Best friend

“Ugh! Hey, Joe! I don't know how it happened" Natasha sighed in annoyance, pulling down on the hem Joe jersey, trying to cover up the black thong that had become visible, and at the same time feeling a bit uncomfortable in it. "Ve... ve vere drunk... I vas upset. It vill not happen again... Zis never happen again, okay?!" she snapped in her strong Russian accent looking at Joseph, who used to be her best friend before Natasha found herself suddenly turned into a woman.

"Oh, come on, Nat. We both know last night wasn’t a mistake. You were upset, sure, but you didn’t seem to mind too much when you were riding my dick," Joe shot back, chuckling, and then, more seriously added, "You know I don’t want it to be a one-time thing, Nat."

"Nyet! Fuck you!" she spat out, crossing her arms under her breasts and frowning at him.

"Fuck me? You've already done that," he laughed. "Several times. And then-"

"Shut up! Just shut up, or I vill break your face, ya got it?" she yelled, raising a fist. 'God, he's fucking crazy. He knows that I'm Greg!' she thought, not understanding the situation. "And stop calling me zat damn name! It's not my name!"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. But I gotta say, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Natsy, but you always acted like you weren't interested. And when suddenly yesterday you turned up at my door, completely drunk and wearing the most provocative clothes you could find, I just couldn't pass up such a chance, you know?" he winked and approached her.

“Of course it vas mistake! You think I enjoy this?” she snapped, her heavy accent making the words sound clumsy. “I wake up, and suddenly I care about shoes! Shoes, Joe! You know how stupid this is? I see heels, and I think… hmm, that would look good with red dress I saw.” Her face flushed with both anger and humiliation, but she couldn’t stop herself. “And bag! Oh, beautiful Louis Vuitton… Argh!"

"Well, Natasha." He reached out and touched her hair, and she flinched. "Maybe enough of this nonsense about you being some kind of, um..."

She slapped his hand away. "Greg! Ve were best friends! I vas Greg, and I liked it. But now... I have boobs!" Joe hugged her around the waist and pulled her to him "Don't touch me! Don't you dare!" she hissed, trying to pull away, but he was far stronger than her. "Are you a complete idiot? I'm just like you! I used to have dick! You like fuck guys!?"

"You're just crazy, but I like it. You know, Natsy," Joe said softly, ignoring her insults, "I liked you as soon as you and your parents moved here from Moscow 3 years ago, I'm not lying."

"I'm American! I'm man! You are crazy! Ve have known each other since childhood! Ve used to fight together, man. Play sports. Fuck girls!"

"I think you're just confusing yourself, Nat. You were never a boy. Maybe you took some drugs and imagined it?" he released her and walked over to the table, picked up an open pack of cigarettes and lit one. "And then believed that bullshit," he continued, taking a puff with grin.

'Damn, yesterday he said he believed me, the horny son of a bitch!' She clenched her fists angrily. Her gaze fall to her dress that lay in a pile of clothes near the bed. 'It was a mistake to get dressed in it.' She blushed, remembering the events of the previous evening. 'But it so damn comfortable and cool! I remember seeing the same thing at a fashion show in Paris... Ugh! No! This is stupid, why do I think of this?'

"Do you want me to buy you something? Or go shopping with you?" he offered, and she turned to him with a surprised expression. Her heart jumped with joy. 'Of course I do! I want a new dress, shoes, a bag and-' she shook her head and frowned.

"Nyet!" Natasha yelled, not understanding what was happening to her. 'What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about it? This is stupid... But why would I refuse such a great offer?' she thought, and, blushing even more, added, "You can take me to mall, but only if you buy me things I like, got it?" she muttered, unable to resist the urge to have something stylish.

"Of course, Natsy," Joe grinned "Will you be my girl?! I will spoil you rotten, you will see," he added, taking another puff.

'Girl?' Natasha gasped in horror, but, to her own surprise, she feeling excited although she tried not to show it and turned away. 'Girl... his girlfriend?! I... No, of course not! I'm not going to be anyone's girl, you horny, sick bastard!' She turned to face him. 'Although, this means he would buy me a lot of expensive things, and...' she blushed at the thought of him being her girlfriend, looking at the window thoughtfully.