How my best friend made me lesbian👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

My best friend Mira and I have been best friends since elementary school. We went through our entire school days together and now we even study together! She came out as a lesbian when she was about 16. That was never a problem for me - after all, she was my friend. She's a pretty girl, yet I'm only attracted to boys.

However, Mira has been exchanged for a few months. She hangs out with shady people and I don't know exactly what that's all about. I've spoken to her about it a few times, but she always avoided it. One evening we lay in my bed with me and just watched a normal movie, so I promised her:

"No matter what happens, I'm here for you." I said to her. She hugged me, but when I looked into her eyes afterwards, she looked at me with a strange twinkle that I had never seen in her eyes before. At the time, I didn't think about it.

Today we have arranged to drink wine in her apartment. I am there first because she has lectures longer than I do. With the key she gave me, I open the door to her apartment and make myself comfortable. After about an hour I get bored and start cleaning up her apartment.

I open a drawer under her bed and suddenly I see all sorts of strange things: Strange candles, gold jewelry, feathers and more weird stuff. However, one thing grabs my attention: a doll that looks like me!

I close the drawer again. My birthday is coming up, maybe she made this for me. The rest of the evening goes normally, we drink a wine or two together and sometime late in the evening I go home.

I'm lying in bed and suddenly I have a problem that I never have otherwise: I can't fall asleep. But not because I'm not tired or because I'm distracted. Oddly enough, I can't keep my hands off me.

I start touching myself gently. At first my mind is filled with handsome boys, but they are starting to change. Suddenly it's boys with boobs. After that, no more boys. Very aroused, half asleep, I don't think about it at all and just enjoy the moment until I come and sink into a deep sleep.

7.30 am. My alarm is ringing. Today I have lectures all morning. On the train to the university I text Mira "Hey... I really enjoyed it with you yesterday..." I don't usually write things like that, but I really enjoyed it.

Mira replies with a one-time picture: a selfie of herself lying in bed. Suddenly that feeling was there again. This arousal. I can just hold myself back: After all, there are people everywhere on the train.

It's like a bewitchment: I can't concentrate on my studies all day at the university. There's one thing I can't get out of my head. Or rather, one person: Mira. Around noon I can't stand it any longer and write to her if I can come over later.

She replies that this is not a problem and that she would be happy. From that moment on, the anticipation for the afternoon grew. I make my way to her directly after university. To my surprise, she opened the door relatively lightly dressed and hugged me.

She explains herself: since she doesn't have any lectures today or goes out anyway, she sees no point in getting dressed. She sits down on her bed and pulls something out from under her pillow: My doll!

I look at her in confusion and she explains, "For the last few months I've been looking for a way to make my dream come true. That's when I stumbled upon voodoo magic!" I was about to tell her what nonsense that was when she sprinkled some kind of purple powder over my doll.

There it was again. That lust. This irresistible arousal. I just look at her while blushing all over. I instinctively fall to my knees in front of her, my hand already between my legs. She spreads her legs and now right in front of my face is what I so desire.

Boys no longer interest me. i just want her. She grabs my head and presses it against her. Suddenly she begins to speak words in a foreign language that I don't understand. But I don't care. I lick her until she climaxes and I get more and more aroused.

That's been three years ago now. Since then I have loved Mira more than anything. We have fun together every day - sometimes with magic and sometimes without. I can no longer imagine life without her.