Fazed and Conflicted

“U-Um, Hi!”

Denise said, her brain flabbergasted over the sight that had awaited her in the bathroom. She may have thought about it, but she did not expect the girl to actually have been touching herself! The way she twisted and pumped her fingers into herself, hell the way she held her eyes tightly closed while breathing heavily, Denise was almost amazed she was still standing. She might need her own stall for a 'cleaning session.'

“Oh! Sorry!” She said, the sudden look on Aida's face making her realize she was staring a bit too intently. She turned her head away and, a bit reluctantly, took a couple of steps away from the stall.

“Wait, Denise!” She heard a shuffling, turning around as Aida stepped out from the stall, her clothes seemingly neat as if nothing happened. The quick motion surprising Denise, who suddenly realized that she did not see any panties in the stall... not that she looked at much other than Aida.

“H-hi, Aida, is it?” She wanted to kick herself; she sounded like a stuttering idiot, she should have thought of something to put Aida more at ease, to relax this awkward as hell situation.

“No! It's me, Adam! The book was real!”

She stopped as she tried to comprehend what Aida said. Part of her mind told her that was ridiculous, but... now that it was said... she could hear his voice from the girl's mouth. The eyes were the same. The massive titties were new... but even with how unbelievable it was... it clicked with her. She could feel the truth of his statement, a statement she wished she could disbelieve, but...

“How?” She needed to understand this... How could Aida have come from Innocent Adam? Aida, who got a football player off in his car and got a faceful of his seed, came from never-made a move nerdy Adam. Aida, who had used a paper towel around her fingers and was cleaning herself by jilling in a bathroom stall...

“I tried the spell again with... well after you made a remark about summoning a succubus I tried that on,” Denise stared at the sex-bomb her friend had become, the pink-face and hesitation on that beautiful face taking her focus, “Well this latex suit my sister had laying around. She then tricked me into putting it on and now is messing with everyone, making them all think I'm a girl when they look at me!”

Adam was Aida. The most beautiful person that Denise has ever seen... It was all fake...Aida is a lie... The most beautiful person I've ever met is a lie...

“Then she took control of my body and went out last night and on the way to your place stopped at a party a block over and she... flirted with Cory for a bit. Afterward, we went to-” Denise suddenly zoned out his words, a part of her minding telling her that was not important right now, the big pressing matter weighing on her mind was Aida and Adam. How could Aida not be real! Adam was boring... but as Aida, he just seemed so... Perfect... cewt and hawt and yummy.

Her mind felt... tight as she tried to parse this information. It was like something was constricting her thoughts towards Adam or... or the idea of Adam? Was their relationship really just friendship? The thoughts felt odd-shaped, malformed even, as something seemed to press upon her mental image of the relationship. It was not unlike the discomfort from the braces she had worn as a preteen, but mental instead of physical, molding something into a set shape. Something wrong and yet wunderfully right.

It was quiet. She had rubbed her eyes as she tried to figure out her thoughts. She had been so distracted she did not realize he had stopped talking. She looked over at him and froze in almost disbelief before they began to speak.