TG Caption ~ Illuminating Wish

July was a special month for - all thanks to a peculiar Constellation Festival. Each summer, a crowd of curious and skeptical people would gather by the shore with colorful paper strips in their hands, so small that they almost looked like pieces of sawdust. 

This tradition, as expected, was borrowed from Japanese culture, beloved by many. Specifically, tanzaku - all you need to do is write a wish on a small piece of paper and then hang them on bamboo branches. But actually, “inspired” would probably be a slightly more justified word here, as there was no need to put your wish on full display to many other people anymore - this job was now in the hands of the wind. The palette of wishing strips was also expanded, completely disregarding the symbolism of only five colors of traditional tanzaku. 

“And this must do it,” Nick said with a content smile as his pen circled around the final letter.

Don’t let his excitement fool you, however. Deep inside, the young man was one of the same skeptics who called anyone not willing to believe in “the miracle” childish. This year he was doing it only out of his hollow selfishness - to take revenge on Liam. Who is Liam? Oh, nobody. Just “a punk of a friend who dared to date their shared female friend Julie”. 4 years ago. Yes, days, weeks, months, YEARS worth of grudge were now finding their reflection in a few words on a fragile pink coloured paper strand. Not even the fact that Liam and this girl broke up a few months later could satisfy Nick. For him, the massive damage had already been done. Now he couldn’t care less about the girl, it all morphed into a massive hatred for that one person who had no idea someone religiously loathed them.

As tragic as it was, Nick convinced himself that he never valued the friendship between him and Liam since primary school. Supporting pillar, that's what he was for Liam. And what did he get in return? Sharp knife in the back and a deep wound that never stopped bleeding, ever since he saw Liam’s arm over the girl’s shoulder, their temples nearly touching… So disgusting.

Did the man expect this “method” of revenge to work, however? Who knows. Maybe, he himself was not sure. But there was, frankly, no other way. You see, Liam is huge - almost a stereotypical high school bully with muscles instead of brains, but Nick? As skinny as ever; thin arms, weak shoulders, and a pathetic stature, reminiscent of an old witch with a spine that looked more like a fishing rod. So, it would be an understatement to say that Nick was just desperate - no, he was drowning in desperation and struggling to emerge even for a second to take a short, ragged breath.

But the fateful night was on the horizon. If we are being completely honest, Nick was very nervous, though from time to time he let the awkward laugh escape his throat whenever he and his friends were having a good chuckle together. For them, it was just a part of his slightly vulgar character, yet only he knew the truth. Maybe, there was truly something in these wish strips if a thought about them was creating something akin to a forest fire inside him. 

The night was young. At first, Nick wanted to let the wind carry his wish the moment the first star would appear in the deep blue sky, but, much to his surprise, the blooming party distracted him. Before he could realize it, he lost to the three glasses of fresh beer. As expected, his alcohol tolerance didn’t do the plentiful portion of the golden drink justice. At least it tasted good, huh. 

Either way, the wish could probably wait. After all, Nick was actually having fun, something he thought he hadn't in the past few years. There wasn’t probably a thing he didn’t do that night. Fireworks? Checked. Truth or dare? Checked. Grandiosely losing a drinking competition? It would've been more surprising if he didn’t. Suddenly, the thoughts about carrying any revenge seemed childish, stupid, simply.. pointless. 

But that was, of course, until..

“Nick! Oh my god, man!” the voice from the crowd rang, as the tall man broke through it with his arms outstretched for what seemed like a very inviting hug. 

It was him. Him. He would recognize that sun-kissed skin, these hazel brown, slightly wavy strands and sky blue eyes that looked more like two sparkling gemstones. Oh, how much he wished for this colorful description to have any resemblance to what he thought of Liam as a person. At that very moment, Nick could feel his blood boil. It was not an exaggeration, the air in his nostrils literally turned into smoke as he nearly choked on a cigarette he borrowed from one of his friends. 

Years went on, and he still couldn't forget nor forgive that snarky face that didn't change a single bit.

“What’s up, Liam,” it seemed like Nick put all his might to just mutter that. 

“Dude!” Liam did not pay attention to the cold attitude of his friend. “I missed you so much! Where have you been?!”

Before Nick could realize it, his neck ended up being locked between Liam’s arms.. they were strong as always. That's what you call a certified gym rat, probably.

“I’m fine-, just needed some time,” struggling, Nick nearly choked.

