A Simple Change: Change series

By J.L. Ostle

My name is Alison, I am a goody, goody. I follow the rules, I work hard and study while everyone else parties and hooks up. I'm ok with that, I'm used to it. My life isn't simple though, I have a secret-I'm in love with my next-door neighbor, my best friend Kyle Jacobs.

Kyle Jacobs is popular, hot, wanted by every girl in school. I am the exact opposite, I'm invisible, unnoticed, I haven't even kissed a boy.

One girly weekend to a spa for a makeover changes everything. I start getting noticed, even Kyle is starting to act differently around me.

Somebody though doesn't like this new change, doesn't like how Kyle and I are blurring the lines from friendship to something more.

New adult contemporary romance with mature content. Recommended for 17+ due to mature language and adult situations

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.L. Ostle
• Release date: Jul 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201299286

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Dedication to

My little family, thank you for being there for me and supporting me

A Simple Change

Copyright 2015 J.L. Ostle

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to peoples either living or deceased is purely coincidental. Names, places, and characters are figments of the author's imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work.

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Chapter 1

Honey, it’s time to get your cute little butt out of bed. Errrr, why does she have to be so cheerful this time of the morning? It is too early to be that happy. I’m too warm and snuggled in my blanket to move. Think I will just have five more minutes, what harm can it do?

I mean it, my mother yells at me from down the hall. God, she knows me too well. When I was younger, I use to think my mother was psychic, but I soon learned I was that predictable.

With a groan, I get up and decide I need a nice warm shower to wake me up. I knew if I wasn’t downstairs in fifteen minutes my mother would just nag until the cows came home. My mother is my best friend, we are very close. She is the same height as me, same long brown hair, green eyes, same build, and thankfully I’ve inherited the big boobs as well. I was a late bloomer, but I appreciate what I got in the end. My mother, Grace, in the mornings, is the enemy. She thinks that just because she can get up at the crack of dawn with no hassle, so can we. She doesn’t realize I’m not her, I love sleep too much. When it comes to sleeping, there are my dreams, and trust me, my dreams aren’t PG-13. No, my dreams are like soft porn. I’ve never had sex, I’ve never even kissed a boy. I’ve seen movies and read about most things through my adult romance novels, so I have a pretty good idea on what’s what. It gives me enough imagination to keep me going through my dreamland.

I head into my bathroom I turn on the shower and wait until it gets to the right temperature before taking off my sleepwear, my best friend Kyle’s old T-shirt that he gave me. When he got bigger, broader, he was going to throw away some of his clothes, but I took the T-shirts to use for sleepwear. I think it’s a waste to throw them away, plus I like knowing I’m wearing what was once his. I discard the rest of my clothing and put it in the hamper before jumping in the lovely hot shower to wash my body and hair.

After ten minutes, I’m out. I wrap a towel around myself and then I dry the fogged-up mirror. Looking at my reflection briefly, I quickly look away. I know I’m not ugly, but sometimes I don’t like looking at myself. I blame my own personal bully Savannah Reynolds. For years, she’s been making my life miserable. You know the normal bully sayings; you’re ugly, you look like a boy, Kyle doesn’t really like you, he feels sorry for you. The list goes on, but she has always made fun about how I look. Back when I was fourteen, I was the only girl that didn’t develop her breasts like most of the other girls in class. Savannah had to point it out. I was made fun of for most of the year, but it stopped when my breasts did start to come in. From that moment on I wore shirts or jumpers that were two sizes too big to hide my frame, jeans or trousers that were baggy, never tight. I never wear dresses, skirts or shorts. I’m not doing this to hide my body. Well, okay, maybe I am, but I’m mainly doing it as I don’t want people judging me on how my body looks. I don’t care what they think of my fashion sense, as fashion isn’t me, my body is me, and I won’t give anyone ammo to make fun of it.

I brush my hair and tie it up in a low ponytail, leaving it wet as I haven’t got time to dry it. I don’t wear makeup, so don’t need to waste any time doing that. I put on my glasses. I don’t need to wear them except to read and write, but I feel more comfortable wearing them. I feel naked sometimes when I’m not wearing them. Weird, I know. Walking back into my bedroom, I look through my closet and decide on one of Kyle’s old black T-shirt that says ‘keep on moving’ bolded in white font on the front, and my favorite baggy black jeans with my black converse. I dress comfortably and that’s how I like it. Before leaving my bedroom, I take my school bag that is in the corner near my door, my phone, and keys. There, I’m ready as I’m ever going to be.

