u/RandyRedditRoleplay

You had been stranded out in the country for a good hours now, all because you had tried to be a good samaritan. Because helping somebody couldn't go wrong.

While driving through a back country route out in the desert, stumbled across some blonde woman along the road. A finger out clearly indicating for a ride.

A short interaction with the blonde-haired woman lead to you finding yourself out black after she performed some action on you. And upon opening your eyes found yourself laid on the floor. Uncomfortable on some sand with irritable rocks big and small. Although something felt off big time. .

When your eyes opened you was met looking directly at the cracked road beside, vision blocked by bright strands of blonde over your eyes. Moving hand felt that soft, curled hair brush to the side. Although it seemed attached to your own head. . Weird. And your legs felt more exposed, you could feel more wind breeze over softer skin. Plus the rough sand rubbing against them. Glancing down at yourself, You found yourself wearing a white shirt that was your own. Which appeared baggier when you paid attention. Strange. . It wasn't earlier. More tight-fitting on what had been a fairly muscular torso.

Moving your eyes past the shirt, saw your blue denim jea- wait. Shorts? You hadn't worn shorts. Confident that you could handle the heat just wore your usual city attire. But now clung to your hips were tight denim shorts. Glazing past them saw bare legs. Definitely not of your own. Less muscle and less evidence of hair. Just smooth, creamy legs.

In the midst of your confusion was jolted out by a truck speeding right past you. Causing you to jump right to your feet. Stumbling slightly as your ankle buckled to the side but quickly regained balance. Albeit slightly wobbly. Checking your feet saw they were 'supported' by some blue heels? Thinking about your wobbly stance. You felt some movement akin to that word. Looking over your shoulder and a twist off the head, saw your ass was fairly plump and nicely shaped. Worst of all, the shorts didn't seem to cover anything below the hip. . This new ass of yours had the cheeks hanging out beneath the denim. Taking all these factors into mind. Moved your hands over the shirt stopped at the chest. Their was some movement. Pressing lightly felt what hung on your chest was some petite tits!

You shook your head at that fact refusing to believe it. Looking around the barren country road. You was stranded. Your car no longer in sight. No way home.

First thing that came to mind was to check the suitcase which held; A driver's licence matching the women you met, a phone, hairbrush, Polaroid camera and just other basic personal possessions alongside a note.

Which read: 'I really pulled the lottery coming across you this morning. The muscular build, fairly tall and handsome. Perfect appearance of a man. But unfortunately for you I wasn't really looking for some ride to town. No. I wanted to ride away with your life. I wanted your body for my own. I hope you enjoy your new life Sabrina. And thanks for giving me my dream. .'

Love from [Your name]

She was clearly rubbing the situation into your face. The anger you felt can wait, now was the time to figure out how to get to town. Better than remaining here and burning alive in the sweltering sun. Using the phone managed to surprisingly get a text through to your friend, me. Requesting for a lift, not mentioning the situation.

Hours passed till you finally saw my vehicle arriving down the lengthy road. Only recognising it as mine once it got closer appearing clearer through the blurry air. The car coming to a halt shortly after it neared you. Awaiting your appearance as you were by the passenger side before speaking "Get into an argument with your boyfriend? Quite cruel to leave you stranded, I just happen to be on my way to pick someone else. I have more than one seat available."

You and Nicholas were life-long friends. Always been with each other through thick and thin, from the very moment our lives began; our parents being close friends. Up to the current, although soon neither of us would be present in one another's life as much as we'd like to be.

Myself, I was more of the realist out of the pair. As disappointing as it was. How I found it regarding the different paths we pursued split away from another. I believe it was the best for both parties. The road would be long, sure, eventually we'd be in a good career, have a wonderful partner, a family to follow some years after. A perfect life, albeit miles away from one another. Sure, we'd meet up sometime when we could. A compromise for the sacrifices we'd make for ourselves.