“Oh,” it took a while for the buff man to realize he was overdoing his happiness. “Sorry dude!” the rough slap on Nick’s back didn't make it much better even when he let go.

“It's fine.”

It was not. 

“Just-.. You know I'm not a touchy one,” Nick huffed as he took a few steps away from his “friend”.

In all fairness, he had no idea whether he wanted to celebrate or be frustrated. After all, Liam being here would benefit his plan, as skeptical as he was about it.

“Man, I have so much to tell you! I swear, your jaw will FALL OFF!” Liam continued, his normal talking voice was nearly louder than everyone else’s in the club.

“..Yeah? Wow,” it couldn't sound any less enthusiastic than that. “Well, you may begin already.”

Nick decided to go through with his plan now. What he prepared for Liam was bound to change their both lives. And, just maybe, finally help him let go of this irrational hatred.

The mid summer breeze filled the realm of the young night as it wrapped its arms around the sky. A light smell of smoke and salt lingered in the air as the wind carried it. Just perfect for Nick to send his message across.

It was quite obvious that Liam is a big talker. Always has been. Nick found it naive to think that a person like him would ever change in any way. Not to mention, know when to actually stop twisting their tongue around. 

“Ehh, and so.. They realized they were nothing without me. And then took me back!” somehow, a story about him going surfing morphed into how he managed to save his co-worker’s life from getting eaten by an orca. Classic. 

“..Cool,” Nick followed with an exasperated sigh. “A lot of stuff happened over the years, huh..” he looked down.

“You wouldn't believe, man!”

For some reason, there was now this heavy feeling deep in Nick’s heart he couldn't quite describe. To simply call it conscience would probably dismiss the way his hand fidgeted with the paper strip.

“..And what about Julie?” he finally asked the question he wanted to know the answer to for years. 

And more so, he wanted to know how Liam felt about it. How much of it he had dismissed? Did it take him 5 or 10 minutes to let go? And foremost, was it worth it? 

But as the question remained in the air and the silence between them stayed, Nick pressed further:

“It didn't work out, huh?” 

“No, man. Don't even ask,” Liam’s eyes stayed fixated on the sea before them as he leaned against the coastal fence. 

“Oh? Why?” Nick truly did his best to not lash out at him.

“She made me rethink a lot of things, actually…” he finally spoke. “I mean, I was one kind of an asshole, was I, eh?”

‘Of course you were’, thought crossed his mind. “Then why did you just break-up with her? Was it worth it? These few weeks?” this time the tone of Nick’s voice was too harsh to actually dismiss it.

“You know..” Liam hesitated for a second. “Maybe. I don’t know why you act so angry, but.. I assume it has something to do with what I did back then. Just know, I am sorry you feel this way about me, dude.”

“.. You're sorry?” this answer was not what Nick had expected.

No. It couldn't be. Years of waiting for something to erupt, only to be met by that of all things? Liam had no respect for him and, most definitely, his wishes. That's what Nick knew for sure. 

“You're sorry, ugh..” he repeated over and over again, as if trying to get completely insensitive to these words, but only found himself more and more accepting of them. “You can't just say that. You won’t understand anyway.”

“Are you alright, man?” Liam asked, the worry on his face as genuine as ever.

Waiting for the weight to just disappear from his heart made no sense anymore. Nick accepted it and, very regretfully, let a somber smile emerge on his lips. 

“So.. You've changed,” he spoke quietly.

“Yeah? You could say I did,” Liam was still confused by the sudden mood switch of the conversation.

Not like that! He just couldn't let it go after so much self-inflicted mental torture! His revenge still had to be completed, even if he didn't want to do it anymore. He had to go through his plan at least before he could get an opportunity to regret it! This stupid apology wouldn’t do it…!

“Did you make your wish already?”

“Huh? Oh, now that you mention that.. I completely forgot about it,’ Liam blinked in confusion. “I don’t believe in that stuff, but, sure, I’ll try, haha.”

“..I see,” Nick spoke quietly as his fingers finally started losing the grip on the pink paper strip.

Nick took a final glance at the wishing paper in his hand, the dreamy statement on them as clear as day: “Make Liam mine”. Evening wind almost immediately snatched the strip and carried it away with the sharp, whistling melody. 

“You know it was never about Julie,” Nick spoke, the stains of anger in his tone blocked by fireworks exploding not too far away from them. 

“I understand you, man,” he shook his head in exhaustion, “I would’ve reciprocated, but I also knew it wouldn’t work out. We both know why.”

