My name? I cannot really remember, it's like a dark cloud shields it from my mind's eye. If anyone must call me anything then call me Bael. What am I? I cannot answer that either, my mind is unclear and everything related to my personal past seems lost to me, almost as though it were sealed away. What is my gender? This I can answer; I am both, male and female, but not a hermaphrodite; I have the ability to be one or the other. How old am I? I am unsure of this, but I seem to recall having seen many centuries pass me by. What am I doing? Who knows...
The alarm clock goes off. I groan, not wanting to wake from my dream, but I know I must otherwise my employer will yell at me, though that's never too bad. I wouldn't admit it to his face, but I actually got wet when he yelled at me, his angry expression seemed so dominant and so powerful that I became submissive to his will. He had yet to realise this about me, but I know that someday he will, and hope that he will take advantage of me when that day comes. I quickly shower, dealing with the heat emanating from my crotch, get dressed, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, and put on some make-up, yep, I'm just your average twenty-two year old college drop out who works as a model. I look at the time leisurely, knowing that they wouldn't fire me, they're best model, though I knew that even I couldn't get away without slapped wrists if I'm more than half an hour late. I grab my purse and head off.
My name Lisa Knulla -- pronounced in the same way as cannula --, and I am hot. I know I am, and not just because guys often stop and stare, or because people in my modelling agency tell me so, no it's because I have perky 36D breasts, 27'' waist, and 36'' hips, overall I'm just the right size for my height, which is 5ft 11''. I also have electric blue eyes and radiant blonde hair from my Swedish ancestry. Not many of the other models were any where near me in terms of beauty, primarily because they're too skinny and therefore lacking up top and below, though some keep some weight and are able to maintain, but never for very long. They always give into pleasure. This excludes me though, since I've been working here for many months and not once have I given into pressure. This is probably because I always take things at my own pace.
I am the best model at the agency, with more than just a few magazines dedicated to my curvaceous form. All seems perfect right? My house is nice and easily paid for, my work is enjoyable and makes it easy to pick up men, but it's... lonely. No one really knows me, they all say how pretty I am and how lucky I am to be here, but no one cares. I'm alone, so damn alone.
"Do... you... want..." I turned around in the middle of the driveway and looked around, no one was there.
"I'm losing it." With that conclusion I got into my Mercedes and drove to my place of work.
The agency I work at is fairly stand alone, but it's still successful enough to pay all the models a hefty sum. We were being distributed all over the world and I had received many offers from more successful magazines and other companies to work for them, but that didn't really work for me. I'm not worried about money, I don't really want anything else, and if I went to work for one I would have to move to a whole new city. I live in more a town than anything, but it's large enough to be considered a small city, and it's here where I have a friend, and she's the one person I refuse to lose. Her name's Madison, though I just call her Madi, and she's attractive just not sexually attractive. Her skin is smooth and her face the equivalent of a movie star's, but her curves were non-existent, her breasts were barely A cups, her waist was slim but wasn't slim enough for a 5ft 9'' full grown woman, and her hips were small, barely 30'', but these imperfections of her's are what makes her able to listen to me. Rather than being jealous of my beauty she worships me.
Madi wasn't very smart, but she wasn't an idiot either, it was more that her joys in life came from rather simple things, like being friends with me for example. She was a good listener though and would sit through my rants about work issues, and even offer some advice to help resolve the issue. I liked her as a friend, but I didn't have any thoughts of experimenting, though if I did swing for the other team I would probably go for her, simply because she is such a wonderful person. We didn't know it that day, but our lives were not the mundane existences we had believed them to be. We were both different from everyone, we just didn't know until that day.
I arrived at the agency with clothes that really hugged my curves and gave me a lovely cleavage. I always dress like this, if only because I believe that if there is a God, and he gave us these bodies then we should enjoy it while we can. I'm a slut, just not that kind of slut. I crave sex; who doesn't? I enjoy multiple partners on a regular basis, I suck cock with relish and swallow as much semen as I possibly can every week. I'm still cautious about S.T.Ds, so I always carry a few condoms with me whenever I go on the prowl. I didn't know it, but sex would change everything for me, and for the better.
The day passed quickly. From having the make up artists applying various products to my face, being told what position to be in, moving from set to set, occasionally flirting with a camera man, then lunch, back to work, and then home. It was so boring, it's the same thing day in, and day out.
"Do you want..." The voice echoed through my mind once again. I knew it was the same one from this morning, but once again I shrugged it off as my mind playing tricks on me. That night I changed into a mini-skirt and removed my bra, wearing nothing but a tight shirt that was practically see through, grabbed my condoms, and went on the prowl for that night. The moment I was outside I shivered, it was like all the warmth had been drained from me. I turned to go back for my coat, but there was... something... standing between me and the door.
It was vaguely human, but the bulging muscles, the horns protruding from all over its body, and eight feet of height told me otherwise.
"Do you want to change?" The voice from before echoed through my mind, though this time it was a complete sentence. I looked up at the monster, its face was like the rest, marble features, and a beard of horns (I'm not joking), and large eyes, with red irises that seemed to stare past my clothes and indeed my very being, as though it were looking into my very soul. I'm not normal and my reaction at that moment cemented that fact.
"What do you mean?" I didn't have any emotion in my voice, as though this monster stole from me everything that made me human.
"Are you bored with mundane life?" It asked, this time speaking physically, its voice was like cold icicles that slithered up my back, causing me to shiver.
"Yes." I answered truthfully, though no emotion remained. The beast smiled.
Before I could react everything around me turned to black space, littered with glowing pinpricks called stars. I looked around quickly, trying to take in everything; I could see each individual star, each planet, every meteor, and indeed every molecule. I think I would've gone mad trying to take in everything and so the stars, along with the rest disappeared and were replaced by a meadow filled with beautiful black roses. I immediately picked one, taking care to avoid its thorns, and brought it too my face, sniffing at its alluring fragrance.
"It's beautiful," I said, staring around at the field of flowers, "This place is so peaceful; it almost feels as though any troubles from before have washed away." I returned my gaze to monster, who, despite his appearance, seemed like he belonged in the meadow with me. I looked him up and down and noticed a bulge coming from his groin, it was then that I looked down and saw myself naked.
"Do you want me?" I asked calmly, it wasn't something I did everyday, but I'd asked the question enough that it felt fairly normal to say it aloud, whether it be to a human or a monster.
