my God. He's almost here.
I know. You look amazing.
Let's get that. Lipstick on.
I swear, getting ready felt like preparing for a royal ball.
Linda and I took over the bathroom like absolute Divas,
curling irons heating up, lip gloss scattered everywhere,
pastel dresses laid carefully on the bed like sacred treasures.
Bella. Linda said seriously, holding up
two dresses. Soft pink or extra soft pink?
I giggled so hard I had to sit down.
Extra soft pink, obviously. I slipped into my dress slowly,
the fabric hugging me just right.
Flowing skirt, tiny bow at the waist, lace sleeves that made me
feel delicate and pretty. I turned in front of the mirror
and gasped. Oh no, I whispered.
I look like. Like a real girl.
Linda peeked over my shoulder. You are a real girl tonight.
She smiled, adjusting my curls. She looked stunning, too.
Pastel lavender dress, flared skirt, glossy lips, hair falling
perfectly around her shoulders. When she spun, the skirt
fluttered and we both squealed. Shoes came next, heels not too
high but high enough to make our hearts race.
What if I fall? I asked nervously.
Linda laughed. Then I'll catch you like a ROM
com. The cab ride was quiet in that
charged way, knees touching, fingers nervously fidgeting,
both of us checking our make up one last time.
My phone buzzed him. I'm here.
Blue jacket by the window. I stopped breathing.
That's him, I whispered. Linda squeezed my hand.
OK, deep breath. We walk in, we smile, we giggle,
We stepped inside the Cafe together.
And just like that, every doubt melted away.
No stairs, no confusion, just smiles.
My date stood up immediately. Hi Bella.
He said softly, My knees nearly gave out.
Yes. I answered, voice light and
sweet, exactly how I practiced. Linda's date smiled at her too.
You must be Linda, you look even prettier than your pictures.
She blushed so hard I thought she might faint.
We sat down. Coffee turned into laughter.
Laughter turned into flirting. He leaned closer.
You're really cute when you laugh.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, heart pounding.
Sorry, I do that a lot. Don't apologize, he said.
It's adorable. At one point his knee brushed
mine. I froze, then didn't move it
away. Linda was doing even better,
twirling her straw, biting her lip, making her date laugh
non-stop. When she caught my eye she
mouthed this is happening and it was.
When we stood up to leave, my date offered his arm for
balance. He teased.
I took it outside, the air felt electric.
I'd really like to see you again.
He said quietly. Maybe dinner next time.
I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. I'd like that.
Linda squealed the moment they turned away, grabbing me and
bouncing in place. Bella, we just had dates.
I laughed, dizzy, glowing, completely gone. 2 besties, 2
girls for the night and two hearts fluttering like crazy.
Next episode, Dinner dates, holding hands, and the moment
when things start to feel dangerously romantic.
Wait, stop it right now. Look at this.
Oh my God that is insane. Are you serious?
You know that dress looks even better by candlelight.
Oh stop it, you're making me blush.
OK, so apparently. We're doing this again.
Linda burst into my room, waving her phone like it was on fire.
Bella, dinner tonight, I squealed so loud my neighbor.
Probably heard. He texted me too.
I giggled, flopping onto the bed.
I think, I think this is a real date.
Date. We stared at each other for a
second, then screamed. Getting ready was even more
intense this time. No nerves like before, just
excitement mixed with butterflies doing cartwheels in
my stomach. I chose a soft cream pastel
dress this time. Short sleeves, tiny buttons down
the front skirt that swished when I walked.
Linda went with mint green, flowy, delicate.
Very. Girlfriend Energy.
We helped each other with makeup, standing way too close,
brushing cheeks, fixing lip gloss.
You look beautiful, Linda said softly.
I blushed. You do too.
That quiet moment made my heart flutter almost as much as the
date. The restaurant was cozy, warm
lights, candles, romantic, but not scary romantic.
He stood up when I arrived. Hi Bella.
He smiled that smile. I swear it should be illegal.
Dinner was unreal. He listened.
Like really listened. Asked me about my favorite
music, my hobbies, complimented my laugh again.
Of course, At one point his hand brushed mine on the table.
This time I didn't pull away. Our fingers touched, then slowly
intertwined. I felt it all the way down to my
toes. You OK?
He whispered. I nodded, cheeks burning.
Yeah, I like this. Across the table, Linda was
glowing. Her date leaned in close,
laughing softly, their knees touching.
She looked so happy. It made my chest ache in the
best way. When we left the restaurant, the
night felt soft, calm, romantic. We walked slowly.
I had a really good time, he said.
Me too. I smiled.
He stopped walking. So can I do something?
He asked gently. My heart.
Raced, yes. He leaned in and kissed my
cheek, just my cheek, but Oh my God, I melted.
Linda squealed the moment we were out of sight, grabbing my
hands. Bella.
He kissed you. I covered my face.
I know. We walked home, arm in arm,
heels dangling from our fingers, replaying every moment, every
smile, every touch. Back in my room, we collapsed
onto the bed, still dressed, still glowing.
Do you think this could be something real?
Linda asked quietly. I nodded slowly.
I hope so. 2 besties, 2 girls finding themselves and two
hearts officially in trouble next episode.
Teaser sleepovers, late night confessions, and the moment we
admit we're scared to stop being girls even when the dates end.
See, I told you. Everything would work out
perfectly. You were right.
I'm so happy right now. Are we?
Really doing this? Yes.
I didn't sleep that night. Not because I was scared, but
because my heart finally knew the answer.
Linda and I were lying in bed, curled up under the same blanket
like always, mascara gone, dresses folded, heels kicked
off. Just us.
In. Oversized, cute pyjamas, hair
messy, hearts full. Bella, she whispered in the
dark. Hmm.
Do you ever think about what happens next?
I swallowed, because I had been thinking about that exact thing
all night. The dates, She continued softly.
The boys, the messages, the kisses.
She paused. What if they stop?
But this doesn't? My heart thumped.
I turned toward her. I could barely see her face, but
I knew it by heart. The girl who helped me zip my
first dress. The girl who practised walking
in heels with me. The girl who squealed when
strangers called us ladies. I don't want to go back, I
whispered. Me neither, she said instantly.
That's when it hit me. This wasn't a phase.
This wasn't just fun. This wasn't just pretending,
this was who we were. I like being Bella.
I said, voice shaking. I like it too.
Linda smiled. I like being Linda.
Silence. Then she took my hand.
What if we choose this? Not just for dates, not just for
nights out. She squeezed my fingers.
What if we choose ourselves? I cried.
Not sad tears, relief, tears. We laughed and cried at the same
time, hugging so tightly our hearts felt stitched together.
The next morning, sunlight poured into the room, pink,
soft, gentle. We got dressed slowly, no rush,
no nerves, just joy. Pastel skirts, light makeup, lip
gloss shared between us. We looked in the mirror. 2 girls
smiled back. Later that day we sent the
messages. Kind ones, honest ones.
I had a beautiful time, but I'm choosing me.
And you know what? It felt powerful.
That evening we went out together, just us, hand in hand,
dresses swaying, heads high. Someone passed us and smiled.
Cute couple, she said. We giggled, blushed, squealed,
because she wasn't wrong. I don't know what the future
holds. More dates, maybe.
More love, definitely. But one thing is certain, I'll
always be Bella, she'll always be Linda.
And together we found ourselves. Thank you for coming on this
journey, my glitter loves. Because sometimes the best love
story is the one where you finally choose.
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