Chapter Four
I stood under the pouring cold water, letting the droplets hit my throbbing head, hoping they would wash away this confusion storming within me.
But my new body was betraying me; that erect member showed no sign of receding, as if defying my attempts to control it.
"Damn.. what do I do now?"
I whispered, my voice echoing inside the marble bathroom walls with a strange depth.
I pulled a black towel, and with an involuntary movement, I tried to wrap it around my entire body as I always used to, but I remembered that I was no longer the delicate "Elena."
I wrapped one around my waist, and even though my chest was now broad and flat, the feeling of nakedness gnawed at me from the inside.
Driven by my deep-rooted feminine modesty, I pulled a second towel and wrapped it tightly around my chest, as if trying to hide the ghosts of my departed femininity.
I opened the door and walked out cautiously. He was still there, lying on the bed in that form that resembled a piece of heaven, overflowing with a rebellious charm.
I felt a sudden heat invade my cheeks, and the noise of my heartbeat rose in my ears.
He raised his head, and his gaze stopped in bewilderment at the towel covering my chest.
"What is this?"
he asked in a tone filled with wonder, pointing his finger toward my covered chest.
I quickly averted my gaze, trying to avoid the magic of his eyes.
"Get out.. I have to put on my clothes,"
I said while tightening my grip on the edge of the towel.
He burst out laughing; it was a deep and enchanting laugh that shook the corners of the room.
"Adrian.. you are not normal today at all,"
he said, still smiling dreamily.
I tried to gather my composure and replied in a calm and reserved tone:
"It's not necessary for you to watch me while I'm naked, is it?"
He rose slowly from the bed and walked toward me with confident strides that made me retreat involuntarily until the edge of my back hit the closet.
He approached so closely that I smelled the scent of his refreshing masculine perfume.
"I have seen you sleeping naked since we were young, brother; what has changed now?"
"Brother!"
The word echoed in my mind like a thunderbolt.
So, this provocative handsome man is Adrian's brother.
Before I could process the shock, his hand extended toward my forehead to check my temperature.
As soon as the skin of his hand touched my skin, I felt a strange spark of heat course through my entire body, as if my blood suddenly began to boil.
"Strange.."
he muttered seriously while narrowing his eyes,
"You aren't feverish, so why are you acting like a girl on her wedding night?"
I brushed his hand away from my forehead with a quick movement, feeling the roughness of his skin still burning my skin.
"Enough.. get out now!"
He planted his feet firmly on the floor, a boyish look of defiance appearing on his face.
"I won't get out."
I ignored his provocative looks and headed toward the massive closet, pulling out blue fabric pants and a crisp white shirt.
"Fine.. I will get dressed in the bathroom then."
I had barely bypassed him when I felt his shadow looming over me.
With amazing speed, his strong arm wrapped around my neck, pinning my head under his armpit in a familiar brotherly wrestling move.
My back was forced to bend, and he began rubbing my wet hair with his fist so hard it made my scalp sting.
"What is wrong with you, you damn fool? You're scaring me with this behavior!"
I was trapped between his massive arm and his hard chest, and the strong,
warm scent of his perfume attacked my senses, robbing me of the ability to think.
Staying single for long years in my previous life made my feelings now like fuel waiting for a matchstick,
and I felt Adrian's body responding to this proximity in a crazy way; my member suddenly twitched and hardened with a force I felt pressing against the thin fabric of the towel.
"Let me go!"
I screamed in a sharp tone, my voice trembling from sheer embarrassment.
He suddenly released me, and I retreated, panting as I tried to gather my scattered self.
But he didn't move; instead, his gaze froze as he looked down in strangeness and bewilderment.
"What is this?"
he muttered in a low voice.
I looked where he was pointing and wished the earth would open up and swallow me.
The towel was stretched in a scandalous way, and my member protruded from behind it, visibly erect beyond any doubt.
With a hysterical movement, I lifted the clothes I was carrying and pressed them over the area to cover it,
then ran toward the bathroom as if escaping a fire, locking the door behind me while hearing my heartbeats thumping in my ears like bombs.
I threw the clothes on the marble and removed the towel hysterically, as if getting rid of incriminating evidence.
But the reality was worse; prominent veins throbbed under the taut skin of that cursed member,
looking like rivers of lava refusing to calm down.
I felt an internal fire devouring the bottom of my stomach, a heat I had never known, an unbearable pressure demanding release.
"Damn it.. men's lives are very difficult and annoying!"
I muttered while clenching my teeth from sheer frustration.
I tried to return it to its normal state; I pushed it down, tried to ignore it, but it was hard as stone, defying all my failed attempts.
Driven by despair and ignorance of how this complex bodily engine works, I began rubbing it forcefully,
hoping that ejecting that congested energy would grant me the relief I sought.
But it wasn't as easy as I imagined; the palm of my hand began to ache from the roughness of the friction,
and my arm muscles started to cramp, while
"that cursed thing" was still standing with terrifying erection,
as if possessing a will entirely independent of my mind.
I was panting, and beads of sweat began to gather on my forehead, w
hile the struggle between my tired hand and the wild instinct of the body seemed like a losing battle.
I ignored the burning sting in my palm and continued that hysterical movement,
my teeth pressing on my lower lip until I almost made it bleed.
Suddenly, my entire body shook with a violent shudder that started from the bottom of my spine to strike every cell in me.
A warm white liquid surged out, and with it, I felt a massive pressure explode to turn into a sudden relaxation that was both relieving and painful at the same time.
I stood panting, my broad chest rising and falling violently, sweat covering my forehead as if I had been fighting a fierce battle against an invisible enemy.
I washed the remnants of that "war" with cold water and dried my body while watching that member finally shrink and retreat from its stubbornness.
I put on my pants and the white shirt and stood for seconds in front of the mirror.
My reflection was that of a handsome man with sharp features and messy hair,
an appearance suggesting confidence while my soul inside trembled in terror of the problems awaiting me.
I opened the door and walked out, finding him still standing in his place, as if he had been counting the minutes for me.
He gave me a scrutinizing look, then suddenly... he winked with his left eye, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.
"Oh.. so it was just a morning wood then? That explains your strange behavior, brother."
I felt the blood rush powerfully to my cheeks; the heat of embarrassment was enough to burn the room.
I froze in my tracks, my tongue unable to utter any justification in the face of this deadly embarrassment.
He headed toward the door with confident strides, and before leaving, he turned to me and said in a mysterious tone:
"Tomorrow you will thank me for waking you up.. sleep well, brother."
He closed the door behind him, leaving me in the silence of the luxurious room, facing my first night as a "man" who knows nothing about his new life.