I walk down the stairs into the kitchen where my dad is sitting at the table drinking his coffee and reading the paper in his gray suit. My mom is cleaning the dishes in her yellow and white summer dress. Very American family. I walk to my dad and kiss him on the cheek before sitting down next to him where my mother has made me my favorite, pancakes.

Morning, princess, ready for school? my dad asks before he sets the paper down and drinks the last of his coffee. My dad has always called me his little princess. I’m not embarrassed by it, I love that he calls me it.

Yeah, I’m ready. Why does school have to start so early? Think we need to have a school meeting, and take a vote on starting school at like ten in the morning. I smile and start to dig into my pancakes. God, these are heaven.

Mom, these are amazing, thank you, I say with my mouth full of pancakes, but I don’t care, they are that good, moan-worthy even.

Don’t talk with your mouth full, but you’re welcome, I say sorry before finishing what’s left on my plate. Mom giggles watching me. Yes, I must be that amusing to watch right now, looking like I haven’t eaten in months. I love food, what can I say.

Anyway, princess, if school started later that means you would have to stay in school until later. That doesn’t make much sense, does it? Dad stands up, taking his empty plate and cup to the sink, placing a kiss on mom’s lips before walking into the living room to start getting everything he needs before he goes to work. My dad is head manager at Valliant’s offices. He’s very good at what he does. My mother is a stay at home mom, but my dad brings home enough money so we can live comfortably in this three-bedroom house that my parents have done up over the years to make it homely for all of us.

Dad, you always know how to ruin a dream, I yell to him. I stand up to take my plate to the sink and quickly down my orange juice that was set down for me too. I quickly kiss mom on the cheek, then head to the door to get a lift to school from Kyle. My mom and dad say their goodbyes before my dad is out the door and getting in his car to go to work. I sit on the tire swing that sits in front of my house while I wait.

Okay, a little about Kyle. Kyle is my next-door neighbor. My best friend. We have known each other since we were three years old when his parents moved here from Detroit. We did everything together, from making mud pies to wrestling on the grass over who was stronger. Kyle has always been protective of me. When he heard, Savannah was making fun of me about my nonexistent boobs, he told me that he would avenge my honor.  It was so cute at the time. Took about a week until he found out some interesting gossip. In the middle of the playground, he walked up to her, pretending he was showing interest, then in the blink of an eye he pulled out toilet paper from her bra. It was so funny seeing the shocked look on her face. He told her not to mess with me again, but that just fueled her anger towards me. You would think though that people would start to taunt her, but oh no, she made sure that she stayed on top in the popular crowd. She slept with David and Ryder, two of the popular guys in school that were a year above us. She even had a major party at her house. This helped keep her queen bee status. Sometimes life isn’t fair. She continued to go through the guy ladder. To this day, she still wants Kyle for herself even after what he did, but that never stopped her. He rejects her all the time, but she can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Continuing to wait on the swing, I can’t help but smile. Even though we have joined different circles, he belongs in the popular group. And me? Well, I’m invisible and he is still my best friend. There is a little problem, though – I’m kind of in love with him. I think I fell for him after he tried to defend my honor, maybe sooner. The snide comments back then from Savannah didn’t stop, but it was nice that he tried. He doesn’t know that Savannah still hassles me, but I don’t want him to keep fighting my corner. I need to learn to toughen up, plus I just try to ignore her. If she does get too much, my other best friend Lex sticks up for me and defends me. Kyle is what every girl wants in a guy; he’s funny, smart, caring and he is absolutely gorgeous. He has lovely dark blue eyes that you can’t help but melt into. Lovely brown hair that’s a little long, long enough you know you can run your fingers through it. The best part is that he has very soft looking, kissable lips. Never kissed him, but I just know. His body is amazing. I’ve seen Kyle with no shirt on and, O.M.G., he’s all toned with a six pack and you can see the V, the sexy V as Lex calls it. Sometimes I can’t help but stare when I see his half naked body. With that, I have to knock some sense into my head before Kyle realizes that I am in LaLa Land when he comes out. He would definitely be mayor in my LaLa Land. Let’s just say if you saw him you would want to jump him. Kyle is normally the leading man in my dreams, fulfilling all my dirty little needs. It’s a good thing that he has never caught on to how I feel about him. Even Lex, who I tell everything to, doesn’t know how I feel for Kyle. I know it’s cliché, but I do know that if he knew that I loved him he would start to act differently around me, and our friendship wouldn’t be the same. I don’t think I can handle that. I need Kyle in my life. If I have to keep my feeling bottled up, then so be it.

