Luke hides and hopes whoever it is goes away.

Luke's heart pounded in his chest as he heard the noise outside his door. He quickly grabbed his clothes, his body still trembling with unspent desire. He looked around his room, his eyes landing on his bed. It was the only place he could hide.

He dropped to the floor, his new breasts pressing against the cold hardwood as he slid underneath the bed. He could hear footsteps approaching, the sound of someone knocking on his door. He held his breath, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Luke? Are you in there?" came the muffled voice of Jenny, his best friend. Luke could hear the concern in her voice, the slight tremor that betrayed her feelings for him. He knew she had a crush on him, had known for a while now, but he had never acted on it. He had never wanted to risk their friendship.

But now, as he lay under his bed, his body still humming with desire, he couldn't help but think about her. About what it would be like to be with her, to touch her, to kiss her. He could feel his cock hardening again, the thought of Jenny sending a fresh wave of lust coursing through him.

He heard the doorknob rattle, heard Jenny's soft sigh as she realized the door was locked. He let out a silent breath, his body relaxing slightly. He thought she would leave, would give up and walk away. But she didn't.

Instead, he heard the sound of her body sliding down the door, heard her soft voice as she spoke to him. "Luke, I know you're in there. I can hear you. Please, just talk to me. I'm worried about you."

Luke bit his lip, his hand snaking up to cup his breast. He could feel the softness of his skin, the hardness of his nipple. He began to massage himself, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his thumb circling the hardened peak. He could feel the pleasure building, the heat spreading through him.

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with images of Jenny. He imagined her lying next to him, her hands exploring his body, her lips pressed against his. He imagined her touching him, her fingers slipping inside him, her tongue circling his clit.

He let out a soft moan, his body writhing beneath the bed. He could hear Jenny's sharp intake of breath, could hear her shifting outside the door. He knew she had heard him, knew she was listening. But he couldn't stop. He was too far gone, too lost in his desire.

He slipped his other hand between his legs, his fingers finding the wetness that was already there. He began to stroke himself, his fingers moving in time with the movements of his hand on his breast. He could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coursing through him.

He came with a soft cry, his body convulsing beneath the bed. He could hear Jenny's gasp, could hear her scrambling to her feet. He lay there, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his mind still filled with thoughts of her.

He heard her footsteps retreating, heard the sound of her running down the hall. He knew he had scared her, knew he had pushed her away. But he also knew that he couldn't face her, not like this, not with his body still humming with desire, not with the taste of her still on his lips.

{What does Luke do next?}

Option 1 - Luke stays hidden until he hears Jenny leave the house.

Option 2 - Luke quickly changes back and goes after Jenny to explain.