The best friend

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My name is Sophie Cambers, or at least that's what I used to be called before everything changed for the better. I'm that girl who always had all the money in the world, but never the body I deserved. At 24 years old, with my straight brunette hair and my figure as thin as a stick, without curves worth mentioning, no one looked at me twice. But I didn't need looks to be powerful; I had my extroversion, my wit, and above all, my secret: black magic. I was a beginner, yes, but ambitious. 

 

 

And then there was Denis Vonrad, my "best friend." Blonde, also 24 years old, with a sexy figure that made men drool, beautiful like a goddess, but so shy that she hid under layers of baggy clothes and a behavior that screamed "don't notice me." Poor, living in a miserable apartment, but with that natural beauty that I always envied in silence. Why did she have that and not me?

 

It was unfair, and I knew it from the first day we met at university.It all started in that group project for the comparative literature class. 

 

There were three of us: Denis, me, and Thomas Mutchet, a 25-year-old guy, a university student like us, with piercing eyes and a smile that could melt ice. Thomas was the kind of man everyone wanted: intelligent, athletic, with a promising future. 

 

Denis and I were already inseparable since the first semester; she was my shy shadow, always listening to my extroverted craziness while I dragged her to parties she hated. "Sophie, I don't know if I should go," she always said in that soft voice, lowering her gaze.

 

I convinced her, of course, because it amused me to see her uncomfortable, hiding that enviable figure under oversized sweaters.

In the group, Thomas was the glue; he organized meetings in the library, proposed brilliant ideas. At first, it was all professional, but soon I noticed how his eyes drifted toward Denis. He looked at her with subtle desire, commenting on her contributions with a warmer tone. "Denis, that interpretation is great," he would say, and she would blush, murmuring a barely audible "thanks."For my part, I fell head over heels in love with Thomas from the first week. He was perfect for me: ambitious, handsome, and I could offer him the world with my fortune. But he didn't see me that way. No, his eyes always returned to Denis, that shy blonde who noticed nothing. 

 

How could she be so blind? I boiled with envy inside. Why her, with her poverty and introversion, capturing his attention effortlessly? I tried everything to win him over. I started with casual invitations: "Thomas, want to grab a coffee after the meeting? I'll pay." He accepted, but his conversations always drifted to Denis. "She's so quiet, but smart, don't you think?" I smiled falsely, responding: "Yes, she's my best friend, but a bit boring, right? I'm more fun."

 

I bought him expensive gifts: a designer watch, ...

 

 ...  concert tickets. 

 

I invited him to my mansion to "study," where I deployed my extroverted charm, laughing loudly, touching him casually. After months of effort, it seemed to work. 

 

One night, after a luxurious dinner I organized, he kissed me. "Sophie, you're incredible," he murmured. 

But I knew the truth: deep down, he still thought about Denis. I saw it in his distracted eyes, in how he subtly asked about her.I couldn't stand it anymore. 

One night, after a study session where Thomas couldn't stop looking at Denis, I confronted him in private. "Thomas, I know you feel something for Denis. Don't deny it." He blushed, stammering: "Sophie, it's not that... I like you now." Liar. That's when I confessed my secret. "Listen, love. I practice black magic. I'm a beginner, but if you support me, I'll do everything possible to match Denis's beauty. I'll be perfect for you." His eyes widened. "Black magic? Are you crazy?" But I saw the spark of curiosity, of ambition. "If you help me, I'll be yours forever." He hesitated, but then kissed me passionately. "Okay, Sophie. I support you."

I started with simple spells: potions to enhance my figure, rituals at dawn to change my appearance. Nothing worked. 

 My body remained thin, without curves, while Denis continued to be that hidden goddess. 

The abuse of black magic began to take its toll. My skin wrinkled, my hair turned gray prematurely. I looked like a 50-year-old woman in a matter of weeks.

Thomas begged me: "Sophie, stop. I love you as you are. You don't need this." Love me? Ha. He loved the idea of me, but not my body. "No, Thomas. I'll do it for us." I didn't give up. I tried a final spell, knowing that if it failed, it would be the end of my life. 

Already aged, with deep wrinkles and trembling hands, I performed it in my dark basement, surrounded by black candles and ancient symbols. The pain was excruciating, but it worked.

 My spirit detached, turning me into a ghost, ...

 

... and I possessed Denis's body while she slept in her miserable apartment. Her soul... well, it disappeared. I felt no guilt.  

 

 

 None. I always envied her: her perfect blonde, her sexy curves, how Thomas desired her without her deserving it. Now, all that was mine. I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time: "Oh, God! I always wanted to be blonde. Look at this figure... I'm a goddess." I laughed wickedly, touching my new face. "Denis, poor fool, you never knew what you had. Now it's mine, and I'm proud. Look at these curves! This beauty! I envied you so much, and now I've stolen everything from you."I was ecstatic to be young and attractive again. I didn't waste time.

 

 

I went shopping, renewing everything. Goodbye to Denis's baggy clothes; I bought tight and revealing outfits: low-cut tops, short skirts, leggings that hugged my curves.

  

Expensive jewelry: diamond necklaces, rings that sparkled. High leather boots that made me feel powerful. I went to beauty centers: manicure, pedicure, a treatment for my beautiful blonde hair, now styled in perfect waves. I walked through the city streets with shopping bags hanging from my arms, feeling like a goddess. The men's stares... finally! They turned their heads, whistled. "Yes, look at me! This is what I always deserved," I thought, strutting. The envy I felt for Denis turned into pure pride. "She hid it, but I'll show it off. This body is mine now, and I'll use it as it should be."

The last stop was with my uncle, a prestigious lawyer. "Uncle, I need to transfer all my money to Denis Vonrad's account and legally change my name to Sophie Vonrad." He didn't ask much; money talks. In a week, I adapted completely. I lived in my mansion, but with this new body.

I sent Thomas an invitation: "Come to my mansion tonight. I miss you. Sophie."Thomas arrived, confused. He thought I had died from the black magic abuse; I hadn't contacted him in days

I descended the stairs, transformed: tight clothes highlighting my curves, shining jewelry, perfect blonde hair. I threw myself at him, kissing him wildly. "I missed you so much, love."He stepped back, surprised. "What's wrong with you, Denis? Have you gone crazy?"I laughed like a madwoman, handing him my new ID: "Sophie Vonrad."His eyes widened. "Wow, is it true? Sophie? Is that you?""Yes, love. It's me. I missed you so much. The spell worked."At first, he felt bad. "But... what happened to Denis? Poor girl..."He forgot that quickly. My extroverted personality in this goddess body captivated him. "It doesn't matter, love. Now I'm perfect. Don't you love it?" I kissed him again, and he gave in, enchanted.

We got ready to celebrate. I descended the stairs in a beautiful fur coat over my shoulders, jewelry adorning my neck. "Look at this, Thomas. This body was Denis's, but now it's mine. I always envied her, her blonde, her curves... and now I have it all... I'm a goddess" We got into the limousine, ...

 

 ... heading to the most exclusive club in the city. We danced all night, me showing off my new form, him by my side. I felt no guilt for stealing my "best friend's" body. She didn't deserve it; I did. And now, everything was mine.