I set it down on the kitchen counter as I called out to my roommate Alex to see if he was still home. He was a great guy, good friend and all, but a real ladies man so it's likely he was out trying to pick up some hottie or another. I didn't mind, I had my own interests to attend to, at least for the time being. I turned my attention back to the big box and ran my fingers over the outer layer, feeling the texture of the paper cardboard and clear packaging tape.
It was quite an intricate and professional job that someone had put together, but I had no idea from whom or why they had sent it to me. The speculations of my fertile imagination went into overdrive as I studied the exterior of the mysterious package. I found a sharp pair of scissors and slowly tried to cut and peel away the tape from the box. My hands were shaking slightly as I became more and more intrigued by the contents that lay hidden within.
Finally, the tape gave way, and I set aside the packaging materials to reveal the source of all my curiosity. I gasped and realized that it was filled with multiple pieces of women's clothing...and not just any kind of women's clothing, but the kind a slutty woman with curves to die for would wear. My heart leapt in my chest as I pulled out each and every garment, feeling the silk and satin slide through my hands.
There were dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie of every type, and a few pairs of shoes to match. Fuck, there were even a few sex toys like dildos, vibrators and anal plugs. They were all garishly pink, slutty, revealing and something straight out of a bimbo's fantasy wardrobe. I was in heaven, but at the same time I was also nervous that someone knew my secret fantasy and fetish like desires. I quickly gathered them up and took them into my room as I slammed my door too.
I couldn't believe what I was holding, wondering if this was all some kind of a prank or joke my friends were playing on me. I looked through every item with more detail, taking in the size and shape of everything and I was utterly amazed. Every item was designed for the size and measurements of a really busty nympho.
It was like whoever had sent this to me had put quite a lot of thought and effort into the package. I shook my head, unsure of what this all meant. My nerves where still on high alert as I tried to make sense of how I had received such a private and personal delivery. I mean, these items were my very fantasy...I...I always wanted to know what it was like to be a mega busty sex crazed babe.
Although I had never told anyone about this, I was somehow staring at the contents in a box that seemed to indicate someone knew of my secret desires and fantasies. As I dumped out the items onto my dresser I noticed a strange piece of paper that was just as mysterious as the box itself. It was a golden-hued parchment, much like something else I had seen in a book about ancient curses, and it had an inscription in Latin written on it.
"Hic est papyrus transformandi." I muttered to myself, remembering the translated phrase from my history class in school. "This is the paper for transformation." I picked it up and turned it over, then laid it flat on my bed.
There was an illustration of a woman's body on one side, but what caught my eye was the diagram and slight direction on the other side. A shiver ran down my spine as I reached for the enormous mirror I had on my wall and placed the parchment against it. The intricate illustration of a woman's body caught my eye, and my eyes widened as I realized it was anatomically correct, with details I had only dreamed of possessing.
The words below were in English and described how this was a magic parchment that would grant me the true body and persona of my real inner self. I stood there, holding the paper, thinking about the implications of what I was doing. The secret desires that I had kept hidden for so long, the overwhelming urge to feel the curves and contours of womanhood, were suddenly within reach. But could I really do this? Much less, was any of this even real? I mean magic...come on!
I set the paper down on my bed as I folded my arms and thought about this strange and unexpected gift. The opportunity to become everything I had ever wanted to be, it seemed almost too good to be true. Could this be real or was it all some kind of hoax or prank, pulled by someone who knew my secret fantasies? I turned to look at the clock and saw that it was already late, and Alex wouldn't be home for several more hours or so, most likely.
I thought about what the paper and the box represented, and a wave of anticipation washed over me. I was standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection and I saw Max, the manly version of myself, standing there and it made me realize that this was it. I had been given the opportunity to truly know what it was like to be a woman. I knew that this was not a prank or a joke, but something that could change my life forever.
It was quite an intricate and professional job that someone had put together, but I had no idea from whom or why they had sent it to me. The speculations of my fertile imagination went into overdrive as I studied the exterior of the mysterious package. I found a sharp pair of scissors and slowly tried to cut and peel away the tape from the box. My hands were shaking slightly as I became more and more intrigued by the contents that lay hidden within.
Finally, the tape gave way, and I set aside the packaging materials to reveal the source of all my curiosity. I gasped and realized that it was filled with multiple pieces of women's clothing...and not just any kind of women's clothing, but the kind a slutty woman with curves to die for would wear. My heart leapt in my chest as I pulled out each and every garment, feeling the silk and satin slide through my hands.
There were dresses, skirts, blouses, lingerie of every type, and a few pairs of shoes to match. Fuck, there were even a few sex toys like dildos, vibrators and anal plugs. They were all garishly pink, slutty, revealing and something straight out of a bimbo's fantasy wardrobe. I was in heaven, but at the same time I was also nervous that someone knew my secret fantasy and fetish like desires. I quickly gathered them up and took them into my room as I slammed my door too.
I couldn't believe what I was holding, wondering if this was all some kind of a prank or joke my friends were playing on me. I looked through every item with more detail, taking in the size and shape of everything and I was utterly amazed. Every item was designed for the size and measurements of a really busty nympho.
It was like whoever had sent this to me had put quite a lot of thought and effort into the package. I shook my head, unsure of what this all meant. My nerves where still on high alert as I tried to make sense of how I had received such a private and personal delivery. I mean, these items were my very fantasy...I...I always wanted to know what it was like to be a mega busty sex crazed babe.
Although I had never told anyone about this, I was somehow staring at the contents in a box that seemed to indicate someone knew of my secret desires and fantasies. As I dumped out the items onto my dresser I noticed a strange piece of paper that was just as mysterious as the box itself. It was a golden-hued parchment, much like something else I had seen in a book about ancient curses, and it had an inscription in Latin written on it.
"Hic est papyrus transformandi." I muttered to myself, remembering the translated phrase from my history class in school. "This is the paper for transformation." I picked it up and turned it over, then laid it flat on my bed.
There was an illustration of a woman's body on one side, but what caught my eye was the diagram and slight direction on the other side. A shiver ran down my spine as I reached for the enormous mirror I had on my wall and placed the parchment against it. The intricate illustration of a woman's body caught my eye, and my eyes widened as I realized it was anatomically correct, with details I had only dreamed of possessing.
The words below were in English and described how this was a magic parchment that would grant me the true body and persona of my real inner self. I stood there, holding the paper, thinking about the implications of what I was doing. The secret desires that I had kept hidden for so long, the overwhelming urge to feel the curves and contours of womanhood, were suddenly within reach. But could I really do this? Much less, was any of this even real? I mean magic...come on!
I set the paper down on my bed as I folded my arms and thought about this strange and unexpected gift. The opportunity to become everything I had ever wanted to be, it seemed almost too good to be true. Could this be real or was it all some kind of hoax or prank, pulled by someone who knew my secret fantasies? I turned to look at the clock and saw that it was already late, and Alex wouldn't be home for several more hours or so, most likely.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Next Chapter - Mikaylas Lust: Chapter 6
Chapter 6I thought about what the paper and the box represented, and a wave of anticipation washed over me. I was standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection and I saw Max, the manly version of myself, standing there and it made me realize that this was it. I had been given the opportunity to truly know what it was like to be a woman. I knew that this was not a prank or a joke, but something that could change my life forever.
