Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

Tiffany picked out some dark brown contacts and two eyeglass frames, one pair was black and rectangular shaped and the other was a tortoise shell color that were in a horn-rim style. The technician would fit the non-prescription lenses into the frames while Ben and his mom went to get something to eat. After dinner, Tiffany was trying on the new glasses in the store's mirror. "Wow!" Ben looked carefully at his mother's face. "I'm surprised how drastically they change your appearance. You've got a hot librarian thing going on." Ben could feel blood flowing into his penis and wondered if there would be a way to have sex with his mom later in the night.

I'm in a much hurry than waiting for her to introduce the glasses she had just listed, so I said, “I just want something simple and dar—” “I get it… I gets it, I know exactly what you want just leave it to me,” she raised her hand to the shelve behind her and took down a box, opening it slightly to revealed a pink heart-shaped glasses with shining stuffs on it, she carefully put the cover beside it, as though it was an egg. “Here are our top notch glasses, trust me— you wear this, your crush will come finding your love, you take a little walk down the street, at least ten cars will jam into one another.” The words smoothly rolled out of her mouth as though she ate honey.

she added quickly when I turned to look at her. "Yeah… it’s rare. But I’m an omega, and I don’t have a wolf." "Oh…" She nodded slowly in understanding. "So you have vision problems?" "Not exactly. I have migraines, and the doctor suggested I wear glasses. They help." "Oh." It was a lie. I wore the glasses to hide my eyes. My eye color was strange, at least, that was how people always described it. A strange blend of green, yellow, and red. Green was the dominant shade, dusted with flecks of yellow, but if you looked closely enough, you’d notice the faint traces of red too. As I grew older, my unusual eyes began drawing more and more attention. That was when my mother found a solution and gav

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

I step back and look him in the eye. “Dude, I love Nova. I don’t know what that makes me but they aren’t exactly a guy. They are non-binary so regardless of what sexual organs they have it isn’t really the same as being into guys. If you must label me then label me as Nova-sexual, because they are the only one I have wanted ever since meeting them.” I blink as the other bouncers kind of cough and I hear a muffled “Queer” before they all start laughing and pat my back.

The tattoos along his back and arms shift slightly with every movement, like they’re alive, like they follow him instead of sitting on him. And then, glasses. I blink. “…You wear glasses?” He glances over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Sometimes.” I step in a little more, curiosity getting the better of me. “For what?” “Mild astigmatism,” he says, turning back to the stove. “Long hours, screens… makes it worse.” I nod slowly, even though he can’t see me. It’s such a small detail, but it makes him feel human.

Celeste's voice came through the creaky wooden door of the basement. “I’m coming.” I grumbled and stood up from my thin mattress. Nothing good ever came out during my birthday, I wondered what dreadful assignment they had in store for me today. I picked up a small broken mirror from the side of my bed and inspected my eyes. The black contact lenses were still in place. Good.The special lenses hid the violet eyes I had been born with, the same eyes that had me labeled me as cursed and unnatural. I adjusted my sturdy dress and headed upstairs, only God knows what awaited me there. Immediately I stepped into the room, I squinted my eyes and finally opened them when my eyes fully adjusted to the

There is a huge mirror in one corner of the room resembling Klara’s and to it’s left has a three foot tall wooden table on which a 360 degree spectacles holder rack is placed. Hmm….here are the traitors. These glasses are the ones who deceives the spectators making them believe that Lucas is a decent man but in reality he’s anything but good. She rolled her eyes at the glasses holder and wandered around boldly as she took slow steps deeper into the room and finally landed her eyes on his bed.

“Will this work? I look the same” “No you don't. Trust me, even Giovanni won't recognise you.” She fished out a small box from somewhere in the bag and held it out to me. “Use this” I collected the box and opened it to see eye contact. I removed the glasses and expertly wore the contact lenses. I blink a little, and my hazel eyes changed to forest green eyes. Now that's a huge difference. Sassy really came all out. I shoved the glasses back on my face. It's time to test if this really works.

I took it off and put the first one back on. I looked for another box and finally found the glasses. There were sunglasses, prescription glasses, of all different types and colors. Some had broken lenses, some were too scratched, but others were in perfect condition. I tried some on and looked at the reflection in the glass of the bookcase beside me. In the end I ended up getting a sun glass with a slightly lighter lens, which turned out to be perfect.