Liam suggests giving his pussy what it wants

It was Liam who finally suggested the inevitable. We were sitting in my room late one night, the air thick with unspoken fear, the note from the curse lying on my desk like a malevolent oracle.

“Ethan,” Liam said quietly, his voice heavy. “This... this isn’t sustainable. You can’t hide forever. And this urge thing... it’s tearing you apart. Maybe... maybe the only way to understand this, to fight it, is to... to see what happens. If you... you know.”

I stared at him, my blood running cold. “You mean... have sex?” The words felt like poison on my tongue. “Liam, the note said the changes would deepen! I could become... more like this! Or worse!”

“I know, I know,” he said quickly, running a hand through his own messy hair. “But what if... what if it’s a bluff? What if facing it is the only way to break it? Or what if... what if understanding the progression gives us a clue about how to reverse it?” His logic was ****, flawed, I knew it. But so was our situation.

“And who,” I asked, my voice a dry whisper, “am I supposed to have sex with, Liam? Even if I wanted to, which I absolutely fucking do not, who would...?”

He looked at me then, his gaze steady, his expression a mixture of fear, loyalty, and a strange, hesitant resolve. “Me,” he said softly. “If... if you think it would help. If you... if you want to. I’ll do it, Ethan. To help you. As a friend.”

The air crackled between us. The urge, which had been a dull, manageable ache for the past hour, flared violently, clawing at my insides, screaming for release. Liam. My best friend. Offering himself to me. To this... cursed, feminized version of me. My body trembled. My breath hitched. The need was overwhelming, a tidal wave threatening to drown my last vestiges of resistance. He was so close. So male. So... available.

“Liam...” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Are you... are you sure?”

He nodded, his own face pale, his eyes wide with a mixture of trepidation and a strange, almost clinical curiosity. “Yeah, Ethan. I’m sure. If this is what it takes...”

He leaned closer. My senses swam. The scent of him, familiar, masculine. The warmth radiating from his body. The sight of his lips, his throat, the subtle pulse beating there...