Prude to Nymphomaniac: My Best Friend’s Traumatic Brain Injury Story

Rae went from Prude to Nymphomaniac instantly.

Prude to Nymphomaniac – B.F.F. means best friends forever, no matter what. Rae had always been much tamer compared to me. I was always the catalyst when it came to crazy ideas. She is a southern Baptist preacher’s daughter and upholding all that comes with such had been very important to Rae. Sex was out of the question frankly. She was a virgin all the way into college and even had insisted to her long-time boyfriend of 4 years that they wait until marriage. Never in a million years would I have imagined that she would go from prude to nymphomaniac..and it was all my fault.

Despite all of our differences, we did everything together.

Hundreds of sleepover parties, concerts, and softball buddies. We had always played on the same team within the all-girls travel league until this season. Being as close as we were, she and I were devastated to not play together for every game. We were so excited when we found out that our teams would be playing one another for the last game of the season. I’ve always been passionately competitive and it would ultimately fall upon me to strike this one out of the field. My closest gal pal of 20+ years always pitched a phenomenal ball.

The prude to nymphomaniac transformation was unpredictable, much like who would be bringing home the championship trophy.

As fate would have it, I would be up to bat for the final pitch from the future nympho Rae. This was make it or break it time and I readied myself to knock one to the stars with my baseball bat. Rae reeled back ready to throw me the crazies ball I would ever be challenged with but my passion for winning held higher than ever before. The wood smacked against the softball and went directly into poor Rae’s head. To this day no other sound has given me goosebumps like it. She went flat on the pitcher’s mound, knocked out cold. I was shocked, everyone was. We all ran over to her lifeless red dirt covered body and I burst into tears. The medic came into the diamond to assess the crisis while I held her hand while I prayed silently for a full recovery. A wet spot had formed in her cotton Soffee shorts just as Rae opened her eyes…prude to nymphomaniac!

“Rae, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

Her hand left mine and instead began teasing the EMT’s cock through his Dickies uniform pants. “I did always love a first responder,” Rae said flirtatiously. The medic announced that he needed to move her into the ambulance immediately. This behavior was extremely unusual for Rae. To my knowledge, she had gone further than 1st base with a boyfriend before, much less engaged in any sort of heavy petting with a stranger. I’ve heard of traumatic brain injuries changing people’s personalities before but going from prude to nymphomaniac felt bizarre. This could be a true first for medical history we were seeing!

The other medics on staff informed me that I wouldn’t be able to ride with her to the hospital but that I could follow them there. Along the drive I could see that the ambulance itself was rocking quite a bit, bouncing even. We all arrived at the trauma center together and I met them inside. Rae was speaking with a dialectic I had never heard her use before. She sounded much older and more mature, almost as if she had an invisible cigarette hanging from her lips. Every word that dripped from her freshly frosted mouth was a sexual advance no doubt she turned from prude to Nymphomaniac!  Rae remained in the hospital for several days with just as many visitors going into her room as were quickly fleeing.

My dearest chosen sister had changed from prude to nymphomaniac though.

This new persona had her dressing increasingly more provocatively and no one was safe from her advances. Prude to a nymphomaniac, now we can’t go literally anywhere without her either kinkily connecting with someone new. Some may assume that it may possibly put a strain on our relationship but Rae and I still do everything together, including long cross-country road trips to exotic places like Boyfriend Bang Beach.

I’m looking forward to telling you all about what we’ve been up to lately. Just a quick hint though, bad girls always have more fun in groups!

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