“Hm? Is that so? Because you’re as straight as a fucking noodle? Good for you, GOOD.”

The man could feel anticipation growing underneath him as his friend stared at him in confusion. His wish was clear: he planned to get Liam. Somehow. Any way he could even think of. Even the most outlandish ones.

But as a minute passed, second, third, it became abundantly clear: nothing was happening. And that meant the whole wishing was… for nothing. Well, even though Nick didn’t expect any miracle, it still was somewhat disappointing. Maybe it was really time for him to let go of this pathetic crush. 

“Have fun,” Nick started walking away spitefully. 

“Yeah, man, stay.. safe,” Liam looked as, if not more somber than his friend.

Wasn't it just stupid of Nick to think that looking at the stars for a few seconds would really change anything? Perhaps. Who could've stopped him though? Eh, it was worth a shot.

The man was leaving footprints on the wet sand as the cold waves tickled his feet after each gruesome hit they made against the shore. Alcohol was probably planning on bringing Nick down with the way his stomach growled while he still walked. And, wow, it was quite painful, at that. As if there was some vacuum cleaner that sucked on it from the inside. He would've brushed it off, but the stubborn sensation refused to let go of him.

“God, this is not good..” even walking was now painful, so all he did was fall on the cold sand.

Not caring about his hands getting wet by the salty water, he buried them deep in the sand. God, he could really throw up at any given moment, even covering his mouth as the expected gag reflex nearly made him choke on his own saliva. Though nothing came out of this, it seemed like the unpleasant sensations were over for the time being. 

Until they were replaced by something else. The confusion, more specifically. Nick tried fixing his bangs that got in the way of his eyesight, but what surprised him about that were not unusually lengthy hair strands of his. No, that would be his fingers. Even if they already looked like fragile chopsticks before, he never really let them grow past the tips, in contrast to now-elongated, even nails. 

“I see stuff..”

The first assumption would be that his drunken mind was simply toying with him. Immediately proven wrong, however, as the pain in the stomach returned, more rough than ever. 

Oh, yes, his hair… It was getting in the way. And not just messing with his eyes, but everywhere else too - in his head, there he could feel every tiny pinch of new strands sprouting from already thick roots and twisting to achieve that slightly wavy edge, on his back where the hair rested and playfully tickled his spine. Speaking of spine, his highly unhealthy posture was in need of a change. It was fixed by it momentarily becoming as flexible as a gummy worm in the shape of a stretched letter “S”.

“G-God damn..” 

With all the clean-ups done, Nick still had no time to take a breath, as it was the moment where his neck muscles tensed, starting to tickle as if he caught a really nasty flu. There was nothing to worry about, just tiny pinches of air dissolving his Adam’s apple until all that was left was a smooth layer of skin right under his chin. The realization quickly drove in.

“No! No! Don't turn me into a chick! Not me!” Nick desperately tried to talk in a deeper tone, but all he was getting was a sweet female voice. “Akh!~”

His erection throbbed right at the same time as his stomach gurgled. A merciful gesture from transformation was to immediately connect all the new nerves to his penis, forcing it to become smaller not even by the seconds. If there was something sweet about the way the air was tickling his new reproductive organ, that would be his foreskin finally detaching itself to become a shy, if not invisible to a complete stranger, clitoral hood. And no clit is real without nice pair of pussy lips underneath - Nick’s, for example, rubbed against each other almost immediately after his most sensitive button was born.

“Shit..Shit.. No, don't do it to me now~..” he couldn't understand whether he was pleading for it to be over or begging for even more with his fingers right between his incredibly wet fleshy curtains.

Even if the transformation had not much material to work with, it did its best to shift all the attention to the “man’s” chest. Unfortunately enough, his skinny torso was bare, and it was the female part most people gazed at the most. First, his nipples hardened for the very first time. It was a strange sensation; on one hand, his chest was about to grow into two mature citrus fruits, but on the other - his pulsing clit was the one responding to all these sensations. He decided to take a shot by lightly pressing the long nail against the very peak of his nipple. 

“ANH!~”

Of course, it had gone exactly the way you would expect. What Nick didn't expect, however, would be this small attempt at playing with his body triggering the transformation of his chest. Like in a blink of an eye, the pair of fresh breasts grew out of his previously flat torso. The process was quick, intense, yet not any less stimulative. His perky boobs slapped against each other as he looked at them in both confusion and some twisted sense of pride. He had never seen the pair as perfect as this even in porn, let alone in real life. In a way, they almost looked uncanny because of that. But little did he know, it was about to get worse.

