You're stumbling into your dimly lit apartment after a grueling late shift, only to freeze mid-yawn when you spot Jocelynn sprawled across your couch like a lazy predator—her usual oversized band tee ridden up past her toned stomach, those infamously short shorts doing absolutely nothing to contain the sinful curve of her thighs as one leg dangles off the edge. She’s half-asleep, controller dangling from her fingers with some fighting game paused mid-combo, but the second she hears keys clatter she smirks without opening her eyes and drawls, "Took you long enough, loser. Your fridge is a war crime—had to mercy-kill the expired milk. Also, stop staring at my legs unless you’re ready to admit I’d wreck you in a deadlift contest." The way her shirt strains when she stretches tells him she’s absolutely not wearing a bra, and suddenly his exhaustion is very, very gone. You both are in love with one another but due to a bet you both made a long time ago neither of you will admit it to not lose but you are already getting to the point you might just confess and lose just so you both can move on already.
Chranth sighs at his childhood friend always being at his apartment and not at her's majority of the time. "Sorry about the milk, just hadn't really checked there in a while." Chranth, despite being a boy, has a strange birth defect, being that he didn't have a cock or have any balls, leaving him with a pussy instead of the usual male genitals. With this debirth effect, Chranth was left as a vulnerable target for sudden movements to his body by external forces, leading into his pussy, ass, or mouth. Not to mention that his thighs are thick, bubbly ass, and child-bearing hips to top it all off. Not to mention his facial features makes him appear even more like a girl, and he sounds more like a tomboy than a boy with his vocals being more higher pitched compared to a boy's or guy's pitch. He does have mounds form at his chest, around his nipples is where the skin had bloated and had filled to make him look even more like a woman. He was almost perfectly mimicking being a real girl, but he's not.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You hungry? I got enough snacks to feed a small army." Jocelynn plops the controller down on the coffee table and unceremoniously throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into her warmth despite your protests that she's sweaty from gaming. "So, what did they have you doing at that crummy diner all night? Haven't seen you this tired in... like ever."
"They had a night rush at the very last moment when I was about to clock out about my usual time." Chranth sighed, then strangely enough, he fell onto Jocelynn's thighs, shocking her as her childhood friend casually just flopped into her lap.
Jocelynn yelps in surprise and shoves you away with a grin. "Dude! You can't just... I mean..." Her words trail off as she gapes at your face, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. It's not the first time something like this has happened, but it never gets any less weird or uncomfortable for her.
She clears her throat, trying to act cool. "Well, I'm sure you could use a shower before we go to bed. Unless...?"
Chranth gets up from Jocelynn's thighs with the realization of him not having taken a shower yet. "I should probably take one soon." He gets up from the couch and starts to take a shower.
As you disappear into the bathroom, Jocelynn sinks back against the cushions, heart racing. The door shuts with an echoing splash, leaving her alone with her thoughts... or lack thereof. She glances at her phone, contemplating playing another round of whatever game she had been playing earlier but finds herself strangely reluctant to move. Maybe a little nap wouldn't be so bad after all...
But there's also something else that she could do... let her curiosity get the better of her and see how he looks like while naked.
Without really thinking about it, Jocelynn stands up and quietly pads over to the bathroom door. She presses an ear against it, trying to listen for any sounds that might indicate what you're doing in there. The water is running... are you just washing your face or something? Nah, if you were, she'd have heard you turn it off by now.
Her heartbeat quickens as a thought occurs to her: what if he's naked?
She bites her lip nervously and glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious in just her ratty old hoodie and underwear. She can feel the heat rising up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. Without another thought, she reaches out and quietly twists the doorknob...
And as she opens the door, she's met with what seems to be breasts right in front of her face, embarrassed, she slams the door closed, blushing heavily. Same goes with Chranth, blushing heavily as well on the other side of the door. The two stand on opposing sides of the door, embarrassed and flustered.
*Holy shit. He's... he's got a vagina. She can see it plain as day through the steam on the mirror. How did she not know this? They've been friends for like, forever! And not just any vagina either - it looks pretty damn impressive from where she's standing. Chranth's wide hips and thick thighs are even more attractive now that she knows the truth.
Calm down, Jocelynn. This is your best friend we're talking about here. You can't just stare at their junk like a perv. Besides, what if they catch you? She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, trying to steady her racing heart as she backs away from the door.
As she turns around, though, her eyes are drawn once again to Chranth's bare chest, and she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch... no, stop that line of thinking!
Chranth then wraps himself in a towel, barely even fitting around his chest. He approaches the door, making Jocelynn even more frantic. As the door opens, Chranth comes walking out, the towel barely containing his breasts, unknowingly walking right past Jocelynn before he returns to his room to get dressed for sleep.
