He's about to find out

The first real test came sooner than I could have imagined. Liam, my best friend since kindergarten, the one person in the world I trusted implicitly, chose that exact moment to barge into my room without knocking, as he always did on Saturday mornings before our usual kickabout in the park.

“Ethan, you lazy sod, you up yet? Sun’s been up for hours, man, let’s go!” His cheerful, familiar voice boomed from the doorway. I froze, still sitting on the edge of my bed, my pajama bottoms pooled around my ankles, my new, terrifying anatomy exposed. My mind screamed. Don’t let him see! Cover yourself!

But before I could react, before I could even process the sheer, overwhelming horror of the situation, Liam was halfway into the room. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening, his jaw dropping, his cheerful grin evaporating like mist. He stared. At my face, softer, prettier. At my shoulders, narrower. At my hips, subtly curved. And then, his gaze dropped lower. To the smooth, undeniably female mound between my legs.

The silence in the room was absolute, suffocating. I could hear the frantic thumping of my own heart, the blood roaring in my ears. Liam’s face went from shocked, to confused, to utterly, profoundly bewildered.

“Ethan?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Mate... what the... what the actual fuck?”

And then, it hit me. The urge. Not an urge I recognized. Not a sexual desire I’d ever experienced. This was different. Primal. Overwhelming. A sudden, shocking, undeniable pull towards Liam. Towards his maleness. A ****, clawing need to be touched by him, to be close to him, to... to...

My breath hitched. My body flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with this new, alien, terrifying compulsion. My eyes locked onto his, and I saw not just my best friend, but... a male. A source. A solution to an ache that had just exploded into being within me.

I wanted him. Right now. More than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.