"Like hurry up Jas! We're totes gonna be late for that party at Bryce's tonight if you don't get a move on!"
"Urghh! Calm your tits down sis! You're ruining the mood here! Unlike you, i've got a status to maintain on my Binstagram account...and Bryan will definitely not be able to say no to this! He'll be mine sooner or later!"
It had been a few days since your friend, Jason, had asked you for help regarding his social life. He'd seen his younger sister going out virtually every night to hang with her friends, bravely taking pictures of herself in gaudy attire and sharing them online. He'd wanted a taste of that experience but because of his insecurities and social ineptitude, Jason had never gotten round to the idea of making a Binstagram account or anything of the sort.
That is, until you'd jokingly recommended he go visit a "soothsayer" who'd set up shop recently near the wet markets. Not expecting Jason to actually take your words seriously and pay the elderly lady a visit. After Jason's absence from school for a few days had left you worried, you rushed to open your doors when you heard Jason's signature double-rap knocking, only to be greeted by some young minx dressed in tight fitting clothes that barely contained her bursting breasts and extra wide, childbearing hips as she pulled you in for a hug, blushing as you feel her pillowy tits squish against your chest.
After a short talk and trying not to lay your eyes on her massive boobs wrapped in leopard print cloth, you figured out that the fashionable gyaru sitting with her legs splayed wide open in front of you was the former Jason. the biggest telltale indicators being the mole located on her inner thigh you'd seen on him while changing together in the toilets for P.E lessons and the keepsake bangle you'd gotten for his tenth birthday when the two of you were gullible kids who'd thought it was some magical wish granting device. If that wasn't enough, her brightly decorated phone had his entire messaging history with you, his responses magically changed from proper grammar to emoji spamming and slang terms only a teenaged girl would use.
Jasmine, as the girl now called herself, had no memory of ever being Jason, her pout of confusion and questions about Jason being some hot stud she hadn't screwed at school yet was all you needed to confirm the changes. After a few more failed attempts at getting you to sleep with her, you excuse yourself as you finally usher Jasmine out the front door, needing time alone to process the new information...and the fact that you'd sent your best friend to a witch who'd warped the shy, insecure hunk into some outgoing buxom gyaru that dressed like some prostitute offering herself on the street without a single care in the world.
Returning to the "soothsayer's" shop on your own in the hopes of getting her to undo whatever she'd done to poor Jason, you were out of luck as all you find is a solid brick wall where the creaky oak doors to her small shop once was. Slumped, you head home as your phone vibrates with an incoming message.
You sigh and rub a hand over your weary face as your phone lights up with an image of Jasmine, all smiles as she pulls down her skirt with a fat pink nipple over her creamy brown breasts left exposed as she poses in front of a mirror. You'd welcome the idea of having a girlfriend but someone like Jas? It was going to take a lot of getting used to...and remembering not to respond to messages while in the public eye.
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