Hello, this is my first attempt at writing fantasy erotica. I hope you enjoy.
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Monkey.
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I'd been friends with Hasan for about two years and he always ended up the same after a break up. A sad pathetic wreck. You'd think he'd been sacked from applying Katy Perrys panties.
For the third time this year Hasan moped about the flat we shared. It wasn't how we should be spending Christmas eve, but I could never leave when he pulled his lost puppy look.
We ate lunch in silence, while he kept checking her socials. It was a common event really. As time passed and we started drinking he opened up about why he couldn't keep a girl. I knew he was what people called a fuck boy. A shallow and selfish man who had little concern for the women in his life. Nothing to do with his upbringing, he was just a asshole.
He said his dick was too big and they couldn't handle it.
Yeah, I'm sure thats what it was. A few beers later and I had finally talked his phone off him and he relaxed into the couch.
"You know, fuck dating. Can't we skip the bullshit."
He gestures broadly.
"Like, I like you, you like me."
"Lets just get married." I sang.
"Matty, if I could I would." He laughed. "You don't cause shit, you call me on mine."
A moment of rare self awareness passed Hasans face. Honestly, he wasn't a bad person. Just not a decent boyfriend, ever.
"We get on great, never had a single disagreement. You do your bit, I do mine".
And that was true, he was a better cook, when he bothered that was. I had a better grasp of the finer details of home management.
Bills were split evenly barring our most personal purchases. It left us both fairly well off each month. His work with a legal firm and mine as an in house editor with a big publisher paid fairly well.
He had women over occasionally and I quite a lot less. I lacked Hasans natural charm and good looks. That and his family was loaded.
"As if pal, it'd take a miracle for me to be your girl. I'd be far too hot for the likes of you."
With chuckles I handed him another beer. We'd been drinking most of the afternoon, being off work for a few days over Christmas.
"That would be something wouldn't it. You wake up tomorrow a bitch, hungry for my cock."
"I'll suck your dick when you learn to be good to women and quit smoking you little shit. So never."
Good natured banter flew back and forth between us. Hasan stepped onto our balcony to smoke and I joined him when he finished.
He smiled broadly at me.
"My Christmas wish is for Matthew Harlow to turn into a beautiful woman with a craving for my cock."
He shouted to the stars above.
"To be wrapped in a pretty bow beneath my tree! Give us promotions and wins and a happy new year."
I laughed out loud.
"Christmas wishes, from you? Fine."
Taking a deep breath I yelled out as snow began to fall.
"My Christmas wish is to wake up a woman. Make me gorgeous, make us successful, make him respectful and give us a tree too!"
As other tenants yelled at us to shut up we retreated inside and watched to snow fall.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll treat you nice. Blow jobs every other day and anal on the weekends."
"Sure, you be my baby and I'll be your little cock whore" I said. Hasan and I laughed. We really did get along well together.
The night wore on and the hour grew late, the snow piled up and for a brief moment the moon shone through. The world glitters and sparkles with moonlight glistening on the snow, and for a moment magic flickers across the world. And landed on everyone who made an impossible Christmas wish.
As Christmas morning broke, children worldwide were hopping with excitement and families gathered together. A new world came to be.
I awoke cold and stiff as I came around, I felt as it my clothes had become twisted and wrapped around my body. I shook my head and soft black curls bounced into my face. I stood, pulling at my, hair? My hair wasnt this long. I grabbed at it thinking Hasan had put a wig on me but as long sharp nails bit into my scalp I realised something was very, very wrong.
I struggled to my feet and fell clumsily, trying to balance in a pair of red high heels with a fuzzy fur trim. As I truly began to focus I could see the enormity of what was wrong. Where once was an unremarkable athletic body was now peak instagram fitness model. From the tone and definition of my legs and abs to the two large tits that filled my vision as I looked down. My nails were painted shiny gold and my body was wrapped in a satin bow. My mind raced, I had to be dreaming. Had to. I grabbed my arm and pinched hard and yelped in pain. This was real. I walked hesitantly to the bathroom, holding on to surfaces and walls as I went. I flipped on the light and stared at myself. Aside from the panic on my face I looked gorgeous. Blinking deep hazel eyes framed by beautiful festive make up I took a good look at my self. There was no doubt in my mind I was a woman. Tits, ass and all. My lips were full, painted red. Sharp cheekbones and a slender neck.
