Love?

I snuck out of his apartment in the morning. As I stood at home in the shower, still in my female body, I didn't know what to do. I was soo confused. It was all supposed to be a joke. A prank on my best friend, but now... I... I had slept with him. And it was... well it was good. It had felt right. Oh fuck, I was soo screwed. He was never gonna talk to me again.

The next few days were horrible. He kept telling me about his dream girl, and she kept putting off the fourth date. He wanted to invite her over to his place for dinner, but she was being evasive. He was soo scared that he might have scared her off. It was late in the evening, and Andrew came over. We were gonna make pizza, and watch a movie. The whole night was awkward. I wanted to sit closer to him and had to **** myself not to. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his touch, to... oh my god... I was in love with Andrew. What had I done? I was gonna have to end this one way or another. As discreetly as I could I messaged him in the app. I would come over for dinner, and then I would have to come clean. He would probably hate me forever, but I couldn't keep doing this.

He left that night in a good mood. He shared happily the news of his next date. How special this girl was, and how in love he was. When I closed the door behind him I started crying.