A quiet ride.

The car was silent as Steve rolled down the road towards Liz’s. Usually you could chat up a storm with Max, but with Jon and Steve here (and as “Brooke”), you were a bit tongue-tied. Besides, your thoughts were filled with Max hugging you at the station, the emotions you felt creeping back. You wanted to cast them away, but they were still too fresh... Neither could you ignore the feeling below, of your lower region pulsing with need. You carefully shift your legs, desperately trying to quell the growing sensation before it gets unbearable.

You look to Max and are relieved to see him leaning against the door with his eyes closed, unaware of your agitated state. You wonder why Max didn’t have a girlfriend yet? He was so kind, so sweet, but for some reason none of the girls ever hooked up with him. You might even hook up with him if you were actually a girl… you’re the best of friends already, so would it be all that different? Well, there would be the sex… Your eyes drift down his body, admiring his lean physique, his-

You rip your gaze away, aware you’re succumbing to the pill’s effects again. And now, the pounding desire between your legs was even more intense. Chest heaving and breaths ragged you lean your head back, closing your eyes.

Calm down. You need to think of anything but sex - you’ll be safe soon enough. you try and remind yourself.

You eventually open your eyes, but catch sight of the rear-view mirror: Steve was watching you. He looks back to the road, but he was definitely watching you. You keep your eyes on the mirror, waiting for him to look back at you, but he continues to drive.

He had been such a thorn in your side for as long as you have gone to school with him: Shoving you around, spreading rumors to embarrass you, being friends with the girls you like… why did they tolerate him? What was his secret? Everything he was and is made your blood boil… at least, it did…

As you see him now, you find yourself wondering how things would be if you had always been a girl: would you still be his target of ridicule? Would he try flirting with you when you passed in the halls instead of shoulder checking you? Perhaps you’d be looking forward to him showing up to slumber parties if you had grown up with Liz, Alicia and them. You don’t know what he’s like without you around, save for the past 15 minutes… but maybe he was just having a bad night… And that still wouldn’t give any insight into how he is with a woman. Maybe the two of you could-

“Brooke.”

Your heart almost jumps into your throat, Steve’s voice breaking the silence,

“Y-yes?” you manage to squeak out.

“You alright? You need me to pull over or anything?”

“N-no! I’m fine. Just… fine…”

You can see Steve shrug as he turns his attention back to the empty road. Did he notice you getting worked up…!?

You look down and out the window, trying desperately not to look at the mirror again. All that and you’d thought you’d have at least been distracted enough to calm down, but you can still sense that same tension below.

Fortunately, you were starting to recognize some of the streets, meaning you were almost to Liz’s! Only thing, was that you would then have to ride alone with Steve and manage to avoid Liz and Alicia until you left… You really hope you could think of some excuse - any excuse - to possibly get Max to drive you. At least he’d had a chance of keeping your secret…