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Even though Rick now looked like some Instagram chick, the pose he/she had flopped into on the couch was totally him: theatrically ridiculous, arms thrown back, tongue sticking out like an idiot. He/she crashed next to Ralph and Alex suddenly and in that typical Rick way, continuing this imaginary photo shoot that was getting weirder and weirder.

— Oh blah-blah-blah, I'm a dumb bitch, I just love fucking guys and taking pics for my stupid followers! — Rick yelled in a cartoonish voice, rolling his eyes even harder while Mason dutifully kept snapping photos of him/her.

— Fuck… — Ralph, the one in the baseball cap, swallowed hard, instinctively lifting his legs before that moment, pretending to mimic Rick’s exaggerated poses, but really trying to hide the growing stiffness between his legs, which was only getting worse the longer Rick lay next to him. — This is getting kinda weird now.

— Ha! What's weird about it? — Rick clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes again, still clutching his tits. — It's just a photoshoot, come on. Like, for the story, right? “The day we got visited by a dumb wet bitch.”

Alex felt even more uncomfortable hearing that. It was like he suddenly became hyper-aware of how Rick’s smooth, soft skin was pressed against his body, how her long hair tickled his arm — relaxed just a minute ago, now tense. He had to shift his legs in his shorts, pressing them together — like that could somehow hide the awkwardness forming right under the fabric.

— For... uh… what? — Alex stammered, blushing like a tomato, staring off into the distance, frozen in place.

Rick burst out laughing, cheerful and almost manic, dropping his legs and resting the back of his head on Alex’s arm, making him nearly flinch.

— For our story, Alex! — Rick stretched out the words, staring at the ceiling, still sprawled in that new, almost parodic, feminine pose.

A tense silence fell.

Ralph stopped moving his legs, like he’d turned to stone. His eyes went from Rick’s tits — lingering a moment, almost mesmerized by the soft curve under the thin top — to his friend’s face, to that (her?) weird mix of smug grin and raw excitement.

— You do get that you’re… like, you’re actually a chick now, right? — he finally said, his voice cracking.

Rick turned his head and looked at Ralph with exaggerated shock, like he’d just been accused of murdering a guinea pig. Then he raised his eyebrows and squinted, whispering stupidly:...(full story (10 000 characters) is open to subscribers)