Entry: What More Could You Wish For?

 

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The fresh, heavy summer air blew softly against your skin. As you walked along the beach’s boardwalk, you couldn’t help but feel that you could have chosen a better place to vacation. Touted as a legendary tourist spot, you had high hopes for the Bambini Coast. But, as you walked through the hot and humid boardwalk, you quickly realized that it was a tourist trap. Rows and rows of stalls lined the surrounding area, offering overpriced caricatures and lukewarm lemonades. It was probably time to cut your losses and return to your hotel room. Even if it wasn’t the nicest place to stay, at least it had air conditioning. And still, you had no responsibilities for the next week. No work, no school, just blissful relaxation and the magnificent view of the coastline. You almost wished you could have that every day.

As you passed by yet another boring stall, offering to read your future, you couldn’t help but pause. Walking into the cloth booth was the hottest woman you had ever seen. Long blonde hair, long legs, a fat ass, and perfect tits. You were in awe. This entire week was worth it just to see her, her visage filling your mind to the brim. Your body moved on instinct, running into the fortune teller’s booth without any other thought.

You felt your body slam into something, as you fell backwards. As your vision faded to black, you saw a woman clad in purple and red silk look down upon you.

“Ahh… your future will be very fun. Just try not to forget where you came from, okay?”

As her words seeped into your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she meant by forgetting where you came from. Blissful darkness overtook you.

You woke up, unsure of how much time had passed or where you were. You were in the shade, you could tell that much. A large sheet seemed to block the sun out, though the sweltering heat still radiated down on your skin. You looked around, your head fuzzy. Did you have a con… concuss… a headache? Above you, the woman smiled.

“Ah, you’re finally up! I’m glad. I’m sure you’re wondering what happened.”

“Like, what is going on?”

The filler word slipped out of your mouth, feeling as natural as breathing. It wasn’t what you had meant to say, but it felt so right.

“I was in the middle of reading the future of she who came before you, but the magic seemed to cause a bit of a mess. Would you like a mirror,” she asks.

You nod once, feeling off balance. Everything felt off, but you weren’t sure how. Did you get a new haircut?

The woman pulls out a small hand mirror, handing it to you. You reach out, your manicured hands grabbing it. You stared in the mirror in disbelief. Where you had once been sat the woman you had chased after. You reached up to your mouth, watching the woman match your movements. You tried to scream out in horror, but from your lips came a soft giggle.

“I’m like, so hawt!”

The fortune teller smiles at you. “It seems that your perceptions have started to influence your mind. You viewed her as little more than a sex object, and it seems that is what your mind has imprinted on this body.”

You try to understand, but your mind is so foggy. Not a surprise, you never needed to think- no. You had to stay focused. There had to be a way out of this. “How would I like, go back to normal?”  

“If you found your original body, you may be able to switch back. Of course, your new body is going to try and convince you not to. If you waver too long, your instincts may consume you and your past life will become nothing more than a bad dream to you.”

Your mind latches onto the first sentence. Find your original body, and you’ll be fine! You can’t stay in this beach bimbo’s body, you have to get back to being totally boring.

You stand up, feeling your body jiggle and bounce in ways you had never felt before. You put the hand mirror down, staring at your juicy ass in your tiny bikini. No. Focus. You run out of the booth, your hips swaying sensually.

You scan the beach, looking for all the total babes, ready to find your original body. There had to be someone who knew where your old body had gone. You run up to a total cutie, grinning at her.

“Heya baby! Have you seen like, a frumpy super lame guy?” You try to elaborate, but it takes everything in your power to not start kneeling down to totally fuck that hottie.

She stares at you, clearly ogling your body. You feel your body bend over, giving her a better view of your perky tits. A little hint of nipple will clearly convince her to help!

“Oh, uh! No, no I haven’t.” Her eyes are desperate to try not look down, as you giggle slightly.

“Oh, that’s okay! Say, would you like, wanna help me out? I’m soooo hungry, and you look like a total snack!”

You giggle, your mind focused on getting that bikini off of her. Who needs a lame guy? Girls were so much cuter! Besides, you had no responsibilities. No boring work, no impossible school, just the sunlight and an infinite rotation of girls to fuck. You couldn’t wish for anything more!