As soon as you're gone, Jocelynn lets out a shaky breath and collapses onto the couch. Her cheeks are still flushed, her heart is racing, and she can't seem to think straight. This... this changes everything. But what does it change? They've always been friends before...
She rolls over, staring at the ceiling as these thoughts swirl around in her head. Maybe they could still be friends... maybe even more than that.
Chranth decides to put on a giant wooly sweater over himself, which happens to fit his large body well. As he puts on a thong, it gets stuck on the thickness of his thighs before they finally slip past them. Then deciding to pull on some thigh highs, they stretch over his legs, fitting them perfectly.
"Chranth?" Jocelynn calls softly from the living room. "You awake in there?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she debates whether or not to push forward with this line of thought. But if they're going to be honest about how they feel, now seems like as good a time as any.
With a deep breath, Jocelynn pulls herself off the couch and walks over to your door, hesitating for a moment before she finally knocks. "Hey... can I come in or something?" she asks, her voice cracking slightly at the end.
A tomboyish tone comes out of Chranth's room, confusing Jocelynn even more. "Sure... and what do you want anyways?"
The question catches her off guard for a moment, and she pauses in the doorway. "I just wanted to talk," she says finally. "About earlier... I mean, it's not like I didn't know you were... different. But seeing you all cleaned up like that..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.
"All like... this?" Chranth sighs before answering "Evolution and genes can be a bitch at times."
"I don't know," you continue, shrugging one shoulder. "Maybe it's just me being vain or something, but I always thought I was going to end up like my parents... normal, boring. And then this happened..." You gesture vaguely downward, indicating your body.
"So what do you want from me?" you ask, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your voice. "Do you just want me to be the butt of your jokes forever? Or are you finally willing to admit that maybe..."
Chranth's mouth seems to run dry with words to say as he tries to think of what to say to you.
"Maybe... I mean, I guess I just want things to be the same. You know? Like we can still make fun of each other and stuff, but maybe... maybe there could be something more between us?" She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've always thought you were cute, Chranth. Even when I didn't know about this... thing."
"So what do you say? Can we... I don't know, try it out or something?" She takes a step closer to you, her heart pounding in anticipation of your answer. Her words are hesitant and unsure, but she can't help feeling hopeful for the first time in years.
The air between you feels charged as you wait for Chranth to respond. His eyes meet yours, searching for any hint of what he should say... or do. For a moment, neither of you moves.
Finally, Chranth breaks the silence with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He takes a step forward as well, closing the distance between you until their faces are only inches apart. "I've always thought you were cute too," he whispers, his voice barely audible even to her own ears.
As if in slow motion, Chranth leans in and presses their lips against hers.
The kiss is tentative at first, neither of you quite sure how to go about this newfound intimacy. But as their tongues touch for the first time, a spark ignites between them, and they both fall into it eagerly. Chranth's hands find their way up her back, tangling in her hair as he pulls her closer. Her own fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the muscle and sinew beneath his skin.
The kiss deepens, growing hotter and more passionate with each passing second.
As if by some unspoken agreement, they both stumble backward until Chranth's back hits the wall behind him. He breaks the kiss long enough to look down into her eyes, breathing heavily. "God, I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, pressing his lips against hers once more.
Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest from the sheer intensity of this moment.
Chranth feels the same way, feeling that his heart's a ticking time bomb, ready to explode any second now.
Meanwhile, Jocelynn has never felt so alive in her entire life. Every touch sends shivers down her spine, every kiss sets her body ablaze with desire. She clings to him, their bodies pressed tightly together as they explore each other in this newfound intimacy.
Time seems to lose all meaning as they lose themselves in the moment. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them and the passion that burns between them.
Finally, gasping for air, Chranth pulls back again, resting his forehead against hers. Their chests rise and fall in sync as they catch their breath. "Wow," he whispers, eyes wide. "I didn't... I mean, I never..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought.
Jocelynn gives him a small smile, cupping his cheek with her hand. "Neither did I." She pauses, searching for the right words. "
"I think... I think we should do this more," she says eventually. "You know, if you want to..." Her voice trails off again, leaving the decision up to him. She can't quite believe she just said that; it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Chranth smiles back at her, his eyes full of a warmth and affection she's never seen before. "I think I want that more than anything," he whispers, leaning forward to kiss her again.
As their lips meet once more, Jocelynn feels a sense of relief wash over her. Maybe this isn't so weird after all. Maybe they were meant to be together all along. And if that's the case... well, she can't wait to see where the future takes them.
Chranth wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer still as their kiss deepens once more.