“Ahh..Ohh..Ahh~..” the sensations returned.

Nick watched in horror as the decently sized pair only got bigger, his skin stretching because of it and immediately turning smooth and shiny again. Not even a minute in, and his spine already struggled to hold the boobs as big as two soccer balls. And if he thought that having this package would leave him with an underwhelming backside, he would still be wrong. Not by a large margin, though, as his butt met the transforming wave with a single bounce that at least proved that these stained in feminine juices and sand hips could use some recoil. 

But as the pain subsided and the “man” couldn't feel his body twitching anywhere else, he did his best to regain control over what just happened.

“O-Oh no!..” no matter how hard he tried to cover his chest, the pair was always finding a way to spill out. 

He wanted to scream - in anger, in fear, and, weirdly enough, in excitement. How could this be happening?! Why would the world trick him like that?! It made little sense to him and the more he thought about that, the more his anger was morphing into sadness.

“I can't let anyone see me like that. Turn me back. Please.. Please.. Mhhh!~..”

No, pushing two fingers to grab his clit did not help and it most certainly didn't bring his penis back. The waves splashed somberly against his knees as he remained on all fours, listening to the sounds of music and fireworks somewhere behind his back, all feeling like a glorified white noise now.

The question remained: why? As he stared into the sand, the emotions began to overtake his head. Putting the blame on new hormones would be an easy task, but who would care anyway? Because, as far as he could tell, the next few sniffs were not the result of sudden chromosome shift, these were genuine tears.

“Yo, are you alright there?” a suspiciously familiar voice behind his back nearly made his heart stop.

And not because of fear.

His head was turned to the worried tall man before him. The same sun-kissed skin, the wavy hazel-brown strands, and sky blue eyes that could put to shame even a Siamese cat. Liam…

“I don't think you should walk around swinging those, sweetheart,” he spoke.

That nickname.. he never heard it from Liam before and it sounded just as good, if not better than in his fantasies. But of course Nick would forget about his chest now demonstrating itself for the whole world to see! 

“I, um.. I lost my tops,” first thing he came up with.

“Aw, that's pretty shitty, eh?” Liam, thankfully, accepted that half-assed excuse immediately. “Here.”

He threw a towel at the woman. And even though it was still wet, the last thing Nick would think about in this situation would be the practicality of his clothing. Ugh, how much he wanted to tell Liam to fuck off and leave him alone, but he simply couldn’t. 

“‘kay, you don’t have to bring that thing back,” Liam turned around and started walking away. 

“No, wait!” 

For Nick this reaction was like an instinct. Once again, his clit pulsed beneath the cloth of his tight boxes. And, oh god, it felt both much better and worse than getting an unprompted boner. The difference would be that now his entire body was on fire and it wouldn’t stop unless he got someone to take care of it… At least, this is what his brain was telling him at the moment.

“Eh? Something else?” Liam turned his head to Nick.

‘H-Haha! How clumsy of me!..” he got up, the towel doing a bad job to cover his breasts. “I am Trisha!” “he” made up quickly. 

“Oh, what’s up? Liam,” the man shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant manner, but he would lie if he said his eyes didn’t want to stop at least for a few seconds to inspect the woman’s assets. 

“Listen, I have a bit of an issue going on here!” “Trisha” did “his” best to not speak like “he” would as a man. “My liver is drowning in beer, both of them. So.. Do me a favor, alright? Carry me.”

“..What?” 

“You heard me! I..I want you to carry me. Somewhere. To rest.” 

Liam turned around again, now walking in the direction of the woman. Even before he seemed huge compared to Nick, but now? A skyscraper in flesh. Not even “her” giant chest was helping(in fact, it was probably making “him” feel even more vulnerable than ever). 

“You wanna fuck?”

“WHAT?!” “Trisha” gasped. “W-Well.. If you keep acting like a slow douchebag, maybe not,” “he” felt “his” bottom lip curling in an offended pout. 

“Trisha” wished “he” could shrug off these thoughts and simply be mad at everyone like “he” usually did, but this body had different plans for “him”. 

“So..?” anticipation was obviously one of “his” least favourite feelings.

While no response followed, Liam’s eyes visibly sparkled and in a matter of seconds “Trisha” ended up in his arms, full-on bridal carried by him. ..She couldn’t tell for sure, but there was something about that gesture in particular that made her heart kick like a heel to beat and her whole body filled up with soft warmth from inside.

