Yes I did.

The answer hung in the air for a moment as Cole waited for Adrian to re—

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN!” Adrian shouted enraged. Womanly voice or not, it was blazing with fury.

Instinctively cowering, Cole angled his body to make himself a smaller target. “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry man, I bought it for me, I swear, I SWEAR,” Cole explained. “I promise the pill was meant for me but you took the water and I couldn’t warn you in time.”

“Then you should’ve tried HARDER!!! I had plans this week! C’mon you know how many days I get off ever, let alone in a row! Fuck man,” Adrian said before adding nervously, “Is this…is this shit permanent?”

“No! No no no, it’s just supposed to last a few days,” Cole replied, trying to reassure his friend.

Shaking his head and then brushing his new hair out of his face, “Few days is kind of vague, I need an exact goddamn number.” Adrian stated as he wagged his pointer finger in Cole’s face, inadvertently causing his new tits to jiggle.

“Five days, Jesus. It’s five days.” Cole answered, doing his best not to be distracted.

“Great so most of the fucking break, hijueputa,” Adrian responded, slipping into his native Spanish. “You owe me, you know that?! This whole break, you’re covering everything. Drinks, food, groceries. All you.”

“Of course, but like every—“

“Everything.”

Cole sighed reluctantly, it was his screw up after all, only fair for him to be there for his friend.

“You going to kill me?” Cole asked hesitantly.

“I might,” Adrian shot back. Seeing his friend’s genuine distress made him realize that Cole wasn’t lying and this all had been a tragic accident. Breathing out hard to calm down, “…I might not if breakfast gets DoorDashed.”

Cole’s face brightened at his friend’s quip and the tension gave way to chuckles of relief from both of them. As Cole went to grab his phone, Adrian finally picked up on what Cole actually said: the pills were for him.