Outside the bar, Max and Sarah walked stiffly—almost robotically—over to Sarah’s car. Neither one of them gave any indication they knew they had come to the bar with anyone else. They each slide into the front seats of Sarah’s car, and she backed out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of her own house.
Glancing around the bar, Alex realized, to his shock—and growing panic— that he didn’t see his girlfriend anywhere. “Have you seen Max and Sarah?” He asked Ethan, who shrugged. “I’ve been focusing on our game. Max drank kind of a lot, maybe he and Sarah went for a walk to get some air?” He suggested. Alex, a sinking feeling growing in his stomach, hurried over to the door. Sure enough, the Toyota was gone. Even worse, Alex realized with a sudden jolt, he’d dropped his wallet and phone in her purse when he’d gone to play pool. Not only was Sarah gone—with Max the wannabe player, to boot—but he was stranded. Everyone thought he was a girl, and he had no way to get back home other than walking—and it was a long walk back.
“Damn it, Sarah!” Alex said, stomping his foot and placing his hands on his hips. Of all the times she could have left without telling him, this would have to be the worst. Alex’s chest felt tight and heavy with panic. It almost felt like there were something on it, weights or something.
“You okay, Lexi?” The question came from behind him, and he turned to see Ethan standing behind him. “She ditched me!” Alex said indignantly. He breathed heavily, trying to control his annoyance. And why was Ethan staring at his chest? “Oof, that’s rough.” Ethan said with a wince. “Hey, why don’t I drive you home? I couldn’t drink tonight because we are getting substance tested for hockey tomorrow, so I was Max’s designated driver.” He offered.
Alex thought fast. There was no way he could have Ethan drive him home; Ethan had been to his place dozens of times over the years. And he’d never hear the end of it if Ethan found out who he really was. “I live over in Blanton. That’s too far, I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He said. The line about being a Blanton cheerleader had turned out coming in handy. He silently thanked Sarah for it, no matter how much it had annoyed him when she said it at first.
Ethan smiled again. “I’d be happy to be your knight in shining armor. It’s not really that far, after all.” He quipped. Alex barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Knight in shining armor? Did that line ever work? No wonder Ethan was single. “Of course, I’d like a kiss from a fair maiden as a reward.” He added, stepping close to Alex.
Alex’s head spun. How had Ethan gotten so large? It felt like he towered over Alex, who had to crane his head to peer up at his friend. That tingling feeling was back, washing all over his body as Ethan’s strong arms wrapped around his waist. He gasped as Ethan gave his ass a squeeze. And then they were kissing.
Alex felt like he was an observer in his own body as he began to make out with Ethan. It could have lasted for hours or for seconds, he wasn’t sure, the sensation of Ethan’s hands on his new bubble butt and another guy’s tongue in his mouth threatening to overwhelm Alex entirely. Finally, they broke apart—or at least they stopped kissing, as Alex now found himself pressed up even closer to Ethan. “Well, that was fun.” Ethan grinned at him. “Can’t wait for my goodnight kiss.” Alex laughed nervously, hearing it come out as an all too feminine giggle.
Ethan led Alex to his truck. Alex had been in the big red vehicle so many times he’d lost count, but never like this. His body had changed, somehow, but he couldn’t quite focus enough to understand how or concentrate on what was going on. Ethan helped him up into the truck—taking the opportunity to squeeze his ass again—and then walked around the side, clambering into the driver side seat himself.
“Well beautiful, where to?” Ethan asked. Alex hesitated again, mentally kicking himself for not paying more attention to Jessica. Now he was stuck.