The Body Whisperer - Sex Stories

The Body Whisperer

... been able to hold a boyfriend for long. She wanted to, but whenever she finally succeeded in having a few successful dates, something inevitably began to feel... off, somehow. Plus, her true boisterous, confident personality would inevitably begin to shine through the cracks of her mask, and the guy would quickly get weirded out and split. Her looks and stick-figure body certainly didn't help on the boyfriend front, either, though she didn't seem able to let that stop her. Amanda always found herself going after the hottest guys in the room anyway, just knowing somehow that

they

should be the ones drooling over how unattainable

she

was, but then she'd inevitably get rejected again, and return home to be surprised and disappointed by the small, shapeless, almost boyish figure she had to face in the mirror, alone.

"Why can't I be more like you, Jane??" Amanda lamented, as she so often would after being shot down by yet another guy. "You're so perfect! No wonder guys always love you!"

"It's not as perfect as you think," Jane responded with a strangely dark look, before her beautiful face brightened again in an effort to cheer her friend up. "And you're gorgeous, Amanda! Any guy would be

lucky

to have you!"

"Don't patronize me, Jane. I know what I look like. Still, I dunno, I just feel like something's

wrong

with me," Amanda responded helplessly. "Like this isn't really me, like I was always supposed to be more like

you

, or something, ...

... but I just came out wrong somehow." Amanda's attention focused on Jane's perfect physique, her slim waist and tight, bubbly ass shown off to perfection by her skintight workout pants, making Amanda feel like even more of a shapeless blob as her tiny body took up less than half of her chair. Ten years ago Amanda would have sat in the middle of the cushion, letting her presence fill the space her tiny body couldn't, but life and experience had beaten her down, and so now she huddled against one arm, taking up as little space as possible.

"Ok, that's enough of this," Amanda muttered gruffly as she opened her ice cream, just wanting the conversation to go somewhere else so she wouldn't have to keep thinking about how unhappy she was with herself. "I'm going get a spoon. Do you want anything?" Amanda asked as she stood up, her head still somehow below her friend's even though Amanda was standing and Jane was still seated with her irritatingly perfect posture on the couch. When Amanda turned toward the kitchen, however, she noticed that light was filtering out through the doorframe.

That's odd

, she thought to herself.

I never leave the light on

.

When she turned the knob and opened the door, however, it quickly became clear that she had not, in fact, left the kitchen light on.

"Jane?"

"Yes?"

"I, uh, I think you better come see this!"

Her tall friend hopped up and bounded over to her side, and Amanda heard her

gasp

as she too looked through what ...