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touchmylawnmower:

Ronald balked, jaw dropping. No. There was no way this was happening. Eric was his best friend, how could he not recognize him?!

“Eric! ‘S me!” He protested, looking disgusted. “Ronnie! Somethin’s gone wrong!”
 

Ronald’s eyes went wide as saucers. Eric was kissing him. Eric. His best mate. It was scratchy. Eric’s lips were rough.

In that instant, Ronald’s body was suddenly returned to normal. No breasts or other lady-parts to be found, his hair returned to his proper length. But his lips were still pressed against Eric’s. He couldn’t move. He was frozen in disgust.

At first, Eric didn’t know the change. He pressed a hand to Ronald’s cheek and cupped it. The ‘woman’s’ lips weren’t as soft as he’d expected. He deepened the kiss with closed eyes. His free hand moved down from the shoulder that felt oddly broad and slowly worked toward her chest. 

But there was nothing there. It felt flat. Muscular. Male. 

His eyes snapped open and he pushed back in disgust. “Gach!” He screeched with wide eyes. His lips curled back and bared his teeth. “Wha’ the hell!? Yer… yer– Wha’ the hell, man?!”