You tell her.

You try to summon a smile but your lip refuses. “Why are you doing this? You don’t have to pretend you know. I thought it was weird you all just went along with it. Like you didn’t know. Like you liked me. But this is just mean.” Barely audible you add, “Bitch.”

She looks both slapped and confused, “What are you talking about? What did I do? Pretend, pretend what? I’m not pretending, you are exactly my type. I think you are fucking gorgeous. If I gave off another vibe it’s because I’m nervous as hell just being in the same room as you. If I said something wrong I’m sorry. Why would you think I’m messing with you? What’s wrong?” She uses her thumb to wipe away a tear on your cheek. “Tell me what I did wrong.”

The silence hangs for long enough, it gets painful. “So you don’t actually know?”

“Know what?”

“That I’m a boy.”

Her eyes widen. “Bullshit. I don’t believe it.” Her mouth hangs open for a moment in silence, “Oh fuck. Sorry. You are serious. I. I don’t mean I don’t believe you, just that I don’t believe it. You know? Fuck I sound like a total bitch. Now I am being mean. Fuck. How? I mean. Awe fuck it.” She finally stops talking by grabbing your head and locking her lips with yours. You try to say something and her tongue slides in. She tastes amazing. The kiss melts your fear and anxiety. The room fades till there is only the kiss. There is the slightest tickle on your cock. She breaks the kiss. “Sorry I just really had to feel it. I know it was stupid. I probably shouldn’t have. Can we go back to kissing now?” She is smiling.

Well? Are you mad?

Happy?

Kiss her back?

Run away?