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— Dude, you've got an amazing ass, — Alex said, laughing uncontrollably and holding onto the tequila bottle.
Sam, swaying and barely able to stay on his knees on the couch, glanced at him over his shoulder and adjusted the top of his swimsuit. Seeing this, Alex burst into even louder laughter.
— You like it, huh? — He winked, playfully thrusting his hip out and slapping it with a loud smack. — Revenge, huh? Dirty bitch.
— Hey, you started it, — Alex muttered, hiccupping and almost dropping the bottle. He was struggling to focus, still laughing like a maniac. — If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have turned you into a woman!
— I just turned you into a little chick by accident, you drunk bastard, — Sam chuckled, slouching on the couch.
— Alright, Miss "accident," — Alex smirked, holding the bottle in front of Sam. — Accident, huh? — he grinned, stretching his thin arm out, but the bottle immediately slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. Laughing, he leaned down to pick it up, and suddenly felt his chest... softly fall forward with him, almost spilling out of the top of his swimsuit. — Damn... these things are really in the way! How do you deal with this, Sam?
Sam, still lounging casually, arched his back on the couch and leaned against the backrest, laughing.
— You get used to it, girl, — he replied with a slight rasp, swaying his hip. — Actually, it's... an interesting experience, so to speak. Not how I imagined my Friday night, but whatever.
They both burst out laughing again, whether from drunken courage or from realizing how absurd the situation was.
— Alright, where's that thing... — Alex tried to focus and look around for the remote, feeling how his new high-pitched voice sounded ridiculous and strange. — We need to get back to normal, before...
— Before what? — Sam leaned back on the couch and reached for the bottle. Alex laughed, but his mind began to flash through snippets of the past few hours — how the hell did they end up in this ridiculous situation?
A few hours ago...