Weird, she looks the same

The last year or so had put a real strain on your relationship with Chloe. Even before her confession, you'd been struggling with the fact that the shy, skinny girl who'd always followed you around had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. You'd tried not to resent your friend for the popularity and easy confidence that accompanied the arrival of her impressive new rack and killer legs but seeing her draped all over your long term crush had been the last straw.

Deep down you knew you were being petty and childish even as you'd ghosted her on your socials and avoided her as best you could irl.

It pained you to see the hurt look in her eyes when you brushed her off but you told yourself it was nothing more than what she deserved for betraying you.

"Stupid slut," you rage inwardly, "Dumb, cock sucking, bimbo. Betraying me just to spread her legs for him. Destroying our friendship just to get some dick. I'd like to fix it so she never gets near another guy again. Then..."

A flash of purple light interrupts your silent tirade. Looking down you see the raygun gripped in your hand, your finger tight on the trigger.

"Oh shit, what did I do?"

Blinking away purple after images you see Chloe in the same spot she was before. There's nothing obviously physically different about her, she's the same annoyingly perky blonde but her attitude has suddenly changed. There's no sign of the awkwardness that hand been growing between you instead she turns the beam of her megawatt smile in your direction as she bounces over greet you.

"Hey hot stuff," Chloe giggles, planting her soft lips on yours, her hand giving your butt a playful squeeze, "So, looking forward to our first official date?"