Did we trick ourselves?

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"Stop staring at me, and find my fucking clothes!" I say in a tone 3 straws short of ordering him. 

Zack does a quick move of one of his feet and clothes comes flying across the room. He plays front in our school's football team and I'm not surprised at all about his moves or him showing them off, yet again. 

I catch the clothes mid air, and turn around to get dressed. 

As I got my pants on, I feel his eyes heating up my back. 

"Sorry about that", he says, and I hear the guilt in his voice. 

"You should be!". Fucking asshole blaming me for something that I didn't do on purpose, or even knew that I could do!! 

"No, not that...". The guilt even more audible on his voice. 

What the hell now?! 

I turn around and give him an icy stare, making myself perfectly clear that he better speak up, NOW. 

"What then?!" I question. 

"I'm a bit of a biter..." 

What?!?!?! 

He fucking bit me?!?

I grab the rest of my clothes and head for the bathroom. 

As I check the mirror I see bite marks all over my neck and shoulders, some of them are even quite deep! 

I touch one of them, fascinated that they don't hurt. 

I touch another in fascination. 

Fucking idiot! I'm not a masochist!  

Speaking of the trolls, as they say, he walks straight into the bathroom all of a sudden. 

"For fucks sake! At least give me privacy in the fucking bathroom!" 

"But I need to piss" he says as if it's perfectly natural. 

He lifts the lid, and even though I look away I see him through the mirror. 

Letting his pants fall to the floor and taking out his dick. 

So he was wearing underwear after all. 

And then I feel myself. 

Not my dick growing hard or anything. 

What I feel, and see as I look down, is boobs growing right out of my chest!! 

Oh my fucking God!!! 

I turn for the door quicker than I can blink my eyes and then I run!