The Inner Demon, feeding off his deepest, most repressed confusions and taboo desires, warped the hallucination with a sickening, sudden jolt of altered reality.
Beneath his hand, the flat, masculine lines of her chest abruptly dissolved.
The thick, restrictive binding locket vanished as the illusion shattered.
In its place, his hand met the soft, undeniable, and incredibly generous swell of a woman's breast.
Wangchen froze.
His entire body went rigid, paralyzingly stiff, his breath caught in his throat.
He slowly lifted his head from her neck, his eyes wide, staring down at the figure pinned beneath him.
The boy he had sworn brotherhood with, the boy he had spent months agonising over, terrifying himself with the implications of his "cut-sleeve" obsession, was gone.
The sharp, slightly arrogant jawline had softened into an elegant, breathtakingly feminine curve.
The Adam's apple had vanished, leaving a smooth, slender throat.
