My vision went white for a second, and when it cleared, I was taken aback a bit. Haley had already been attractive in a “girl-next-door” way, but she’d now been changed in a number of subtle ways that made her drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair was thicker and longer and had changed from a sandy blonde to a brilliant platinum. Her eyes were a shimmering crystal blue. Her lips were larger and painted a glossy red that made them look perfectly kissable. I looked lower to see that her breasts had gained a couple of cup sizes and were barely being contained by a green latex halter top. I followed the flawless, tanned skin of her midriff -- her navel was now pierced and had a silver charm dangling from it -- and saw that she wore a matching latex miniskirt. At the end of her shapelier legs were green platform heels.
I noticed other changes. The living room we were sitting in seemed a lot bigger. We were now sitting on a black leather sofa that matched the rest of the room’s furniture. Expensive-looking artwork hung on the walls.
Hadn’t she noticed anything? She was just staring at me. Something was tickling the back of my neck. I reached back to find hair, just as Haley finally said, “Oh, my God, you’re gorgeous.”
”No,” I said, “you’re --“ My voice sounded really funny. “Testing, one, two.” I sounded like I’d gone up an octave and developed an English accent. I tried to clear my throat. “Testing, um...”
Haley’s lips came straight for mine. I smelled her delicious perfume and put my arms around her. That’s funny, my arms look -- her tongue entered my mouth. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of feeling her warm body against mine. Ooh, and feeling her tongue piercing. Two tongue piercings, actually. Her breasts seemed a little strange against my chest, though, kind of like --
I managed to break off the kiss and look down to see two porcelain-colored breasts, being pushed upward by a corset-style top, a silver pentagram dangling from a necklace just barely above the cleavage.
I got another whiff of Haley’s perfume, though, and melted back into her arms.
A couple of hours later, we’d made it up the curving marble staircase to Haley’s gigantic bedroom; we were occupying her oversized bed, lying atop the pink satin sheets, nude but for shoes and jewelry, looking into the mirror on the ceiling, our bodies glistening with sweat and each other’s juices.
”We should do something about dinner,” said Haley. “I guess my mom still works late in this new reality.”
I was staring into my own brilliant green eyes, surrounded by dark eyeliner and shadow. “So I wished things were a lot better for you...” I was still getting used to my female voice, to say nothing of my English accent.
Haley turned towards me, propping herself up on an elbow. “I think a lot of my fantasies came true all at once. I mean, my mom and I live in a huge mansion, I look like I’ve always wanted to look, I just made love to the woman of my dreams --“
”So the woman of your dreams is a British goth chick?” I asked, pursing my black- painted lips and tweaking the silver ring through my left nipple, still enjoying the sensation it brought me.
”Apparently so,” Haley said with a smile. “And I can’t believe I noticed this, but the pictures of me and my mom in the hallway make it look like women only ever wear skimpy clothes. That’s definitely a fantasy I’ve had.”
”Me, too,” I admitted. “So what’s next?”
Haley answered...