You decided to tell Max, not sure how your mom and sister would take it, they don't really know about your feminine side; though you do sometimes suspect that your sister knows a lot more then she is telling.
Getting some socks on, you pull out a pair of shoes that might have fit at one time, but were now several sizes to big. Looking at your feet, you figure that you would probably wear a size one in woman's. Feeling kind of giddy, liking the way the dress brushes against your crotch, you grab the box of drinks and set out for Max's apartment.
A ten minute walk finds you outside the apartment complex that Max lives at. Letting yourself in, you head up to the fifth floor and knock on your friends door.
When he finally opens the door, you realize how strange this might look, but decide to press on. Max handles the whole situation very well and complements you on what a beautiful woman you have become. You blush in response, mostly because of the fact that you are really turned on by your best friend.
After showing him the bottles of fruit drinks, you both sit and talk about what you should do. Should you try and trace the package. Should you call the company? Before any answer can be given, you find yourself leaning over and kissing Max and he is returning that kiss.
His hand slowly slides up your blouse and massage your left breast. Scooting over, you sit in his lap, feeling a pressing bulge from his pants pressing into you. Briefly you realize that you don't want to go back to being male and then you are lost in the moment as he picks up your lithe frame and carries you too the bedroom; the three bottles of juice sit forgotten on the dining room table
Inside the bedroom, he lays you down on the bed. Still kissing you, he fumbles with his pants. As he removes both his underwear and pants, he somehow manages to slide a condom onto his erect penis. Lifting your dress, he begins to finger first your clitoris and then your vagina. Pushing him gently away, you shift until first your dress and then your blouse come off. Spreading your legs, you see Max as something more than a friend and invite him in.
Juices flowing, you feel his throbbing cock press against your clitoris and then your vagina. Than his erect penis is inside you and as he presses forward, you instinctively begin to pivot your hips and pelvis to match his movements.
This goes on for a couple of hours and as you both lay panting, hot and sweaty, Max leans over and kisses your sensual lips. Giggling lightly, you stroke his penis and whisper to him that you're going to take a shower. After your second shower, you walk back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body and hair. Max is nowhere to be found. Wondering where he went, you head into the main area of the apartment.
You can hear Max in the kitchen and after a bit, he comes out with a glass of something or other. As you watch him drinking it, you see from your peripheral vision that one of the bottles of fruit juice is missing.
Gasping as you just realized what might have happened; you turn to Max and ask him, "Did you drink one of the fruit drinks I brought over?"
He answers.....