You and Ash made the bet half-joking, half-serious—one round of Mortal Kombat, loser had to spend a whole month as a femboy. At the time, Ash was confident, already smirking like he had it in the bag.

Thirty minutes later, he didn’t.

A deal was a deal.

Ash had always had a softer, more androgynous look—slim build, smooth features—so it wasn’t completely shocking. Still, this was different. When he finally stepped out in feminine clothes, there was a pause.

“…Don’t say anything,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes.

The thing was, he didn’t look ridiculous. The outfit fit him too well, like it suited him naturally. That seemed to bother him more than anything.

You smirked. “For someone so confident, you’re adjusting fast.”

“It’s been five minutes,” he shot back.

“Only twenty-nine days left,” you reminded him.

Ash groaned, rubbing his face. “…Yeah, I know.”

What started as a joke suddenly felt like something more—and it was only day one.