Yes

You slowly open the door and poke your head out. “Hi, Kevin isn’t here right now” you say. Brad turns around and looks at you. “Oh um, okay then” he says when he thinks about turning around. “Wait a minute… are you… are you Ariana Grande?” He asks as his eyes grow huge. You involuntarily giggle at his excitement. “Yes. Yes, I am” you reply.

“Holy shit!” He yells, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. You’re worried that he might draw a lot of attention to you from your neighbors. “Why don’t you come in” you say as you open the door fully. He walks in past you, his frame much larger than yours.

Brad and you became best friends in middle school. You were getting bullied and he had just moved into town. He stood up for you at school and you’ve been friends ever since. He played varsity football while you were president of the debate team. But you still remained best friends and his parents were like second parents to you.

You close the door as he walks in and sits in his usual chair. “And… and what is Ariana Grande doing in my best friend’s apartment?” He asks with a confused look on his face. You slowly walk over to him. “I… uh… met Kevin last night at a bar. And he convinced me to come back with him…” you reply while nervously looking at the ground, hoping not to get caught.

“Kevin? At a bar bringing girls home? That doesn’t really sound like him!” He says with a laugh. “Wait… did you hook up with him?” He asks suddenly with a straight face. You nod as you look up at him.

He really is much bigger than you are now and even bigger than your previous body. He’s about 6’3” and really fit. He was a lot bigger in high school but toned down since then. He’s got a smile that just won’t quit and his hair is flawless. You think about seeing his six pack abs before and you immediately start to blush. You stop yourself. ‘Why are you thinking of your best friend like this?’ You ask yourself.

After your moment of silence, he interjects. “Holy shit. My best friend fucked Ariana Grande. This is the best moment of my life!” He says as he fist pumps the air. You smile at how proud he is of you.

“So…” he says while looking at you. “How was he?”