The doors of the campervan by the shore slammed and clicked closed as Liam pushed her on the soft sheets.

“Ah..!” she watched her breasts spread before her eyes. “Liam..!” she gasped. 

“Forgive me if I will be too rough. It’s just what your body is doing to me…” Liam took the scent of her chest as his lips barely touched their sensitive skin.

“Be as rough as you want, man..~” too giddy to even notice her own slip-up, Trisha let the dumb grin creep up on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The man made no effort to cover his bulge that already rubbed against the woman’s wet pussy lips down below, staining the mattress. But she could get used to it - after all, he warned her. And wasted no time starting, at that! Liam quickly grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them like a pair of ripe lemons, motions of his hands deliberate and passionate, not letting go of the big buns even for a moment. The ministrations were followed by them both whispering something to each other, their lips almost making their way into a deep, lovesick kiss. All this sensitivity in the woman’s chest area quickly made its way to her throbbing clit, her hand was already swinging it back and forth with the very tip of her finger.

“Ohhh.. Mmhaah..~”

“Just a bit.. I will use your boobs first..” Liam whispered in her ear as his palms pressed the absurdly big nipples down. 

“Tee-hee!” something in Trisha’s head signaled her to push this giggle out. “It’s alright, take your.. t-tihime..” 

Part of her couldn’t believe she was letting Liam do this to her after so many years of pretending to hate him, but the other was hyperventilating from happiness and kicking their feet. Was it worth it..?

Oh, hell yes, it was! Otherwise having Liam’s cock between her breasts wouldn’t feel quite as good. Well, it’s not like it highly stimulated Trisha anyway, it’s more so the fact that it was her crush who was enjoying himself so much - and using her boobs, too. Even though Liam already did a decent job and pushed them together to milk himself even harder, she decided to help him out by squeezing the pair too. Is this how worshipping feels like? If so, Trisha might get used to that! 

Titfucking Liam was more fun and adorable than sexy. Or, as it would be more correct to say, it was sexy for all the wrong reasons. For some reason, there was nothing cuter than seeing a man pinching her nipples occasionally as he desperately tried keeping her fleshy pillows together. 

“Come on, do better~,” she teased with a wide smile as she smooched the penis sliding straight into her mouth.
“Ughhh.. Don’t-”

“Hmm? Are you giving up- AH!” 

Her face got stained as Liam finished straight in the exposed space of her chest, covering it with the sticky, nearly transparent substance that over the course turned almost foam-like with its texture. 

Wow, she almost forgot how quick male orgasms can be. But they were not finished. Both knew they were. 

“Enjoyed yourself, huh..?~” there was nothing that could hold that snarky smirk on her face back.

“I.. Wow..” even as Liam enjoyed the aftertaste of his release, he found himself being nearly addicted to her chest as he played with how squishy it was. 

“Get up, loser,” Trisha leaned in, her arms wrapped around the man sitting on her body. “You still have a pussy to pound~..” 

Even though the words were directed mostly at Liam, Trisha found her pussy reacting to them with no less excitement. Was this even normal? Sore, needy, if it had a mind of its own it probably would’ve already screamed for something to fill her up. For her it was just as much of a discovery that clit could get erect. Her finger circled around the berry on top of her pussy as her lips made their way up to Liam’s tanned skin. That big muscular body was all she craved for now - light kisses splattered all over it like invisible sigils to forever claim it as hers. 

“Let me take care of that..” Liam slid his hand underneath the woman’s shorts, taking the power over her wrinkled private zone. 

“Ohh, mmm~..” Trisha’s body reacted involuntarily by spreading her thighs.

But to call her helpless would be an understatement, as she took full advantage of Liam’s cock. Still erect, hard, like a juicy sausage she couldn’t wait to chew on, squeeze all that sauce out and let it rest on her tongue. It's just that right now her pussy was probably more hungry. 

“Does it feel.. ah.. good?~” she asked with a shaky smile.

“Oof..Yes, let me just..~”

Trisha got up on her knees as the man pushed her boxers down. Though she hesitated for a few seconds, eventually her pussy found its way on top of his cock. 

“Ouuughhhh! WOOOW!~” 

It was as if someone just impaled her and sucked all the air out of her lungs, turning them into a hoarse mess of moans and passionate whimpers.

“Mmmm, haha~..”

