Bills mouth dropped to the floor as he stood in the doorway to his steam filled bathroom. There, completely
naked and dripping with water was his best friend since high school, Hank Hill. Tiny beads of water were
rolling down all over his body, a body Bill had not seen naked since football locker room in high school, and
even then hank had always covered himself with a towel. His body was not at all what one would call bad, he
had put on a few extra pounds since high school, and had a defined farmers tan, but everyone in Texas had one
of those.
A small set of pecs covered in a thin layer of fat rested over a stomach that protruded ever so slightly and
unlike Bill, Hank was for the most part hairless. Except for his armpits and a small crop of hair that
surrounded his modest equipment, nothing to be ashamed of, but nothing to write home about either.
"Bill! Why didn't you knock." His naked friend exclaimed "You could have walked in on me....doing my business."Hank blushed a little and reached for a towel, beginning to dry his body. Bills head was spinning,
why was Hank in his shower? Why didn't he seem to mind standing stark naked in front of him, the Hank he
always knew was prudishly modest.
"Well, i guess its ok, on account of its your birthday." Hank stated as he passed Bill in the doorway, running
his hand along Bills ample, wife beater covered stomach. He walked down the hall and into Bills bedroom with
Bill still standing, completely bemused in the Hall way.
"What in the.." Bill muttered looking down and pinching himself, checking for any sign that this was some sort
of dream. When he did look down he noticed two things, he had a gold band around his left ring finger, and was
sporting a raging hard on in his heart spotted boxers.