You sit down with Paul to eat

Paul is eating when you walk out, “There’s a plate for you on the counter, butter and syrup is there too.”

You feel his gaze linger on you as you walk into the kitchen but you honestly find it flattering.

“Thanks Paul this is very kind of you, I definitely needed this.” As you fix your plate and sit down at the kitchen table with him.

“I bet, you tied one on last night. Maybe stay away from Tequila for the time being,” He teases.

“I had a lot of fun, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was on my best behavior.” You playfully reply.

“I don’t know if that’s true, when I carried you to bed, you were asking for some pretty naughty things,” he says thru his smile.

You don’t even try to hide your blushing cheeks, burning with embarrassment. Pushing a strand of wet hair behind your head, you sheepishly ask, “oh, like…like what.”

“You kept trying to take my dick out, saying you just want to…”

“STOP,” you interrupt, “I don’t want to know.”

He shakes his head and chuckles to himself, “It’s fine Erin. We didn’t do anything, besides I took it as a compliment.”

That soothes the sting of shame slightly, “sorry, being in this new body, which you tricked me into I might remind you, has got me really confused, about a lot of things, especially you.” You meet his eyes and the silence stretches out with your confession.

“Bear with me if I get a little excited okay.”

He nods ,”uh Erin, your towel is falling.”

Blushing, you cover your exposed tits, “Jesus, Thanks Paul, how they looking, good right?”

His face flushes, “They’re perfect”

“Fucking Casanova over here,” you smile, “ but that’s the thing, that’s got me so confused. Erin with an ‘E’ is beautiful, like look at me” you stand up, turning so he can see, “but I’m Aaron with an “A”, in my head. The disconnect is fucking with me.” You take a deep breath, “And don’t let this make it weird and don’t let it go to your head but my feelings regarding you are all over the place. I mean, last night, I made a pass at you.” You pause not knowing what else to say.

Paul looks at you and there’s a sincerity on his face you find reassuring, “ Hey, I’m sure it’s really weird, but you’re my friend, my very stunning friend (you smile) but my best friend. Just let me know what’s going on, I have no expectations other than you accompanying me as my ‘girlfriend’ .” He takes a drink of his coffee, “ But I am flattered Erin, I can’t deny that I think you’re really attractive.” He touches your knee, “ I don’t know what kinda can of worms it’ll open, but I’m not closing the door either. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah it does, I like that, I won’t ‘close the door’ either, thanks Paul.” You kiss him on the cheek as you get up and put your dish in the sink.

“I’ll be ready in a little bit, thanks for breakfast again