“There you go.. So tight…~” Liam sucked on her sensitive neck, cupping her ass with his left hand and squeezing it ever so slightly. 

Though it looked easy in porn, Trisha eventually found herself struggling to keep the pace and bounce on the thick cock rubbing her new walls. Maybe it was due to inexperience with vaginas(alas, not just not living for her entire life with one), but she would rather believe it was because Liam was just so damn masterful in his job, perhaps even far out of her league. And yet, there she was, claiming that meat of a trophy and rightfully taking her time with it. 

“Ah.. AH…!~” 

“B-Be quieter, please..”

“I..haaah..wish.. but it’s your fault..aaahhh~..”

Logically it would be easier to say she was hot, but, somehow, she felt her body both freezing and burning all at once. Having her pussy struck shouldn’t be so right. Her head shouldn’t spin just from the thought of Liam fucking her brains out. But it absolutely did. And the longer the heated head of his member tried resting in her womb, the more she craved for release. Her clit rubbed the thick dick as if it was never one at all, yet it still felt so right, so blissful. 

“Yes..Yes.. Fuck me..Fuck me..~”

“I will.. cum.. soon..~” Liam groaned, his cock making a quick break before stomping the soaked pussy once more. 

“Good..Good~..”

These few final moments were nothing like Trisha felt before. And it was saying a lot, considering how much she learned about women's anatomy in the last hour. Her fingers scratched the man’s hot back, lips resting on the shoulder only to kiss it over and over again as she enjoyed the cock going in and out of her vagina, the wet sounds of flesh being slapped against each other not being able to make up for the amount of moans she was still yet to produce from her ticklish throat. Yes, there it was.. Coming. Though she would gladly pay to feel her ass jiggle from the impact for a few more times, she was still sane enough to understand she was in no power to carry a baby.

Yet.

As the head of Liam’s pickle charged up, she gripped his neck even harder and put all the power she still had in her body left to lift it up. Liam’s orgasm came first, followed by Trisha’s as she landed on his cock and squeezed the stream of cum out of it as if it was a toothpaste tube. She would lie if she said it was enough. Oh no, now that her pussy was empty, she used the relaxed penis to her advantage and rubbed the bottom lips against it.

“Ahh.. Mmm.. Just a bit, Liam~..”

“Oh..G-God..” perhaps, after cumming for the second time he was truly wrecked and unable to get his buddy up. 

With her breasts pressed against his chest, she simply giggled. Wow, that was cute seeing the man who was the girl magnet for his entire life struggling to keep his hands off her delicate knockers. Trisha got into motion very quickly, though she could still see Liam sprouting splashes of cum over and over again. You could say, the girl really milked him dry. Soon enough, she finally found her thighs twitching, and even though she was not quite there yet, she already knew it was bound to come. So, her moves became faster, more desperate, struggling to find balance between playful and frustrated. 

“Ughh.. Ughhhh..~”

“Come on..~”

This time Liam was the one teasing her, his fingers rubbing both of her nipples. God, she couldn’t understand what it was, but just feeling the man’s hands on them was enough to drive her over the edge. It was coming for her. This strange wave rising deep from her insides and rushing into her pussy. She still could remember when these were just two balls and, frankly, she couldn’t be happier that they were now gone. Why would it feel that good then?! 

“Why.. Why would it-.. AUAUGHHHHHH!~~”

There it went, her first proper female orgasm that felt more her entire bottom half suddenly exploded and turned numb. Her hands twitching, her mouth unable to let out anything other than breathy moans and giggles, and, most importantly, her head was now peacefully resting on Liam’s shoulder. 

She felt so pathetic. All that suffering. Only to get herself turned into a woman to win over the man she loved so much, yet terrified to admit it. 

However, there were no regrets. It was worth it. And even if she was now forever chained to this body, so be it. At the very least, Liam was hers.

“..Hey, Liam…” she whispered gently into his ear, her eyes and voice so tired it seemed like she was about to pass out. “..you figured everything out, did you?..”

“..Yeah, dude.”

Pat. She would slap him very affectionately if they weren’t in this position right now. 

“...Once I’m sober, we will have a talk,” she sighed in exhaustion. “Got it?”

“Sorry, Nick,” his tone was shameful, regretful. 

“I am Trisha. Face the consequences of your actions, idiot.”

No matter how pissed off she was at the moment, she cracked a sly smile before giving her boyfriend a gentle kiss on the cheek:

”My idiot~”