Jen’s wish wasn’t actually that bad. Pete’s t-shirt was now tight showcasing Petra’s waist and moderate bust. She got some relief from the push-up bra now cradling her breasts. Her jeans were now skinny jeans. Hugging her moderate curves.
Apparently, that was what “kind of sexy” meant. Not that Petra cared as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Flopping unceremoniously on her bed she started sobbing.
She thought perhaps she could smooth things over, or at least get things moving back in the right direction. But she ruined it like she ruined everything. One of her best friends, one who she now loved would only look at her in anger.
Jen would never love her. Petra would forever be alone. The painful ache for companionship felt like a knife being twisted into her chest. She would always feel like this.
Petra briefly contemplated suicide, the pain would go away. But she couldn’t bring herself to even get out of the bed. She wasn’t sure how Karyn and Jen would react but it wouldn’t be good. She couldn’t do that to her two friends.
There was nothing she could do. So, Petra grabbed her pillow and pulled it closer to her stomach, and cried herself to sleep.
