Bring It On. I Can’t Wait

Bring it on. I can’t wait

All I Want for Christmas

Kevin stared out the window as the first snow of the season gently fell to the ground. It was late, and he’d just gotten back from another awkward holiday gathering at work. Everyone else was coupled up, while he was… well, alone.

“All I want is someone,” he muttered, his breath fogging the glass. “A hot girl to show up at my apartment. So I don’t have to be alone at Christmas. Am maybe I can get laid for once. Is that too much to ask?”

The snow thickened, a sudden gust of wind howled outside. Kevin turned away from the window. Then it hit him. A sharp, pulsing sensation coursed through his entire body. “What the hell?” he gasped, doubling over as warmth radiated outward from his chest, his limbs, everywhere.

His hands clutched his torso, fingers pressing against his sides as his waist began to narrow, his hips spreading in response. “No… no, no, no!” he cried, stumbling toward the mirror in the hallway. His body shifting with every passing second.

His chest pushed forward, soft, full mounds growing beneath his shirt as the fabric stretched, then strained. His shoulders softened, his arms slimmed, the hair on his body disappeared.

Kevin tried to speak, but his voice cracked, climbing in pitch until it was high and unfamiliar. “This… isn’t… happening…” he whispered, his new voice sultry and undeniably feminine.

His stared at his reflection. His hair, once short and unkempt, fell around his shoulders. His face, was unrecognizable, with full lips and bright, wide eyes.

His clothing wasn’t spared either. His jeans tightened, morphing into a form-fitting red velvet skirt, while his shirt melded into a festive, cleavage-revealing Santa top. A fluffy red hat appeared atop his head, completing the look.

Kevin took an unsteady step back, his breathing shallow as he stared at the beautiful, curvaceous woman in the mirror. “I look like some kind of Christmas slut.”

But even as panic gripped him, a new feeling began to form in his mind. He couldn’t deny the thoughts his reflection gave him. She was gorgeous.

I’m gorgeous.

“Wait. No. That’s not right,” He clutched at his head, trying to push away the thoughts.

Yet, as he stumbled back onto the couch, his hands roamed his new body instinctively, fingertips brushing against the soft curves of his hips, his thighs, his chest. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips.

“Stop it, Kevin,” he muttered, though the words felt hollow. The way his body reacted, the way the warmth built with every touch. It was overwhelming.

His thoughts started to shift, small whispers at first. You’re so sexy… they teased. Why not enjoy it? Why not have some fun?

“No! I—I just need to figure out how to fix this.”

But then another thought crept in, more insistent. Fix it? Why would you want to? Look at yourself… men would fall all over you. You can get laid. Just like your wish.

A shiver ran down his spine. Men. The idea sent a strange thrill through him, and his mind immediately conjured an image of someone.

Josh.

Kevin froze, his heart racing. Josh, his roommate, with his stupidly perfect smile, his easygoing confidence, his broad shoulders.

“No… I’m not… I don’t…” But the denial was half-hearted now, drowned out by the sensations of his new body.

She…Kevin…stood, swaying slightly as she caught sight of her reflection again. Her lips parted in a sultry smile, unbidden but intoxicating. Josh would love this…

Her pulse quickened at the thought of him seeing her like this, touching her, wanting her. She crossed the room, her hips swaying with every step, and leaned against the doorframe, staring at the clock.

Josh was due back any minute.

The jingle of keys at the door sent her heart into a frenzy. A wave of excitement and anticipation washed over her.

The lock clicked.

The door creaked open.

“Josh…” she whispered, “Come and get your present. It’s under the tree.”