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Part 2
— Not a girl? What do you mean, not a girl? I’ve got… — Chet hesitated, his face flushing, but this time not with anger; it was something new, a shame he’d never felt before. — I’ve got everything a girl has.
Eric snorted, looking away.
— Come on, stop it. You’re… well, you’re still you. I mean, this whole body — it’s just some kind of magic, an illusion. There’s no “girl” here. — He shook his head, avoiding Chet’s gaze. — I can’t take you seriously like this, Chet. I can’t see you… as a woman.
Chet froze, stunned by those words. His mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts: shame, humiliation, a strange, almost painful realization of his own powerlessness, and anger.
Unable to hold back, Chet suddenly squeezed his own chest, his small hands pressing into the soft flesh, feeling his nipples harden under his touch.
— These are tits, nerd! You get that?! — he nearly shouted, and Eric quickly averted his eyes in embarrassment. Furious, Chet grabbed Eric’s hand and, before he could pull away, pressed it to his chest. He was as shocked by his own boldness as Eric was, but after a week of feeling helpless, stuck in this girl’s body under Eric’s nose, his frustration had reached a boiling point.
— Feel that? You still think it’s an illusion? — he spat out, his face flushed with both anger and something else he couldn’t even understand.
For a moment, they both froze, staring into each other’s eyes. The world seemed to stop, as if this strange forest, the curse, the ridiculous situation — all of it had disappeared. Chet felt his breathing quicken, shallow and uneven, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. A surprising warmth spread through his body, his knees shaking, pulse racing somewhere high in his throat. It was unbearably strange, confusing, and, strangely, inexplicably pleasant. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself together, but his legs were buckling, trembling as if they were no longer his own.
Eric’s fingers involuntarily squeezed on Chet’s soft, warm chest, feeling the hardened nipple pushing desperately against his touch.
— Ah! — A sweet, soft, much-too-high, much-too-feminine sound escaped from Chet’s throat, as if this somehow brought him pleasure, making his face flush even deeper, as if his whole body was on fire. Chet suddenly noticed his lips were slightly parted, felt his mouth filling with saliva, and a thin trail slipping over his lip.
Time seemed to freeze. Eric, as if snapping out of a trance, suddenly pulled his hand back, making Chet stumble and drop to his knees, unable to keep steady on his trembling legs. He was breathing heavily, gasping as if he’d just run a marathon. Between his legs, he felt both warmth and a strange heat, as though his heart had relocated there, pulsing in rhythm with his body. Each heartbeat brought an intense, almost foreign yet undeniably his own desire, bright and nearly painful, surging through him. Instinctively, he pressed his thighs together, barely stifling another moan that threatened to slip from his lips.