With living separately came the dirty texts/pics and talk of our fantasies. The threesome was obviously one of them. We both agreed we should have two...- 1 with a guy and 1 with a girl. Keep it fair ;-)Anyway, me and my best mate had been out on the town and he had shared a bed with me. I woke up feeling still drunk and horny, and he was still passed out. I started messaging my gf and it got real dirty when she asked to come round. I had to say no because my best mate was there.... 5 minutes. I couldn't believe how many different ways it described my body. Everything had some kind of figure telling how it currently stood, but if I clicked on it I could re-enter it.Let's take this slow, I thought. I clicked on "height." I scaled it back from six feel to five feet, one inch, and hit enter. I felt myself shrink down in my chair until I was only an inch over five feet tall.Oh my god, it works, I thought as I clicked on another menu. "Weight" this time, since I was almost a foot shorter. As I leave to meet up with her, I remember the first night we met.*I had been feeling lonely that night and just wanted to get dolled up and go out, even though it’s very unlike me. I dressed up in a white, floral halter dress and headed out for the evening, expecting to be back home in a couple hours. As soon as I arrived, I had regretted going. I didn’t want any attention on me. I had sat at the empty bar top, away from everyone else sitting in their booths. When the bartender handed me my. . ever. Not even when Sara would be driving me crazy. I was so scared hearing you tell about Afghanistan and how you could have been killed, then so mad at you for the way you were acting...”“To tell you the truth ... it actually felt good to be able to hit someone who needed hitting as much as you did that day,” she answered. “In fact, it felt so good ... I wanted to see if it would feel as good the second time, but my left hand was hurting too bad, so I used my right hand.”Again, I didn’t say.