Ask further

Alex obviously has something in mind for getting his ex off his back once and for all. And considering you owe him a little, you figure at least asking about it won’t hurt.

“Alright, I’m curious. What’s this whole ‘plan’ you were talking about earlier? You gonna ask me to pretend to be your new girlfriend or something? Take me out on a romantic date to really drive the point home for your crazy ex?”

Part of you almost wants to experience a date from a girl’s point of view. It’d help you get used to the new body, after all. Plus if you’re gonna help Alex, you figure you can mooch off of him while you do it.

Turns out your suspicions are right. Well, half right.

Alex lets out another embarrassed sigh. “Well...shit. Yes and no. ‘Yes’ in that I do kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Don’t worry; the most I’ll ask you to do is hold hands or hug or something like that. Maybe a kiss on the cheek if Amanda starts getting real suspicious.”

“Thanks, dude. I dunno if I could kiss you on those dirty-ass lips of yours,” you add with a smile.

“Not helping,” Alex irritatedly replies before continuing on. “The catch is that...Amanda really likes fighting other girls. Specifically wrestling. When we were together she’d always challenge any girls she thought were looking me funny to a wrestling match. Most girls thought she was pretty crazy and just ignored her. Though there was this one time at a pool party where she wrestled another girl in a bikini, so that was kinda hot...”

You quickly cut in before Alex can start reminiscing. “So...what’s Amanda’s build right now? If I am gonna wrestle her, and that’s a big if, I probably need to know how tough she is.”

You were partially lying about the ‘if’ part. You couldn’t deny that wrestling incredibly turned you on; the benefit that it didn’t involve any fucking certainly helped stave off your growing lust as well. Plus maybe this time you could be on the dominanting end for once, instead of the one getting dominated.

Hopefully.

Alex merely shrugs. “Kinda like your build now, but with less T&A, if you know what I mean...”

“So my height, less than my weight in the things that matter. Got it,” you say with a chuckle. “Glad to know I’m at least hotter than her...”

“So will you help?” Alex looks at you pleadingly. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. This is a crazy plan and I dunno how Amanda’s gonna react when she sees you. Or me, for that matter. If you wanna do something else besides go over to Amanda’s apartment and possibly wrestle her, just say the word.”