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The Body Whisperer

The Body Whisperer

by Fidget

Amanda sighed in sadness and frustration after yet another unsuccessful night at the club, slouching against her door as her keys once again missed the lock. She grimaced as they banged into the wood almost a foot below their intended target, before resignedly taking her time to focus her attention on opening the door properly. Once safely inside her apartment the petite brunette dropped into what was usually her favorite chair, though now she almost hated the wide, endless expanse of cold leather against her thin legs and waist as it threatened to swallow her tiny, 4'8" frame entirely. She shivered from the chill that seemed to permanently follow her small body through life, and wrapped herself up in a blanket as her phone buzzed.

As expected, it was her best friend Jane.

How did it go??

Same as usual...

she sent back, her fingers feeling like needles against the massive screen of the device, which felt like it was practically the size of her face.

I'm coming right over!

Amanda sighed again, knowing that her gorgeous friend's presence would just make her feel worse at this point, but once her extroverted friend got an idea in her head, nobody could change her mind. And the company would be nice.

Ten minutes later Jane burst through the door with a pint of Amanda's favorite ice cream, dropped onto the couch, and smiled understandingly at her small, mousy friend.

When Amanda was younger she had always felt supremely ...

... self-confident and assertive, like Jane, but those feelings had waned over the years due to the constant social punishment she faced for acting the way that felt most natural to her, especially with guys. Everyone insisted on treating her as though she were dainty and breakable because of the way she looked, and over time she had become more shy and introverted, not because that's who she was, but because that's who everyone insisted she be.

Everyone but Jane, that is. Amanda's best friend had inarguably won the genetic lottery. Tall and leggy, and with a slim waist that flared into a voluptuous ass and a glorious rack, Jane's centerfold looks had been making Amanda jealous ever since they'd met in college almost a decade before. The two had hit it off immediately, and for some reason Jane of all people had always loved her just the way she was, and always went out of her way to encourage Amanda to be just as brash and rowdy as she felt like being. In fact, the only times Amanda ever really felt like herself was when she was with Jane.

Jane was still far more outgoing than even Amanda was (with her looks, how could you

not

be?), and, though she was currently between boyfriends, she practically always had a chiseled hunk wrapped around her little finger. This never ceased to fill Amanda with jealousy, both for her friend's body and popularity, of course, but also for some other reason that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Amanda, on the other hand, had never ...