The Weird Friend

In school, I was always the “weird friend.” The one that no one really wanted around, but didn’t really have the heart to tell them to go away.

Even Jake, my “best friend,” just kind of tolerated me. We never hung out outside of school, and while he and the other guys would often hang out, meet up with girls, and more, I was always left at home with my overbearing parents.

Finally, I got fed up with it. “Why can’t I just be the friend everyone likes for once?” Little did I know, a passing fairy heard me, and decided to answer my wish. The next morning, I saw my reflection, and my jaw dropped. I had long shiny hair, and full, luscious lips. My body was perfect, with round tits and a nice, tight ass. My room too was different, all pink and purple. My family seemed to know me as Layla.

I went to Jake’s house, and he answered the door.

“Layla! What are you doing here?” he said.

“I just thought I’d come by and hang out.” I walked past him, and we both went to his back porch, taking seats around the table.

“We don’t do enough stuff together, Jake,” I said, scooting my chair closer to him.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I was thinking of changing that. I’m sure we could find plenty to do.” With that I got out of my chair and kneeled in front of him. I pulled down his pants and pulled out his hard cock, and took it between my new, juicy lips.

We hung out a lot more after that.


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