Author's note:
Thank you, once again, for taking the time to read my silly stories.
This story is a bit different from my previous stuff. I have never tried to write something with a sci-fi/fantasy element to it, so I appreciate any constructive feedback you might give. While my other stories do contain some fantasy elements, like personality-altering slut drugs, or things like Erin & Casey's Haloes, I haven't tried to write one based on a premise like this. Those who do read my weird tales know that they focus heavily on the good girl goes slut theme, and this one is no different. It's just got a bit of a different spin on it. I hope you enjoy Angela's upside down adventure, and if you are following along with the wider world of slutdom I've been crafting, you'll find some good easter eggs here, including a Stephanie Hamlin cameo. There's also a significant tie-in for the upcoming conclusion of Steph and Tori's tale that started all this crap. Thank you again for your continued support as I work to always improve my skills.
Synopsis:
Budding scientist Angela doesn't believe in silly things like magic necklaces. Then, she buys one from a tricksy shopkeeper, and finds that she's swapped lives with her mega-bitch doppelgΓ€nger, Angie.
Having essentially ruined her own life through her disregard for other people, and perverted love of prostituting her hot teenage body for fun and profit, Angie finds that Angela's life offers a great second chance. It just needs a few sexy adjustments.
In order to reclaim her life, Angela will need to lift the curse. To do that, either Angie will need to become her, or she'll need to become like Angie. And Angie doesn't have any desire to trade places.
Chapter 1: Curio
Nothing can just be easy, Angela thought, breathing a sigh at the roadblock that barred her way home. In just the few hours she'd been in the library, construction crews had erected barriers that were now blocking her usual route from the library to her home. She'd have to double back and go down 3rd Street. She hated 3rd Street.
The dirty little throughway was a favorite hangout for the more unsavory denizens of the town, and they were always accosting passersby for money or trying to peddle drugs. She set her small stack of books down on a nearby bench and slipped her little purse underneath her shirt to hide it. There was nothing else for it.
Angela doubled back, passed the library, and banked left down 2nd, hurried down the block, and then onto 3rd. She walked at a brisk pace, holding her books to her chest and looking straight ahead, ignoring the glances from alleyways and the corners of boarded-up buildings. Halfway down the street, the first brazen panhandler took up stride next to her.
"Spare some change, little lady?" he asked.
Angela shook her head and squeaked, "I don't carry any cash. I'm sorry."
The dirty man spit on the sidewalk and walked away. Angela let out her breath and hurried along. The end of the street was now in sight. From there, she could cut down 6th and she'd be in downtown proper, where it was clean and safe.
Nearing the intersection, she passed a small curio shop, where something made her pause. The sun reflected the light off a little trinket in the window. The tiny pendant, shaped like a ruby heart, twinkled so invitingly in the window, draped around a black display neck. She stepped to the glass and stared at the thing. It was just so pretty. The small facets caught the light of the sun, making the thing blaze with red light. She looked into it, and could see the street behind her reflected to near perfection in the shiny surface.
Angela wasn't much for jewelry, or for dressing up at all, for that matter. She'd best be described as plain. She did not stand out or call attention to herself. Attention made her nervous, anxious, uncomfortable. There was something about this cute little heart, though. She pushed open the door to the shop and stepped inside. The place seemed like the average knick-knack shop, littered with trinkets and baubles. A bell tinkled above the door as she entered. Angela scanned the various items on the shelves and displays out of reflex, but really there was only one thing she was interested in.
From behind a beaded curtain, a gray-haired, matronly woman wrapped in a tattered shawl emerged.
"Hello." She said, "Can I help you?"
The woman's accent made it sound more like "Ken ah hilp you?"
Angela set her books on the counter.
"There's a necklace in your window. Would you mind if I looked at it?" She asked.
The woman nodded, and Angela followed her to the window, pointed out the pendant, and watched the woman remove it from the display. She offered it, and Angela took it, holding it by the delicate silver chain. The little ruby swung back and forth hypnotically. It really was pretty, she thought.
"How much?" Angela asked.
"Special sale. $13." The woman replied.
For Angela that was a lot.
"It's so pretty." Angela said, watching it sway.
"Is magic." The woman said, "From old country. Just stories, though." She smiled.
"Magic?" Angela asked, snapping her eyes from the pendant. She didn't believe in that garbage, but old stories were something of a curiosity to her.
"I do not know this is true." The woman said, shaking her head. "It was from babushka. She likes to tell stories from old country. Wendigo. Baba Yaga. She just likes to scare the children. Old woman, always with the salt over the shoulder." She shrugged.
"Do you know the story?" Angela asked.
She shrugged again and said, "She say that stone has the whole world in it, but... different. Opposite. I do not know. Old woman, always with the garlic in her pocket. Would not even let us leave shoes under bed."
It sounded to Angela as though babushka was just a superstitious old Russian woman that liked to tell scary stories to her grandchildren.
"I'll take it." She said, and handed the pendant back to the woman.