Rachel Gets Interrupted By a Friend

Rachel was putting together a plan when suddenly she heard crying nearby, followed by the voice of her best friend (and fellow church-goer) Grace. The brown-haired girl with C-cup breasts (although you really couldn't see them in that baggy sweater, unfortunately) ran into her arms and sobbed on her shoulder.

"Grace, what's wrong?"

"He broke up with me. Peter dumped me for a cheerleader. Can you believe that? He'd rather have a brainless bimbo instead of me."

"So ... you're available?" Rachel asked. Suddenly, thoughts of fucking her friend came to mind. How could she resist? Grace was literally in her arms right now. Through her unflattering clothes, Rachel could feel the curves of her body. From her shoulders, to her hips, then down to her ...

Grace pushed Rachel back, a look of questioning concern in her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, it was an accident." Rachel removed her hand from Grace's ass. She really had to control these impulses. She almost started fondling her best friend, for godsakes! (And, by the way, she didn't even blink when she swore that in her head.) If Grace found out about her conversion before she had the chance to use the idol on her ...

That gave her an idea.

"Grace, I was thinking that after school, we could go to Jenna's house. You know, the lesbo?" Remember that Jenna told Rachel that they'd meet at her house after school. With Jenna and the idol there, Grace could be easily converted. "I was thinking we could throw eggs at her house, or something. Sound good?"

Grace's tears began to dry away, as a smile entered her lips. "That actually sounds like a good idea. It'll help me to get my mind off of Peter."

Rachel smiled too, thinking 'Yeah, it'll certainly get your mind off of Peter, but not the way you think.'