The Friendzone

It's a lot to take in, isn't it Aiden?

You didn't expect to grow these from scratch today, did you?

Did you feel how your chest began to tingle? The peculiar sensation around your nipples as your body started working to correct a wrong? The strange way your areola swelled up around your hardening nipples?

That's right. It is a wrong. I imagine the cocktail flowing through you, your body realizing suddenly that everything is wrong about you — and setting out to correct you.

Your nipples grew very erect — as if leading the way for these lovely little orbs to begin sprouting.

You always had mammary glands, dormant within you. They just needed to mature and, from the looks of It, I'd say they have.

Feel how sensitive your nipples are now. Just a few drops of water and they rise to attention. Isn't that nice?

Oh, I know you would have much rather touched mine. I understand. Unfortunately there's a cold practicality to being a woman that I think you will slowly begin to understand now that you are one.

It's like I've always said: I see you more as a friend. Don't think I didn't notice whenever I said this you would get moody and snitty toward me. I understood you felt a sense of entitlement for all of the nice things you've done for me. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm dating Mark. And moody and snitty isn't a look I like in my men. It's more something I can tolerate in my girlfriends.

You're my girlfriend now, aren't you Aiden? Do you feel that? That's your clit. Feel it between your legs. Firming up. Meeting my touch. Shallow against you, tucked delightfully into your new folds.

Don't think I haven't felt your cock hard in your pants when we would hug after hanging out. Pressing into my thigh. Oh, you tried hard to hide it, for sure, which I appreciate. It was a little disconcerting. We were supposed to be friends, but you were aroused by any physical contact.

How many times did you hide your erection in your pants, Aiden?

You don't have to hide it anymore. We're going to buy you some panties and they're going to lay so flat against you.

The head of your cock is now a little pink clit. Feel my fingertip, just barely touching it. Circling it. Have you ever felt something that powerful? Close your eyes and just linger a minute on the idea of being balanced on but the tip of a finger.

Mark touches me exactly like this, Aiden. Feel it. Feel how Mark touches me. Feel my hand around your breast and my finger moving. Your equipment has vastly changed, hasn't it? I hope that it helps you understand why our intimacy could only go as far as it did. The men are going to touch you like this, Aiden. If they are any good they will circle your clit and get you heated up before they meet you with a tongue or press their cockhead into your folds, spread you, and move in deep.

Face it, Aiden — you've basically always been my girlfriend. I bet you already understand. You're not only deciding who you will date. There's also the consideration of who you will let inside of you. Let me give you an example.

I already know you don't mind me being inside of you. And I can hear it.

You wanted to fuck me, didn't you, Aiden? You didn't think I'd be the first to penetrate you.

Oh, Aiden. I like your moans. They're so soft and plaintive. Do you like my finger slipping in and out of you. Here — I'll add another. There. Do you get it now? Do you get why I need a strong man slipping in and out of me?

Yes. Follow it. Follow where it leads. If you think masturbating to my social media photos is nice, just wait until your body explodes in female orgasm.

There was a thing that always gave me pause about being your friend. You were so agreeable it became hard to respect you. The way you would drop everything whenever I wanted, totally convinced that I would eventually come around and dump Mark to date you.   Let's do some math while I weave figure-8's around your clit.

Do you know how many people are in the world, Aiden?

Oh, I know you like what my fingers are doing to you. It's Mark's specialty with me — I want you to feel it. So moan and I'll answer for you, sweetie.

The world population is nearing 8 billion. 4 billion of them are women. And about 1 billion are in their twenties. And I am but one of them.

And you're one now, too. Welcome to the other side, Aiden. You're going to need a bra and some new underwear. Some dresses. Lipstick. A manicure. Earrings.

You always perplexed me, Aiden. 1 billion women in their twenties!

And rather than spend time cultivating relationships that serve you and the receiver of your attention equally — you served me alone. Didn't you have anything you wanted to do with yourself? You're good at math, at painting, and you're actually a pretty funny person, too. Allow me to put my fingers deep inside of you and remind you that you have more than enough for any woman to enjoy. So then, why do you deny nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine of them for one who is being taken by your nemesis Mark every single night?

Mark has a big cock, Aiden. Do you want a boyfriend with a big cock? Would that feel good slipping into your lips? Yes, I've added another finger. I want you considering it deeply. If you want my advice, don't settle on one. Try a few. Find someone who really presses you into the bed and rails you.

So back to my thinking: Let's just suppose your flimsy logic holds, and I am indeed the only perfect one out of one billion people. And let's suppose you came in contact with a strange chemical that took your cock from you forever. Don't you think in a world of infinite possibilities you could think of something interesting to do with your life than carry my bags in the shopping mall and cater after my every whim? I mean, it's very romantic, and romance is a nice thing when it makes sense. But there is also something called Action.

Unfortunately, the time for you to act has come to a close and I felt it only right to make decisions for you.

Oh, I'm glad you're rocking into my hand. I'm glad you like this. This is nice isn't it? This is better than what you had in mind. See, you didn't need me after all. You needed to feel bliss. You needed to find your edge. You needed me to push you over it.

I always wanted to take you to the edge of reason, Aiden. You were so kind and agreeable, you deserved it. You deserved these lovely tits. And I'm going to teach you how to use them.

That's right. You can touch me now. And I'm going to show you how it's done. And take care of you. And set you on a path where your little pussy is getting so much love that you have no need to be agreeable. Lift your pussy out of the water and look at it and imagine a big thick cock buried deep between your thighs. You can just feel it, present inside of you, can't you?

Now go to the other end of the bath and face me.

Press your new pussy against mine.

Let's get her warmed up and coming.

I have an entire lesson plan made up for you. And it starts here.

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Thank you for reading! Have a nice weekend and I hope you get to do things you enjoy.