Forbidden fruit under my roof

Maxime lived with Irene for some years. She was a nice girl, but she was not quite to the liking of the young man. They were not friends either. At most they had a cordial understanding.

Until the day when, returning from holidays with his parents, the student fell face to face in his kitchen with a gorgeous unknown. At first surprised (and excited), she explained that she was Irene. During the holidays, she had slept with a man who had infected her with the beauty virus.

Maxime assured him that his illness did not call the collocation into question. It was difficult, however, for the young man to live with a forbidden fruit so appetizing under the same roof.

Perfect for me

Aurore and Julien knew each other since elementary school and had since built a deep and solid complicity. So muchthat everyone could said they were perfect for each other. Only, there was a problem: Julien had no physical attraction for Aurore.
When he told her he was afraid of hurting her. Yet she smiled.

"I knew you would tell me that, but I have the solution"

Astonished, Julien listened while Aurore grabbed a medallion in his pocket and handed it to her.

"Do not laugh at Julien," she said, "and I'm very serious about it: the medallion in your hand is magic, it turns whatever you want into your fantasy, the only thing is that you can not use it for yourself.
- Huh ?!
- Remember my ex, Eddy? If we stayed so long together, it's that the nights at home, I transformed it into a look-alike Christian Grey. Dude, I've been sleeping with Christian GRAY's look-alike !!! "

Julien would have liked to believe that she was crazy but he knew her friend enough to know that she was lucid and did not lie.

"All you have to do, Julien, is to imagine a hot girl as you're holding this medallion. Then I put it on and ... you will not believe your eyes, trust me!"

Julien decided to try. He had nothing to lose afterwards.

"Just ... avoid the bimbo cliché with oversized tits!
"I'm sure I will not think of it now, as you tell me," Julien said ironically. Let me concentrate! "

The young man concentrated on the image he could have of a pretty girl: hair, face, body ... Then he handed the medallion to Aurore.

"OK, let's see what your fantasies look like!"

As soon as Aurore had donned the medallion, the object began to shine and this gleam quickly encompassed the body of its wearer. When she disappeared, Julien gasped. In front of him was the daughter of her dreams: physically to her liking to be her lover and with the personality of her best friend.

"I bet you're pleased. Trust me, I like your taste !"