My breasts stood high and proud. Defying gravity in the satin band. I tugged it down to reveal two rosy nipples, pointing in the cold air. There was a frantic fascination as I turned this way and that. My body was tightly toned, not muscled like the pros but still perfectly formed. With shaking hands I pulled the band to one side revealing a small strip of hair and the prettiest little snatch. No dick in sight.
I looked over my shoulder to see a perfectly built backside. Perky and peachy, the band pulled up between my ass. Stockings, a sheer red, covered long and shapely legs. It was weird but as I looked around I noticed changes to the bathroom. Womens stuff covered over half the space, creme and sprays, a bag containing makeup and crap I'd never seen before. I opened the medicine cabinet and saw boxes of tampons and a pharmacy pill box. Snatching it up I discovered it was plan-b. Prescribed to Matilda Harlow. Time seemed to slow as I put it back. The back of my head kept whispering about a hoax, a joke. A trick Hasan had pulled. I kept expecting cameras to pop out and laughs all round. I reached under my left arm and found the scar I got when I fell and got a branch through into my chest at 12.
I wandered to the counter where I normally dropped my wallet and phone. In its place was a burgundy purse and a phone, same make and model. I first checked my purse, all the same numbers and accounts drivers licence too. All in the name Matilda.
I opened my phone, same code, all 12 digits and when it opened a picture of me and Hasan as a home screen. Cheek to cheek, the background was of a picture we took like a pair of bros in vegas over the summer. It was a great time but we looked like a couple in this photo. I searched my camera roll, pics of myself in the gym, in different outfits and an enormous number of pictures of me and Hasan. A lot of pictures.
My heart sank, it was impossible. There was no way but times and dates lined up with times I knew we'd been out together. I switched to film and it was much the same. Until I came across one of what was obviously this me, sucking deeply on a brown dick.
A fat, long and heavy looking cock.
And I looked like I was enjoying it. Hands free, slipping it in back and forth with ease. It looked like I could deep throat his dick with ease. I watched with fascination until a voice began grunting, Hasans voice.
"Im coming Mattie."
I saw me slip the cock from my mouth and watched it shoot heavy, thick-looking lines of come into my face, I watched it splash on my tongue in huge loads. I watched myself close my pretty lips together and swallow. Then I wrapped my lips around his cut cock head and sucked deeply. I let it out with a pop, smiled brightly then opened my mouth to show it was empty.
Hasans voice came back
"I love you, whore."
I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. Never in a million years would I have done that. My mind was reeling. Even as I'd watched it I felt my body react. It grew warm and tingly. My mouth began salivating. Quickly I switched it off and rushed to my room. Barely noticing how easy I moved in the heels. But I didn't have a room anymore. It was an office or study.
It had books on shelves, some legal others trade paperbacks. Two high end computers desks and chairs. A book cover facing outwards had Matilda Henlow written on the cover. I'd always wanted to write a book. It seemed I'd written 4.
Actual thrillers. I couldn't believe it, imagine writing a book and having no recollection of it.
Hasan, where was he? I went to his room and instead of the tasteless lads room (which at 23 he should have outgrown anyway) was an obviously shared bedroom. Good bedding, nice curtains a decent dresser. This wasn't Hasan at all. Pictures framed on the wall and on bedside tables showed he and I together. Being cute, formal and silly. Real couple stuff. We looked happy.
Before I could do anything else I heard the front door slam shut.
"Matt? Matt? Do you know how the fuck I ended up stuck in my car?"
He sounded as panicked as I was.
"I don't drive drunk, never, so what the fuck happened? And where the hell did we get such a nice tree on christmas day?"
I went out to meet him forgetting my current state and said "Hasan, I'm so glad you're home." He turned to face me, then right back around.
"Sorry, didn't know Matt had company. I'll just slip into my room."
He didn't turn to face me as he fled to his room.
"What the fuck?"
He declared as he entered his room. Quickly he barged into what was my room, he came out again. Flustered and stammering apologies about getting the wrong apartment. I'd been talking to him all this time until, finally I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the kitchen.
"Sit" I said and meekly he sat at our modest yet stylish table.
"Hasan, its me Matt. Don't speak." I cut him off and grabbed my phone.
"You got your phone on you, you know my number by heart?"
I dialed the number under baby. His phone rang and as he picked it up, a picture of my face and Matts number came up labeled sweetheart. His eyes widened in disbelief
