I never really understood how John could be with this girl. She was way too good for him, he was such a loser…
Sure, he was a nice friend, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. I was smart, rich, had a great job, and was far from being ugly, but still, the girls would prefer him. Jobless, a little dumb, but he knew how to talk to them, how to seduce them… Maybe that was it, his confidence.
So one night, I wished I could understand why the girls liked him so much.
And the next day, I woke up in the same bed as him.
I wasn’t surprised, I was pleased! And when I said “Good morning, sweetie…” with my new sexy, high-pitched voice, I understood what happened.
I had become his girlfriend.
I couldn’t help but smile at him, kiss him, and place my hand on his crotch. It felt so nice… I got undressed, discovering my boobs. He was so gentle… so handsome… I couldn’t resist.
Now, I understand.