Hey, baby girl, ready to go? Well, speak of the devil. I don’t need to turn around to know who that deep husky voice belongs to. My body involuntary shivers by how close his body is to mine. Before turning around, I take a deep breath. I turn, putting a smile on my face. Seeing his beautiful blue eyes bore into mine, his smile bringing me to my knees. Yup, Kyle will never know how I feel, but when he looks at me like this, I sometimes wish he felt the same way I did.

Chapter 2

I hate it when you call me that. I’m not a baby or a girl, I’m a woman. I place my hands on my hips and glare at him. He just stands there and smirks at me, trying not to laugh. I can tell by how his eyes have brightened up in amusement.

You’re right, you’re not a baby or a girl, you’re a woman. A woman who still has her blanky. Hey, my grandmother made me that blanky, I love that blanky, I think. A woman who pouts when she doesn’t get her own way. I do not pout, do I? A woman who is so scared of horror movies that she watches most of the movie behind a pillow, he chuckles at me. He is making fun of me, the goof.

Oi, first off, just because I still have my blanky that my grandmother made me doesn’t make me less of a woman. And apparently pouting and being scared of horror movies is just a woman thing. My body is full on woman. As soon as I say those words, I see Kyle start to check out my body. I can’t help feel the heat grow from my neck over to my cheeks. I know he won’t be able to see my body, especially under what I’m wearing, but I can’t help feel like he’s seeing what is under my clothes. When the thought crosses my mind, I know he isn’t doing that. He hooks up with the gorgeous girls in school, not a nerdy looking girl like me.

To make this situation less awkward, I just bump into his shoulder when I pass him to get to his car, and it feels like I bumped into a wall. Over my shoulder, I just yell back, Like what you see? waggling my eyebrows up and down with a smirk on my face. I can’t help but see his bright smile return to his face as he walks toward his side of the car. Before he gets in he has to say, Always, and then starts the car up.

Why did he have to say that? I know he doesn’t mean it in the way I want him to, but it still makes my tummy flutter. We head off towards Lex’s house, and I can’t seem to help but check out Kyle. He is wearing a tight white T-shirt that shows how ripped his stomach is, an open black shirt on top that’s rolled up his arms, and a pair of black jeans.  He is just sweet apple pie gorgeous. He senses me staring at him, so he turns and stares into my eyes, his deep blue eyes mesmerizing, making my heart beat faster and faster. He smiles at me then takes my hand and continues staring at the road. It’s not unusual for him to hold my hand, he just does it. I never asked why, I just enjoy the feel of his touch. He does it normally when we are driving to or from school, but just his touch makes my body feel so warm that I have to open the window a little to let some fresh air in.

All too soon we are at Lex’s house. As soon as Kyle beeps his horn, Lex strolls down wearing a tight red blouse that shows off her hugest asset – her boobs. I’m happy with my D cup. I’m bigger than Savannah, to her dismay, but Lex is an F. I’ve never actually asked her boob size, but I know they are ridiculously huge. To match her tight blouse, she is wearing faded dark blue jeans and black flats. She always looks amazing. Like me, Lex wears glasses, but hers are more fashionable, while mine looks old fashioned. Lex always tries to get me to expand my clothing, line but she knows it’s a lost cause, as I will always go for comfort. Soon as Lex gets in the back, Kyle drives off, heading towards school.

Sweetie, what are you wearing? I’m pretty sure I saw you wear this on Monday. Lex waves her hand up and down, indicating my clothing choice. I roll my eyes while Kyle just chuckles. What is with him and chuckling at me today?

I didn’t wear this on Monday, I wore black T-shirt that said ‘I will never follow’. This says ‘move it along’. There’s a huge difference. I wore light blue jeans that day too, so you should get your facts right before you judge my clothing, but FYI, you look amazing. Which she really does.

I do try, but you, sweetie, need to venture out more. But anywho, I heard that a certain someone hooked up with Kim Sanders on Saturday. Guess who that person was? She looks straight at Kyle. That simple motion lets me know it was Kyle. Kyle normally goes to parties on the weekends since he is the popular guy. It’s like a must that he has to make an appearance at these parties, but it hurts when hearing about what he gets up to. I’m not blind, I’ve seen him get off with girls in front of me, but at parties, I know he does a bit more then what I would like to know or see. I would never be invited to any of these parties, which I don’t care about, but even if I was invited, I would never go as I wouldn’t want to see Kyle feel up another girl.

Surprised, Lex, that you didn’t hear this gossip sooner. Yes, we made out, but no, we didn’t sleep together. He shrugs as if it’s no big deal. I’ve also noticed that he isn’t holding my hand anymore. He normally let's go when we arrive at Lex’s home. It’s like he doesn’t want people to see. I shouldn’t