The post below is an intro I’ve used when starting a roleplay, or shared story writing. All of my posts (in my history) are really just the intro to a much longer story I could, and may, write. I’m posting here because: 1) hopefully it brightens someone’s day and 2) for feedback, thoughts, comments or whatever else in the off chance I decide to take a deeper plunge in writing (and publishing).
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Kim let out a yawn as she raised her arms up and backwards, stretching them as she lay in the strangers bed. After accidentally, and groggily, hitting her fingers on the backboard of the bed frame, she quickly turned her head to the person lying next to her, hoping she hadn’t woken them from the slight noise. With a smile, due to noticing them not even stir, Kim looked to her right at the clock resting on the glass and wood night table. *6:47am, not too late to leave quietly* she thought to herself.
Pulling the luxurious covers off of her small body, Kim sat up and placed her feet onto the hardwood floor. Standing, and walking the few feet to the large floor to ceiling windows, she looked out over the main park in the center of the city as the sun rose. *I’ve never seen it from this vantage point…* The apartment she stood in was at least 25 floors up, likely more, and the wealth in it was apparent. The ceiling was at least 15 feet high, the floor was the absolute opposite of cheap laminate, and the building was in the center of the city with an amazing view.
“Oh my…” quickly covering her mouth, Kim turned her head and twisted around to ensure she didn’t wake her partner from the previous night with her sudden exclamation. With a deep breath she turned back and looked down to what had elicited the reaction. The cold seeping through the windows, and her position just next to the pane, caused her sensitive nipples to respond and stand. Her sensitivity had always been high, and while it could be fun at times, it was usually annoying. Those hot humid days when she didn’t want to wear a bra always caused problems, and tape was at times needed.
“Huh… what the…?” Raising her right arm, she noticed something was written in black ink. *34D chest – natural* “Why would I describe my own body on my arm…?” Shaking her head, after muttering to herself, Kim turned and walked down the row of windows, past an antique dresser and to the master bathroom. Looking down, Kim noticed a white marble floor. Pausing, expecting it to be cold, she placed one foot, then another on it, which caused a large smile to form on her plump lips. The floors were heated, and given everything around her, why wouldn’t they be.
“Oh shit!” The splendor was quickly forgotten as Kim looked at herself in the mirror. Looking back were her bright pink eyes. “Shit… I must have misplaced my contacts.” Her abnormal pink eyes were usually hidden behind brown contacts, part prescription and part to hide an oddity she simply didn’t want to keep explaining away. At least, it seemed that way, her memories were slightly fuzzy. *Probably still just groggy…* Her tall thin slightly upward hooked nose, deep red plump lips and soft cute face reflected in the mirror.
“What’s this…?” There were small crumpled up pieces of paper all around the bathroom, and in fact, littered throughout the master bedroom. *Kim is 5’0″, exactly* “Again, why was this written about me?” Being so short had its pros and cons. It was cute, and easy to get picked up, but getting something down when she had to cook, or reach something in her closet, was always annoying. “Well, that’s why I love wearing heels… it always gives me a lift. Definitely easier than carrying around a step-stool everywhere.”
Sitting down on the toilet, Kim let out a sigh, trying to remember the prior night. She had gone out with friends, danced, drank, and apparently had quite a bit of fun. Leaning over, further pieces of paper were picked up from the floor and read. Some were in her own handwriting, and others weren’t. *Probably the person sleeping and the owner of this amazing apartment.* One note referenced her love of oral, both giving and receiving, which only made sense given her large soft lips. Another wrote of her mixed-colored mid-back length hair; it always had various shades of brown and blonde, and was another oddity which fortunately didn’t tend to come up much in conversations. Other notes listed things definitely not about her, likely the other person from last night. Upon closer inspection, the ink on her arm appeared to be written by the other person, with her handwriting adding the ” – natural” to it. Some notes were crossed out; one about having a cat tail, another where her mouth and pussy were swapped. “Weird… but… interesting…” Kim spoke to herself as she raised a brow.
Wiping her front, Kim stood up and walked out of the bathroom, past the bed and into the hallway. As she walked in the hall, she couldn’t help but be overcome by the wealth in the place. Paintings and portraits adorned the walls, which should be in a museum. Crystal chandeliers hung from high up, and upon entering the living room, the rugs and couches must have been custom made.
Finding her black medium purse on the couch, Kim reached in and pulled out her morning-after clothes, just in case she found herself waking up in a stranger’s house. It certainly was not the first time, although she couldn’t quite remember when the last time was. A sigh of relief overcame her as she pulled out her yoga pants and top with her thin long arms. Fold up flats shortly followed and were dropped on the expensive area rug. Her phone was also, fortunately, still there as well as her dark sunglasses which were a backup for the contacts.
After taking a few moments to get dressed, and gaze at the opulence around her, Kim quickly walked back down the hall and to the bedroom. Leaning over by the door, she picked up her small outfit and heels from the floor from the prior night and threw it into her purse. Walking up to the sleeping mass under the covers, she leaned over and reached for the notepad on the dresser next to the bed. *Sleep for 12 hours* was written on the pad, along with what appeared to be a K in the middle of being written after the last word. It definitely wasn’t her handwriting. Ripping the page off, Kim pulled a pen out of her purse to write a quick note.
“Does this still write?” Taking another paper on the night stand, she unfolded it to read *Kim’s waist is 24 inches* which was followed by *Kim is 29 years old*. It was of course coupled with another paper detailing her love of buying and wearing heels. With a chuckle, she began writing a 1 in front of the 29, although no ink came out from her pen. Placing it back into her purse in an effort to get another, she noticed a black sleek pen sitting on the table.
“Maybe this will work.” Taking another paper, with *Kim is Caucasian* written on it, she crossed out the “Cauc” to test the pen. As soon as the strikeout was written, and the pen was lifted, Kim’s skin tone start to change, adding in a yellow hue. Cheekbones started realigning, although everything came to a stop and reversed immediately as soon as “Cauc” was written above the strikeout; another test of the pen. “Great, this works!” Kim obliviously exclaimed.
*Thanks for the night. It was*… Stopping, Kim knew “Great” would work, but perhaps it would make sense to increase her excitement in the note. Why not make them feel better when waking and seeing it. *It was AMAZING!* As soon as the pen was lifted, a sense of ease and delight overcame her. Her thoughts of the night became exceedingly positive, far more than before. “Guess I’m not so groggy anymore.” Absentmindedly, the sleek black pen was placed into her purse.
With a kiss blown in the sleeping stranger’s direction, Kim went back to the living room to put her coat and sunglasses on. Turning, she continued down the hall and walked out of the apartment, took the elevator down, and grabbed a cab.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lsm3dg/magic_pen_forgotten_night_f_transformation_body