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When your best friend has relationship problems you end up as his wife or girlfriend.
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Chapter #3

Option 2

    by: EternallyLostAuthor Author IconMail Icon
"Well obviously you'd be a whole lot shorter," he mused looking as thoughtful as a drunk man can. "Barely push five feet..."

"Come on dude, even as a girl I wouldn't be that small," I rolled my eyes.

"Have you seen your Mom? She's tiny! You're lucky you got your build from your dad. So the female you would be a petite thing with just those small curves, ya know?" he noted stubbornly before trailing off on his thoughts a bit. "Big tits and asses on tiny girls just look wrong..."

"Hm," I filled another shot as i tried to picture it. Will wasn't wrong, but it was crazy to consider. He'd always been a pretty tall, decently built guy, but if he'd taken after his mom's genes instead things could have been pretty different. "I guess I can see that. I'm surprised you'd be interested in that, didn't think the small girls were your type. It was always athletes and bombshells..."

"I never really tried it out before," he muttered before taking a shot and hissed slightly at the burn. He sighed looking a bit wistful. "It would nice to have a girl that needs me, ya know... someone to hold." he offered a crooked smile. "And if it was you I'd know I could count on you if I need the support..." the alcohol must really be getting to him was starting to get mushy, best bring it back to the silly thought experiment.

"Oh, you think if you made me into a short girl I'd just be swayed by your hugeness and swoon in your arms." I teased with a smirk getting a chuckle out of him. "Short girls get get by just fine."

"Even to get to the top shelves?" he shot back jovially.

"That's what step stools are for." I fired back immediately before taking my own shot. Will let out a good laugh out of him. That's what i wanted to hear. As stupid as this was it at least seemed to be cheering him up.

"A girl with some spunk, I can dig that."

"So anything else about this dream me?"

"Some nice blond ha-"

"Oh no, you're NOT turning me into a Blond."

"Oh come on you asked."

"But there's no way female me would go blond. I like my hair color, Brunette all the way."

"Hmph I guess you would look weird if you got a dye job." he smirked picturing it. "But it would need to be long, I wouldn't budge on that."

"Eh, I guess long hair is fine." I shrugged, Long hair could be a pain to take care of but will wasn't the only one with a thing for long haired girls. "That all?"

"I guess... the important thing is you'd still be you. Just in a smaller, cuter package." he leaned back on the couch and we both fell into a companionable silence as we finished out drinks. More drinks flowed as the topic switched to more of the mundane day to day fair... Before long the bottle was gone.

"Thanks man..." he said suddenly as he but the empty glass down. "I know this was silly but it was nice to get my mind of things for a little bit."

"No problem Dude," I clasped him lightly on the back, leaving my hand on his shoulder for a moment. "I'm sure the right girl is out there for you."

"I hope so..." he sighed and stood a little wobbly. "I really should get going. where did I put my keys."

"Oh hell no," I should up and stood between him in the door. "Not like that, you take the couch tonight. Neither of us are in the state to go anywhere." I held firm and he slowly stumbled back until he fell back to the couch.

"Fine..." he grumbled. I retrieved one of the spare blankets and pillows but even before I could return he'd passed out sitting up. He had the right idea. tossing the pillow aside I covered Will in the Blanket turned of the light.

"...G'night Will." there was no reply aside from his soft breathing.

I stumbled over to my bed room clumsily tossing aside my pants and socks but not even bothering with my shirt. Face-planting awkwardly into the bed, one foot still hanging off the bed. I shifted myself only enough to get under the blanket and pulled the closest pillow toward me before sleep claimed me as well...

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