For what should have been a simple image, for some reason this took all day to do, and came out looking like ass ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Ah well.

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The date was a strange arrangement. Nathan, his roommate, had planned the itinerary, and even transferred the money for the meal straight to his account. Liam quickly realized he was little more than a prop: an arm for his roommate to wrap his feminine body around, a clammy hand for Nathan to slip his into. He offered the occasional, scripted mumble of affirmation, but mostly existed as a target for Nathan to practice his feminine charms upon, and a means for Nathan to bestow gifts of jewellery and lingerie upon himself.

They rounded out the evening with a chaste, fumbling kiss on the cheek.

By morning, the SheLixir had worn off. Nathan was back to his original gender, as if nothing had happened. They spoke of neither the date nor the rent again, and Liam assumed the price for wiping away the debt was to forget the night had ever happened.

A month of failed job searches later, the rent was due again. The doorbell rang. A moment later, Liam burst into the living room.

"Nathan, do you want to explain why there's an old man growing tits on our doorstep?" he shouted.

Nathan didn't look up, counting a thick stack of twenties on the couch. "That's Walter. I presume he's getting changed for your date."

"My what?!"

"The date. The one he's been planning all week, ever since I told him what great boyfriend material you are. He's been very excited for it. He's requested the same experience I had, only with a few extras."

Liam gawked. “That date was awful. It was the most awkward night of my life.”

"Exactly!" Nathan beamed. "It was so authentic. The clumsiness of teenage romance. What man wouldn't want to feel the nervousness of young love all over again, except from the other side? That's the sort of genuine boyfriend experience that the clients are looking for. "

Liam took a moment to process that word. "Clients?"

"Well, yeah."

"You're pimping me out?!"

Nathan shrugged. “Well, that depends. Do you have the rent?”