Your childhood friend

"Right, it has to be him, I can't think of anyone else" you said, out loud, thinking about Jason. Jason Ghilligan was your childhood friend, a bit cliché, but true nonetheless. He was, and still is, the neighbor's son. You two spent countless hours together, playing video games. It's not like you didn't have your own games, your parents would buy you games you asked for for your birthday or for christmas. You'd still find yourself at his home, playing in his room because it just felt so much better playing with someone else.

He was always really cool and joyful, he'd sometimes be a bit of a sore loser, but only in a playfull manner, smile never leaving his face. You went to school together but were never in the same class, you'd speak to him quite often on school grounds but didn't have much time to spend with him during school hours. That trend continued to highschool as well, but he became a bit more taciturn, always looking down, he didn't have much friends, he was quite the loner in fact. It was never to the point of him getting bullied, because he always knew how to be firm, say no, etc. Still, he became a lot more introverted and taciturn over those highschool years. After school, though, you would still go to his house and play games and his smile and jolly personality were always coming back as soon as school was out and he could be playing games with you.

You still were in good terms, speaking frequently on social media and on his streams and you still visit him quite often on the week-ends when you come back to your parents house.

According to his mom, though, he hardly ever leaves his room now. He spends most of his time streaming a video game, your favorite one; he's extremely talented at it, but it's a niche game so he doesn't have many viewers. You would sometimes join to play with him on his streams as it is a coop game. He's attending an online college course for computer programming and he's doing ok at it, according to him.

What strikes you right now is a thought. You never considered him more than a friend. A really good, extremely close friend, but a friend still. He was not that bad looking, although maybe a slight bit under average, but you always were a bit picky for what you'd consider average anyway. It's just that you started seeing him as an invaluable friend way before puberty and never had any second thought about it until right now.

Another thought crosses your mind... What if that wasn't the case for him ? What if... You had actually friendzoned him ?

"Oh my God, he may be thinking about me that way... But he would have told me, right ?" then again, the introvertness... "But he was never introverted with me, he..." you had no way of knowing actually... It was just a guessing game at this point, your mind raced through a million memories you had with him to try to find signs or clues, but any of the possible signs could also be interpreted as simple friendship behavior... "Well, if it was the case, if he really wanted more of our relationship, he did a really good job not showing it to me ever", even when you told him you had a boyfriend, he seemed genuinely happy for you.

What's important is that he was always good to you, never lied, as far as you were aware, he would help when he could and support you when you had been feeling under the weather. He was the perfect person to transform into your ideal mate, no matter how you looked at it.

It was now 2 pm, sun shining bright on your childhood suburb neighborhood. You were about to ring the bell of the Ghilligan's house but you stopped yourself. You never, ever rang that bell. You had taken the habit of entering this house as if it was your own and the Ghilligan never had any problem with it, always welcoming you with a smile and a chit chat, they considered you like a part of the family. Well, except maybe for Tracey, Jason's sister... She was a year older than both of you as Jason and you had the exact same birth date, a month apart. It seemed like she always had some kind of beef with you. She would do mean things, try to lie to her parents to frame you when you were all little, though, they always saw right through her lies. When she got older she simply became a bitch, settling for snarky comments about you, Jason, even outright insults. She became part of the typical group of bitches, popular with the guys, bullying other girls for looking too plain, only speaking about make up and boys.

When you asked Jason about how she was awful with him all the time and that it had to be a pain to live with her, he shrugged and said that it wasn't so bad when it was just the two of them, somehow only your presence made her flip.

You were on the porch, remembering all that and praying for her not to be home, you looked in the direction of the driveway : no sign of her car. Good, but it could still be in the garage...

You entered the house and closed the door behind you, it was unlocked, as always. Though, had it been locked, you knew under which rock they kept the spare key in the front yard. The interior was luminous and really quiet. Mr and Ms Ghilligan being at work and not coming back till at least 5 pm, it should only be you and Jason, if Tracey wasn't home. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of the birds outside and a faint noise coming from upstairs, like water running. Someone was taking a shower, and there's no way it could be Tracey, she only takes baths and the bathtub was in the bathroom downstairs.

That horniness from earlier was still almost totally intact, and the recent thought about Jason had made you really curious... You climbed the stairs quietly, and went past the bathroom to check Tracey's bedroom first, you had to be sure. It was locked, fantastic, it meant she was gone, she always left it slightly open when she was home but hated the idea that someone could enter her room while she was gone, someone like you, for example. You went back in the corridor to the bathroom door, the sound of running water was way clearer now. You opened it with **** precautions, trying not to make any noise.

You saw him in the shower, he was not looking in your direction, fortunately. You saw his thin but fit frame, unremarkable. Of course, your eyes were drawn to his crotch. Hmm, he had a nice cock, extremely average in terms of size but you were so horny right now, you started to touch yourself without even realizing it. You were wearing a skirt today, so you had easy access. You ogled him like he was candy even though there was nothing that incredible about him. Just a naked man. Your horniness didn't care about that however, a naked man was still a naked man.

