Visit your neighbour Amy

Your mind quickly runs through a list of people you could feasibly visit and ask about things. Some people from your college, a few professors...or, better yet, perhaps someone in your apartment complex here. That way, you wouldn't have to go very far, at least.

Wait...someone in your same apartment complex that you know well enough to talk about this with...yes, someone you know definitely fits that outline. Someone you know very well, someone you have always thought about quite a bit...and she's right next door.

The person you've remembered is Amy, your good friend from college who moved into the unit next to you during your junior year. You knew her before then, having had met her during an organic chemistry lab course during your sophomore year. You were actually the one that recommended the place to her when she told you about how she was looking to move out of her parents' home.

Truth be told, you actually valued Amy as far more than a friend for a while now and had made your fair share of romantic advances towards her, but you were always met with the classic "Let's stay friends, yeah?" every time. Your strong bond stayed intact, however, as things never got awkward between you two even with your repeated attempts to find your way into her heart. You always appreciated that aspect of her, how she made an effort to show that she cared about you as a friend too much to let something like a confession throw her off.

After some more brief consideration, you decide that Amy is your closest and best bet towards getting some information. You have to admit, though, that you're wondering how Amy will feel about you if you are actually in a world where women worship cock.

Exiting through your front door, you take a moment to appreciate the scenic view from the 6th floor walkway of your complex, looking over the small suburbia you live in with the more active downtown just a bit off in the horizon. You don't see anyone around at the moment: your kilt selection aside, it's still as though nothing has changed... you're tempted to watch out for naked single women, but you decide that it would be better to get to the bottom of things first.

Walking no more than 15 or 20 steps down the walkway, you come to the next immediate door—Amy's unit. You're actually not sure if she's even home right now, and there's no way to tell due to her closed blinds. You knock on the door a few moments and hear nothing at first, but the shuffling of footsteps beyond the door confirms her presence.

As the door opens, you're met with the beautiful smiling face of the girl of your dreams. Even without make-up and dressed in a casual assortment of a black T-shirt with some khaki shorts with no shoes or socks, her radiance stuns you. She isn't single --- her boyfriend Chris lives just few miles away --- so you didn't expect to see her naked: you came to learn by talking with her.

Her natural red hair flows to her shoulders as she looks at you with almost magical eyes of sky blue. Body well defined as an hourglass, her C-sized breasts and sizable waist look rather large for her otherwise light frame. Amy's face lights up to see you.

"John!" she says. She takes in your figure. "This is a pleasant surprise! Your timing couldn't be any better. Please, come in!"

You're pleasantly surprised yourself to get such a warm reception. You're good friends, but she is rarely quite this pleased to see you. "Sure!" you tell her. "What's the occasion?"

Amy closes the door behind you as you enter. "John --- my sister Elisabeth is coming over. Since her birthday I've wanted to give her a proper coming-of-age do, and here you are dressed for the occasion. I --- would you mind if I called Chloe over? It would be fantastic if you could be the one to make her a woman, and if you could do it today."

Chloe was rather stunning black-haired beauty in the same building: you didn't know her well, but have chatted with her in the elevator and in the laundry room. She seemed nice, and you didn't see why you should object. You didn't really know what you were in for, but maybe you could get to the bottom of that later: it would be easier to talk with Amy if she was in a good mood. "Sure, go ahead!"

Amy's face shone with gratitude as she clasped your hands. "Oh, thank you John. Thank you, thank you. Don't worry, I've got everything prepared, you don't have to do a thing."

Well... this seems pretty serious. But this is your friend Amy, and she says that she has everything in hand. She excitedly dials Chloe, and you are left for a moment to your own devices.