Bret explains what he did

Liam took another swig of his drink, trying to drown the weird flutter in his stomach. Liam tried not to look at his buddy as Bret wouldn't sit still. His legs crossed awkwardly, trying to figure out how to sit comfortably in a skirt, pleats moving in a way that kept catching Liam’s eyes. He shook his head, blaming the **** for the heat creeping up his neck.

"It’s Bret, you idiot," He scolded himself.

I wouldn't be the first time he would need to remind him that night. Without his beard and those stupidly long eyelashes framing his hazel eyes, Bret looked… well, like a woman. Liam coughed into his fist and turned his gaze back to the pool table, **** for a distraction.

Liam needed to fill the silence to keep his thoughts from being weird, “Gotta admit, you’ve got balls. Figuratively, at least.”

“Oh, you can fuck all the way off,” Bret said, crossing his legs the other way, his heeled Mary Jane brushing against Liam's leg. Liam flagged down the bartender, suppressing the shudder that ran through him. But his eyes kept drifting back to look at the schoolgirl. He wondered how the bouncer thought Bret was 16 because all he saw was a beautiful woman, 18 at the youngest.

"God, her lips look so soft?" Liam scrubbed a hand over his face, "Get a grip, man."

“So, uh, how’d you even pull this off?” Liam asked, voice a little too loud, like he was trying to shout over his own thoughts. He gestured vaguely at Bret’s outfit, the white blouse tied up just enough to show a sliver of midriff, the knee-high socks that made her legs look...

"Nope, stop it. It's Bret for fuck's sake," He screamed in his head.

Bret groaned, clamping his thighs closed again, “Borrowed it from my sister. She thought it was hilarious. Took me twenty minutes to figure out how to walk in these damn shoes without eating shit.”

Liam **** himself to laugh but none of it was funny. Bret explained how long it took to shave everything as Liam tried to ignore the image of this woman slowly shaving her legs bending in a feminine arch like she was expecting to get lucky that night. Bret went on to describe looking up online how to simulate cleavage with gaff tape.

"I still can't believe how real they look," Bret said as he swiveled to face Liam, "Dude, look at this shit."