Although you had a problem with that. The way you saw things, you could never imagine being apart from someone you knew forever. It was impossible. It should be. Yet, I mentioned it a lot and was firm on my stance. So you spent hour after hour, day after day, trying to figure out how to prevent it from occurring. Unfortunately, unable to come up with any solution.

One night after work, my own vehicle needed repairs. You obligingly offered to drive me home, conversing amongst ourselves on the way. Eventually, I brought up a topic you had feared of being mentioned. I informed you that I planned on leaving work soon after finally finding some business to list my home.

That house wasn't just my home. This whole town was. You explained to me. Suggesting that I was leaving too much behind. I remained adamant about my decision. Saying it was final, and it was time for me to move across the country. The last bit of information I gave was hopeful. I was yet to hand in my notice. A chance to turn the situation around.

You stopped the vehicle at the curb in front of my house, exchanging goodbyes before I walked up the pavement to my door. As you sat there in the driver seat, reflecting on our words just now. The thought of having one final goodbye for a long time struck like a knife to the heart, hitting heavy and painful as if by a truck. After I headed indoors, you drove off. With only one thought on your mind, 'To do everything in my power to stop this.'

Later that night, arriving at your own home this time. Went straight to bed, lying there with your thoughts. Shifting to get comfortable, many attempts to try and sleep, stopped on your right side. Looking at the bedside table saw this 'Gimmick' you had came across named a 'One wish willow.' Curiosity got the better of you, undoing the packaging to uncover what laid inside. A simple stick. Nothing more, nothing less. Claiming to grant any one wish, you humoured it. "I wish that Nicholas and I would spend more time together." Thinking about the situation, took your pent-up frustration by snapping the stick. Unaware of the outcome.

The following morning, you had awoken to numerous missed calls from Nicholas amongst an equal amount of messages in a short span of minutes urgently asking you to come over. So you hurried over, and the emergency was the last thing you could have expected. A woman in distress greeted you after you knocked with the claim she was Nicholas, after minutes of verbal evidence of your cherished memories with Nicholas. Those that only you two would hold. She proved herself to be the very man you once knew.

It had been about a few weeks since that event. Nicholas seemed unsure what to make of it. He felt as if his identity had been stripped away. Now a woman of no explanation, no background. Nothing. Coming to the conclusion, it was perhaps him as a woman. Although, from a neutral perspective. You would say he looks akin to your dream woman, gorgeous, great personality, and easy to get along with. Back to reality, you know the last two reasons were the factor it was Nicholas who was her.

Alas, you got what you wished for. This whole sudden change had thrown Nicholas off his feet. He needed time to process and sort out the situation regarding his current body. Everything was no longer in his name; His property, vehicle, occupation, and everything. Nicholas had to start anew. There was no way of explaining to his landlord.

That's what he claimed anyway.

Since then, you offered to let him stay at your apartment. Although, you can't help but shake the feeling something is off with him.

Her.

Nicholas decided to blend in he'd need a new name, Nikki was close enough to his old name.

Not everything was it seemed with Nikki. Upon taking up residence in your house, she seemed to want to spend every single second of the day with you. From the crack of dawn to midnight, from chilling out on the couch to break at work. To even more private time.

It seemed perfect to begin with. Now you can't help but think back to your desires thay one night. You had gotten what you wanted, although it was too good to be true.

Had that thing worked? Was it really Nicholas? Whatever was going on, you just couldn't seem to get away from her.

Tonight, on the way home from work, you said, "How are you holding up? You know. . ." You let it linger in the air, she immediately knew what you meant from the question to begin with. I didn't respond right away. Her face was telling that she was deep in thought. You followed up with, "It's just you seem a lot more. . Clingy?" You suggested not sure if it was the right word. The woman had been your shadow this past month, not for a moment left your side.

"I suppose I'm still processing this whole change, getting used to it. ." The woman mumbled sombly before speaking up to properly respond. "You are the only person who would believe what happened. You are my only confidant. I don't know who else I could speak and be with but you." Nikki said my reasonings before fully turning to look at you.

"Nobody else but you." She repeated.