He was rinsing off now, which meant he wasn't going to stay much longer in the shower. You closed the door without a sound and went back downstairs. Your panties were an absolute mess, completely soaked. You waited there, basking in those memories from a moment ago, drowning your panties even more, it was starting to drip down your legs...

You heard the bathroom door opening upstairs and steps heading towards Jason's room, you waited for another excruciating minute and then yelled "Jason ! Are you home ?" like you had just entered the house. He appeared up the stairs, wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.

"Brythe? What are you doing here, what the fuck ?" he asked, genuinely incredulous.

You climbed the stairs while explaining "I know it's still Tuesday, but I don't have any other classes this week so I came home early and I really wanted to see you." That wasn't even a lie, when you think about it.

"What is it? You didn't want to see me? Maybe I'm bothering you? You had planned to work your ass off today and I ruined those plans?" you teased with a smile, knowing full well there was no way it would ever be the case.

He took your teasing as it was, beaming, "Yeah, exactly. Now that you're here we'll have to improve our run on the boltreaver EX instead, what a tragedy..." he said ironically, while walking to his room as you were following him. You both entered the bedroom and you closed the door behind you.

"Jason?" you asked, stopping him as he was about to boot up the console, he turned to face you.

"Yes?"

You looked at him in the eyes and added "I may have some questions for you before..."

Now he was puzzled "Yeah, go ahead, what is it ?" he answered.

"Would you rather have to tell me the absolute truth when I ask questions or always doubt that I'm lying to you when you ask me questions?" you asked.

"Haha, this one's easy, I'll take the former, why would I ever lie to you anyway? Unless you count the sarcasm from earlier as a lie?" You smiled.

"No that wouldn't count as a lie, I knew full well it was ironic and you knew I knew so, not a lie."

He looked at you with a serious look. "Still though, what a weird ass question, and by the looks of it, it seems like you're not done yet," he was right on the money.

As much as you wanted to start transforming him, you wanted to know... "Jason, did you ever think of me sexually? Do you hope to have our relationship be more than 'best friends'?"

He looked calm and answered what was the single most Jason thing ever "Well, yes and no. I... I may have fantasized about it once or twice without seriousness though it never became a full fledged wish. I find you pretty, really pretty. Today you're even prettier, don't know why... You look extremely attractive, like I can't pinpoint the reason, but I can recall that I feel at least 20 or 30 times more attracted than I ever felt, it's so weird... Anyway to keep on answering your question, no, even though I thought about it, it stayed a distant thought and I always saw you as my best friend. Until today that is. Right now, I'm not sure, I..."

You stopped him "thank you Jason, sorry for the question, it occurred to me that I might have been friendzoning you forever without realizing and I had to know..."

His smile returned "It's okay, and it's nice that you're so forward about it, not circonvoluting around the topic for weeks like any girl would... ugh..." then he became serious again "I might have made the things awkward though, telling you about how I felt today seeing you, I dunno why I said all that, I..." again, you stopped him, his cheeks starting to redden.

"It's fine, Jason, don't worry about it" You said that calmly, and with a playful smile that seemed to calm him too. "About that, by the way..." you had his full attention "would you rather always be really attracted to me, your ideal woman's body being mine or" you stopped for a moment, what would be another option? You had to let him choose between that and something equally good for what you had planned or think about something he wouldn't ever pick..."or being attracted by you sister?" you finished your sentence, happy with yourself for that one.

He winced at the idea of picking the second option and chose the first one.

"Hey, by the way, is there a girl you like ? You know, someone you'd like to be with, a crush, maybe?" he blushed a bit and answered.

"Yes well, you know Amanda?" Amanda was one of Tracey's friends, she was one of the "bitches" but maybe the less bitchy of them, you never saw her bullying anyone, and it's the only one of the clique you could talk to though only if the others weren't around, you couldn't deny her beauty either, she was at least a solid 8/10.

"Yeah, I know Amanda", you answered, "so, is it a small crush, a big fantasm, how bad is it?" you asked him with a teasing grin.

"It's pretty bad, I really like her, I... You know... Fantasized about doing things with her a lot..." he was getting redder by the minute "Now though... I... For some reason, I can't see it anymore, I think about her and I see that she's beautiful but... I... I think I like you more ? God you look so perfect, why didn't I see that before ? I feel like all this time I've been lied to by reality itself, it's so bizarre..." he was red as a beat, now and you could see in his shorts that blood wasn't just flowing to his cheeks.

You approached him and put your hand on his shoulder, you planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered "thank you for your honesty" it was another teasing cute sarcasm, as his honesty had been **** by you but he had no way of knowing that, so he returned an awkward smile.

Alright, time for the questions spree ! You wanted a confident dominating strong man, but seeing him embarrassed was so cute it awakened something within you. Or was it just hornyness playing tricks on you ? You could go for your initial plan, or you could go for the timid type, discovering his sexual potential and libido (that you'll make sure are inhumanely amazing). Maybe he'll even turn out to be dominating naturally after all... You could also go for a cute sub...