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But, maybe then her short, frizzy mop of brown hair would look better on her at least? Valerie took the time every morning to remind herself of this one fact, even if it did little to comfort her anymore. Haha," she laughed dryly, "Whatever," she went back to the chat. And, a voice whispered at the back of her mind, if it was real then she wouldn't just be a plain jane anymore. What if she had tits like volleyballs, or an ass made to be worshipped, and legs that seemed to go on forever, or lips that made a pornstars' seem inadequate, or... Calm down, she told herself, but her subconscious pushed one last idea on her; what if Ashley went back to being her meek little sister? She returned her attention to her laptop and saw the ritual website still up, "Become what you always wanted to be," she read under her breath. Her last nightmare had been when she was 8 and her favourite teddy bear had disappeared. Nonetheless, she bolted upright with sweat clinging tight to her body, matting her hair and clothes to her skin.
Her pitiful social life had led to her having ample amounts of free time. I'll take a look through, BUT if I don't find anything interesting I'm not doing it. She couldn't resist cracking a wide smirk at the thought of everyone's jaw collectively dropping tomorrow. Her fantasy body conjured itself before her mind's eye once more, dancing and swaying hypnotically. Valerie panted heavily and turned on her bedside lamp.
She could feel Ashley's nipples poking into her, hard and ready.
Valerie smiled satisfactorily and lowered her head even further.
"I'm yours." Just as before, Valerie snapped back to reality. It was like one of those movies, where they fake out the audience with a bunch of dream sequences. Her nimble fingers soon brought her to the site she needed, "Just get it over with Val and go back to sleep," Valerie breathed.
Her hand jolted away from her pussy just before her fingers could penetrate. She moved quickly and quietly through her house to get a can of paint.
One of her friends, someone by the username Xxdarkassassinx X666, suddenly posted a link to what looked like a satanic website. Valerie's imagined-self took Ashley's face in her face and urged her to her feet.
The cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, goths and emo kids, and even the occasional drifter able to flit from one clique to the next. He had been the only guy she had so much as glanced at without feeling the dreadful need to hide or flee or shrivel up into a ball, and naturally he had turned her down. Since when had being too simple ever been a problem to a guy?
She was in a chatroom with several internet friends, all of which she didn't know the real names or genders of. She had pondered the chance that they were all paedophiles or lecherous old men, but she decided it didn't matter for the time being. Valerie couldn't help but think of how pitiful her sister looked with her measly DD breast size.
She wasn't dumb enough to agree to meet anyone from the internet, nor did she want to dwell on such a repulsive thought. Her mind rested atop her crotch now as if waiting for a signal.
Frustration didn't begin to cover how this made her feel. She didn't need glasses, nor did she have any desire to bathe once a month to get the look down. "Bitch," Valerie spat and let herself flop down atop her pillows.
Nor did she have any serious allergies, asthma or freckles. Awesome, there's one here that says it'll make me super smart. Her mind returned to her dream unbidden, images and scenes playing before her eyes. It wasn't simply strangers who stopped and gawked in awe, no, the cheerleaders from school were amongst them.
Valerie leaned down until her imagined bee-stung lips were centimetres away from Ashley's own less enticing pair.