Brandy had finished her shift at the House of Dreams, a store of strange wonders. Toys of all varieties, wondrous candies from around the world, clothing which was exotic to the states, and many other strange trinkets were sold at the shop. People stopped by regularly to stare in amazement, and now and then people purchased the goods, whether a cute outfit for a girlfriend or perhaps Japanese candies for children. It was a nice place to visit.
There was a pull on Brandy when she first drove past the enchanting shop which looked like it was out of a fairytale, with a dark purple roof and a white overhang with the semicircles going around the building. The wooden walls were painted aqua. Inside was just as eccentric, each room a new color, each one just as eye catching. The rooms created a small maze which children and adults alike loved to wander, getting easily lost and having fun trying to find each other and the exit.
However, there was a dark side to the House of Dreams. It wasn't that there was a room of nightmares, but one of vices. Lust was the most prominent, with outfits that were not only exotic, but entirely erotic. Brandy had tried some on for her boyfriend James, but ultimately he just wanted her naked. The outfits were far too expensive to warrant throwing them on the ground within two minutes of seeing James.
A few thoughts of the outfits flittered through Brandy's head, and she grinned a touch. It was obvious her body was pleasing, though she put little effort into it. Her skin was tan and soft to the touch, while being free of blemishes and pleasing to the eye. Two bright blue orbs gave her an innocent, spritely look, complimented by full and playful lips and straight brown hair. It was a dark brown, usually with bangs coving over a portion of her right eye, the rest pulled back into a pony tail.
Though her face was quite the sight, her body was pleasing as well. Pert B cups graced her chest with small areolas, and quarter inch nipples poking out. The nerves in her breasts were active, creating a pleasant sensation in her breasts when they were massaged. The nipples were a different story. Simply rubbing the nubs set her to groaning, a frustrating sexual tension overtaking her whenever James would suck on them, or even touch them. Moving down from her breasts she had a nice waist, size eight, which led to a slightly filled out butt and nice thighs. She knew she was beautiful, and the intense looks she fielded from men all around her verified her sense of physical superiority.
The parking lot was empty when she locked up. It had recently rained and she could smell the scent of dirt in the air as earth worms made their way out of the earth to the hopeful safety of asphalt. She tried to avoid stepping on them, watching them slither, bunching up to become thick, then stretching and becoming unbelievably thin. Some were dead, run over by cars. It distracted her from the toads which had also come up from the earth.
Three fat toads crawled over the pavement, each one about two feet in width and nearly circular. Their bodies were flabby, the fat hanging over their nearly flat frames. Green bodies were covered in warts of various sizes. Yellow eyes peered up at the girl, and the middle toad licked its lips. Brandy was still watching the worms intently until one of them croaked loudly. She was startled, but she didn't back away from the creatures in front of her.
"You must be the biggest toads I've ever seen." She marveled, coming a little closer. When one toad licked its lips with a tongue the width of a finger, Brandy paused. "I wonder what caused you all to come out here." Her voice was sweet and she crouched down, hands on her knees, watching the creatures. The yellow eyes seemed to glow and Brandy cocked her head as she gazed into the eyes.
The center toad croaked, "We're looking for a princess to transform us into princes." The other toads chortled a little. Brandy was astonished, speechless at this new development. "If you help us, dear, we'll become princes."
For a moment, Brandy couldn't believe her senses. She looked about the parking lot for any sign of people, but there were no people around. Fields surrounded the House of Dreams and cars had long ago left. No one would be driving by so late at night, and if this were a prank, she would be able to see the pranksters. So was her reasoning when she spoke, "I believe I may be dreaming, but you are talking to me, so it's polite of me to respond. Is it like the stories, where I only need to kiss you?" The thought was revolting and amazing to Brandy. Working in a fairytale store, she was now living an actual fairytale, even if only in her dreams.
