I was sitting at my laptop chatting with Lucy, my best friend, as the warm summer sun shone through my bedroom window. I hadn't been this excited in a long time. College started in 2 weeks and I couldn't wait. And the best part was, Lucy was going to the same college. Lucy had been my best friend since first grade. We've had our ups and downs, just like everyone, but we always worked it out and we always remained friends. We did everything together. We went to school together, we did all our school projects together (if we could choose our own partners), we went jogging together, we shared all our secrets. We did everything together.
"I'm so excited Lucy," I said, "we are going to have so much fun."
"Yeah, we are. And it's so great that we have the same room in our dorm." Lucy answered.
"Yeah, and..."
"Lindsay! Could you come down please!"
"Sorry Lucy," I said, "I have to go, my mother needs something."
"Okay, I'll text you sometime, bye."
"Bye."
I shut off my laptop, stood up and walked to my window. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the nice, warm sun and finally went down. My mother was sitting at her desk working for school.
She was probably correcting some tests. As I walked in, my mother looked up.
"Yes mom, what is it?" I asked.
"Could you go to the store and get some bread please, I would do it myself but I have a lot of work here."
"Sure mom, no problem, I'm just going to put on some other clothes real fast."
"Thank you dear."
I walked up the stairs and back into my bedroom. I opened the closet and looked at my clothes. I couldn't really decide what to wear. I searched for a minute and finally found something. I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I took of my pyjamas (it was 11 in the morning) and looked at myself in the mirror.
I had blonde hair that just reached my shoulders and bright blue eyes. My skin was a little pale, I couldn't help it, even if I'd lay in the sun all day. I never wore any make-up, except for special occasions like a party or something. And I had thin red lips. Overall, I couldn't really complain about my looks.
When I went to high school I got some attention from a few guys in class, but I never dated one. I've never really liked men and as I grew up I realized that I was more interested in girls. In my last year in high school I knew that I was a lesbian. I've never told anyone, not my mother and not my sister. I was always afraid of they might think of me. The only one I told was obviously Lucy and as some best friends do, we experimented. Even though she wasn't a lesbian, she always enjoyed our 'little experiments'.
As my gaze went down, my eyes fell on my breasts. My B sized breasts had little pink nipples. Lucy always said that I had the perfect breasts. They were round, perky and smooth and she loved them. Oh boy, how she loved to suck and play with them. I couldn't help but smile when I thought of the way her soft, thick red lips felt on them. As my gaze went further down I saw my flat stomach. I was lucky, no matter how much I ate, I always had a flat stomach.
I looked further down, and my eyes fell on my cleanly shaved pussy. Even though I'm happy as a woman, I've always wondered what it would be like to have a cock, what it would be like to fuck someone with a real dick. I may be a lesbian and don't like boys, but I've always thought that shemales had the best of both worlds. They had both breasts and a cock. They could be fucked (only in the ass of course, which was the only down side) and they could fuck someone. That's why I was a bit jealous. I even thought about surgery.
But as I said, I was really happy with my body. I let these thoughts drift away and put my clothes on. I started by putting on some silk black panties and a matching bra and continued by putting on a pink skirt and a white sleeveless top. I put on a pair of short white socks, pulled my hair in a ponytail and went back downstairs. I entered the living room and saw my mother still working for school. I put on my sneakers, took my handbag and made my way to the front door.
"I'll go get that bread." I said as I was opening the door.
My mom looked up and said: "Thank you dear."
I smiled at her and closed the door.
The sun felt nice on my skin as I made my way to the store. The store was about 10 minutes from home and there was a beautiful park not far from there. Whenever I had to be somewhere in town, I always went there for a walk, and today was not any different. As I reached the entrance, I felt a cold chill running through my spine as if something bad or weird was about to happen. I stood till for a moment gazing into the park, wondering if I should go in. I chuckled and thought to myself, what's the worst that can happen. So I shook the bad thoughts off and went further. I was enjoying my walk, looking at the beautiful flowers and hearing the birds whistle when suddenly a white light flashed before me eyes and I lost all feeling in my body. The last thing I remembered was the sound of my body falling to the ground.
The first thing I felt as I regained some feeling in my body was the soft feeling of a bed. The sheets kept me nice and warm and the pillow was so soft that my head almost completely sank in it. I opened my eyes and found myself in a room I had never seen before. I quickly sat up and stared around. The walls were light grey and were decorated with some paintings. I noticed a long mirror on one of the walls. The entire floor was covered with a red rug and the space in front of the bed was empty. I saw some stairs leading towards it and I noticed that the bed area was a little higher than the rest. I looked around, trying to take in wat I saw, and I very quickly came to the conclusion that I was in someone's bedroom. I was getting scared and nervous, hoping that this was a bad dream.
As I was looking around, I heard a sound. It came from my left side, but I couldn't see who or what it was because the wall was blocking my sight. The rug made it so that I couldn't hear any footsteps and I got really scared. I was expecting a rapist, or a big intimidating man, but what I saw took my breath away. My jaw dropped as a beautiful blue alien came from around the corner and made her way to the bed. I couldn't believe what I saw. I always thought aliens would be big, scary monsters with four mouths and big teeth, or little green things with antennas on their head, but this was way different. This creature was unbelievably beautiful. Her hair, which wasn't real hair but looked kind of looked like tentacles, but without the suckers, was pulled back and reached the middle of her back. It had the same light blue colour as her skin. Her eyes were slightly bigger than mine and also looked different. She didn't have an iris or pupil, but both her entire eyes had a light purple colour. Her nose was the same as a human nose and her lips had the same blue colour as her skin. She wore an orange shirt and black pants. I watched her slender figure as she came over and stopped by the bed. She looked at me and suddenly spoke.
"Good morning Lindsay, how are you feeling?"
I was still looking at her, my mouth wide open, not really sure what was happening. How did she know my name? Where am I? Who is she? "Good." I said with an expression of disbelief on my face.
She studied my face for a few seconds and giggled: "You must have a lot of questions."
"Is this real?" was the only thing I could ask as my eyes went up and down her body again, exploring her amazing body.
"Yes, this is very much real." she said.
"Where am I, who are you, what is this?" I said nervously.
"Please, calm down, we are not going to hurt you. You are on our spaceship, we beamed you up while you were walking in that park."
"What? Why, what's going on?" I said now even more scared, knowing I was alone in space.
"Please, calm down, we just want to talk."
I tried to relax, tried to control my breathing.
"I'm... on a spaceship?"
"Yes, in my room to be specific. I am Donza, I am the captain of this spaceship." she said.
"Why?"
"As I said, we want to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"About you." she said.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
I was getting nervous again. why would they want to talk to me? I started looking around for a possible escape route.
"Please, please calm down," she said again, "I... we are not going to hurt you."
She looked at me and I could see in her eyes she was telling the truth. Her eyes made me feel safe and relax as I sat there, trying to understand what was happening.
She came closer and held out her hand and said: "Please, follow me, let me give you a tour."
I looked at her again. Everything in my head said this was a bad idea, but my hand was already in hers and she helped me to my feet.
"We are not going to hurt you." she said as she walked with me to the door.