Perfect Girlfriend Juice, Ch. 01

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Perfect Girlfriend Juice, Ch. 01

by Fidget

“Wait, what do you mean you changed the recipe?” the CEO asked his genius but socially inept lead mixologist.

“Well, I didn’t realize you wanted the drink to actually make a girl into your Perfect Girlfriend, so once I saw your incredibly sexist ad campaign, it inspired me to go back to the drawing board and craft something that would make your dream a reality. Now whenever a girl drinks Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she’ll develop a crush on the first guy she talks to afterward, feel compelled to ask him about his Perfect Girlfriend, and will immediately become whatever she hears him say! What do you think?”

“I didn’t mean it literally! Jesus, Christine, that should be impossible, how on earth did you manage to… you know what, nevermind. At this point it doesn’t even matter. Just get the head of distribution in here so we can start the recall. I just hope no woman actually drank that stuff, or we’re gonna be in for it…”

Cut to Leslie and Dan, two undergrads eating lunch at their local college.

“What’s that?” Leslie asked Dan, pointing to the brightly colored can sitting on his tray as the mousy brunette plopped down next to him on the bench.

“Something called Perfect Girlfriend Juice,” Dan mumbled self-consciously.

“Why would you drink something with a misogynistic name like that??”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me! They were giving out free samples, so I grabbed one before I got a chance to look at it. Here, you can have it then,” he said, thrusting the can at her to demonstrate that he meant nothing by it.

She hmphed a bit as she reluctantly accepted it, before popping the top and hesitantly sniffing the carbonated liquid inside. It smelled like any other energy drink, so Leslie took a tentative sip, and was surprised to discover that it actually tasted pretty good, like tangy bubblegum.

“How is it?”

An odd shiver ran through her body as she looked back up at the sound of his voice, and she suddenly found herself admiring his face more closely than she had in the past, taking in his dark eyes, cute nose, and strong, attractive features. She’d never really thought about Dan this way before, but she had to admit that he was cute, and that she was feeling more and more drawn to him as she continued sipping on the potent, bubbly liquid, and the shivers, now tinged with arousal, continued to travel up and down her spine.

“It’s actually kinda good,” she answered, but as she glanced back down at the can in her hand, still cool and wet with condensation against her fingers, she felt a new curiosity building up inside her, and couldn’t stop from asking, “So, speaking of perfect girlfriends, what kind of girls do you like?”

“Oh, uh, I guess I like cute, girl-next-door kinda girls,” Dan started, embarrassed at the forwardness of the question, especially since he’d always felt a slight attraction to Leslie (along with most other girls, to be fair), and didn’t want to accidentally offend her with his answer. “… who are smart and confident and uh, value self-improvement,” he concluded, looking down at his tray and wondering if he’d said the right thing.

Leslie, however, had focused her attention on his words, free of judgment, open and intensely curious as the information seeped deep into her brain and her body began to discreetly modify itself accordingly. She snapped out of a brief, trance-like state a second later, feeling a bit uncomfortable and out-of-sorts both physically and mentally, but unaware of her changes as her facial features tightened up into a cute, button nose and a welcoming smile.

She noticed Dan’s discomfort and changed the subject. As they chatted, however, Leslie thought her wit felt a bit quicker than usual, and she experienced a warm, giddy sensation at making Dan laugh, feeling an unexpected familiar closeness to her recent acquaintance as her body toned a bit under her clothes to give her pleasant softness some shape and curve.

“Did you do something different with your makeup today?” Dan asked suddenly, aware that something seemed different about his friend’s features. She looked especially cute today, and felt so familiar and easy to talk to, almost like they’d been close for years, instead of only having met a few weeks prior. “It looks good.”

Leslie felt herself blush with pleasure at the compliment, especially coming from Dan, and she practically glowed with happiness as they went their separate ways a few minutes later.

During her next class, despite how frequently her thoughts of Dan filled her body with warm, exciting tingles, Leslie somehow felt much more attentive than she usually did, and with much higher information retention. She was a Psych major, but she’d always felt that the subject matter was just a bit over her head. Apparently that was no longer the case, and Leslie found herself devouring the finer points of the lecture with an ease she’d never felt before.

Not only that, she felt driven by an unfamiliar need to get better at Psych, to see herself making visible improvement in her mastery of the material. In fact, it seemed like she now felt that way about pretty much every aspect of her life. She needed to make herself better, and moreover, she had full confidence that she could do so. And besides, Dan had said that his Perfect Girlfriend valued self-improvement, and she suddenly found herself caring an inordinate amount about what her erstwhile casual acquaintance saw as attractive.

That night, as she looked at her body in front of the mirror, she noticed that the slight physical discomfort she had felt earlier seemed somehow reflected in the face and physique of her reflection. She had noticed that her clothes were fitting her a bit more loosely than usual that afternoon, and now she looked, for lack of a better word, cuter, a bit more petite overall, with boobs that were smaller but somehow perkier, and it seemed like her facial features had softened and even her hair somehow looked more vibrant, giving her an overall vibe of open sweetness that matched how she had felt all day. Especially about Dan.

Over the next few days, as her crush got the better of her, Leslie found herself seeking Dan out more and more often. It was clear they both felt comfortable around each other, as if they’d known each other for years, and their friendship quickly deepened. Dan thought he sensed a bit of chemistry between them, and caught Leslie staring at him a few times when she thought he wasn’t looking, but it was good to have a friend that he felt so close to, and he decided not to make a move.

Every once in a while Leslie would get that irresistible urge to ask Dan about his preferences in women, but each time he answered with the same noncommittal “smart and confident” line that she’d gotten the first time. Even so, Leslie listened just as closely whenever he repeated it, and, unrelatedly, she also noticed that her Psych grades were continuing to improve, and that she was feeling much less anxious around other people than she usually did.

One day, as they walked down the hall together, Leslie noticed that Dan’s head had turned, and that his gaze was intently following the ass of one of the cheerleaders as she bounced her way the other direction.

“Hey Dan!”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled in response, clearly still distracted by the sight of young, firm ass.

“Whacha lookin’ at?” she asked innocently, leaning against his arm.