You run out of the shower, scrambling to find your ringing phone. Hopefully it was that cute guy at the coffee shop, you two spent over an hour talking about the latest Marvel shows, and felt a real connection there. You could feel yourself getting slick from excitement already. 'Ugh,' you scoff when you see the caller ID. Just Maisy. You hang up, walking back to the shower to dry off. You two have been best friends since high school, but lately she’s been freaking out, talking nonsense not only claiming you’ve been dating each other, but that you transformed into a woman overnight! 'Ridiculous,' you brush away your long hair to admire how big your tits pecs have gotten, how much that hourglass figure six-pack’s coming through. All that time at the gym’s really paying off. You didn’t like to brag, but you were an absolute macho man; a far cry from having a girl’s body. But sure, girl, everyone on Earth is wrong and you’re the only one that remembers the truth. You’re just confused as to why she’s been so crazy about this. She was gorgeous, but she knows you’re a straight guy, how could you ever be interested romantically with her? It’s not the 50s anymore; if Maisy was gay(?) she didn’t need to be ashamed about it, and certainly not make up stories to justify it.

You groan. This whole thing was stressing you out; you always hated it when the two of you were fighting. God, you wish Coffee Shop Guy gave you his number instead of the other way around. Oh well, at least you had Miles on the line. Always a bro, you could always count on him for a shoulder to cry on. The fact out of all the friend group he had the biggest dick was just a bonus.