Cast your minds back, if you will, to the long forgotten year of 2011. My uncle had given me his Xbox (one of them, anyway) and a CD case full of games, most of which had been burnt onto blank DVDs with the titles written in Sharpie. I didn't play the majority of them, but there was one I went back to very frequently: Guilty Gear XX.
I tried every character on the roster, but would usually default to Bridget. Not sure why; I suppose his play style just clicked with me. Sure, I thought "she" was cute, but I focused more on the game itself rather than the appearances of its characters.
Now, fast forward about 2 months. My mother had purchased a laptop fairly recently after her desktop clunked out. Ironically, not even a full week later, she had won
another one from a raffle her workplace was holding at the time. So, instead of returning the first one, her solution was to give it to me. As you could imagine, my pubescent mind was running wild at this point. Well, not entirely; most of my time was spent either on Newgrounds or dicking around in MS Paint.
Then
it happened. Or, to be more specific, DeviantArt happened.
I came across the site while browsing through a bunch of Darkstalkers art, another series I was really into; hell, I still am. Anywho, I believe it was a Morrigan picture that led me to it. Once I was there, I spent a good amount of time looking around, until a thought spontaneously popped into my mind: "Hmm, I wonder if there's any Bridget art." Naturally, I looked it up, and there wasn't much that stood out to me. So, I used the next best thing: Google Images.
Needless to say, I got what I was looking for. However, there was a very specific image that caught my attention. In fact, I still remember exactly what it looked like (Sauce at the end.) Keep in mind, I was well aware of what an erection was, and what it entailed. However, this was different. Normally, it would be gone in about 5 minutes. But this one just seemed to stay, no matter what I did. I tried multiple methods, some of which were kind of dumb in hindsight, but rubbing the shaft directly seemed to wield somewhat favorable results. As much as it helped, it wasn't quite enough to solve the issue. I needed something more... slippery.
Conveniently, my mother had a jar of cholesterol under the bathroom sink. Maybe that would work? (Spoiler: Yes. Yes it did.)
So, with my dick in my cholesterol coated hand, and that image pulled up on my screen, I went back at it. And the rest, as they say, is history.
I wouldn't discover the truth for another 2 years after that.
(The prime suspect:
gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4669 )