An Unexpected Visitor

Very soon, Lucia found her stomach rumbling again, this time without any influence from the pills. Right, she hadn't eaten, and she'd been playing soccer for three hours. Oh, and the drastic physical changes she had just experienced probably didn't help either. So, she went downstairs to make herself some lunch.

As she always did when her parents weren't home, she decided to prepare some bacon and eggs for herself (she knew they would only have packed dry sandwiches for themselves). But, as she was scrambling the eggs, she found herself drumming her manicured fingernails on the kitchen counter to a song that had just gotten stuck in her head. Well, she couldn't afford to break one of her new nails, that would be a tragedy. There was only one thing for it.

So there she was. Stark naked, frying bacon on the stove and using the spatula as a microphone as she sang along to the words of her favourite rock song. She was pretty sure that the houses two blocks over could hear the music

And then the doorbell rang.

She quickly paused the music and scampered over to the door, dodging the windows as she did. There was a familiar voice shouting on the other side. "Lucia? It's me, Tutu."

Oh shit, she'd forgotten that she'd invited her over. "Just a second!" Lucia desperately looked around for something to cover herself. There was nothing. She sucked in a breath. She and Tutu were best friends, so it wouldn't be that awkward, right? Bracing herself, she hesitantly opened the door.

Tutu stared at her in shock. "Lucia? Is that you?"

She smiled sheepishly back. "Uh, yep. It's me. I can explain."

Tutu stepped inside and crossed her arms. "Then you'd better get talking, girl. This has got to be good."

"Yeah, just can we go up to my room. I'll tell you there." She led Tutu up the stairs to her room, shutting the door behind them. Lucia dug through her underwear draw and produced the mysterious jar of pills. "These are the cause."

"Some tablets?" Tutu scoffed. "There's no way."

"No, seriously. They were apparently for my brother, but I took them and tried one. And then, bam! Instant supermodel."

"Hold up, why would your brother want them? Isn't his whole 'shtick' being perfect and hot and whatever? Also, do you mind if I take off my shirt? Your room is, like, a hundred degrees."

"Go ahead. Anyway, I have a hunch. You see, my brother has a really embarrassing secret." She grabbed Tutu's hands. "What I'm about to say can't leave this room, okay?"

"Got it."

"He's got the tiniest dick you've ever seen. I reckon my finger would be longer than it."

She stifled a laugh. "You've got to be kidding me. Valentino Amorosi, Mr Perfect, has a small dick. No wonder, he must be over compensating like crazy."

"Oh yeah, he is." Then, Lucia gave a sly sideways look at Tutu. "Hey, do you want to try one of the pills?"

"Bitch, do I look like I need a beauty pill?" she joked back, gesturing to her bare torso.

At that, Lucia paused. For once, she actually took in her best friend's body, the clear, glowing skin and pert b-cups. Her face, usually scrunched up into a wry smile or cheeky wink, was undeniably attractive, her dark, almond-shaped eyes and glossy black hair (thanks to her Japanese half) were the envy of everyone at school. And even though her frame was petite, she wasn't angular like Lucia used to be, instead she moved with grace and poise, even when blurting out some sassy comeback. Lucia gulped as she realised what she was thinking.

"Y-yeah, it was a stupid idea," she stammered. "I actually need to go to the bathroom, sorry." And she pushed past Tutu, leaving her confused on her bed.

Locked in the toilet, Lucia cursed herself angrily. "Why am I thinking like this? I've never thought about my best friend like this before, why now? Why can't I stop thinking about how perfectly sculpted her lips are and how succulent they would be to kiss..."

She banged her head against the wall. "Fuck, I've just fallen in love with my best friend," she whispered.

"No. No, I can ignore this. I just have to pretend that she's not gorgeous, and I definitely don't want to cover her pale skin in hickeys... Just don't think about it." She got up and brushed herself off. She looked at her own unfamiliar face in the mirror. "Even if I could totally have a chance with her now."

Then, she banished all of those thoughts deep down, took a deep breath, and went back to face Tutu.