A Wish to Grow Closer

 

It was a typical story. Two young adults in love, William, and Rachel, swearing that they would spend the rest of their lives together, getting married after a few years together at the young age of 24. How naïve you had been. Sure, everything was perfect at first, it always is. Both of you compromising for the sake of the relationship, ready to do anything and everything for the one you love. But year after year of companionship, passion slowly declined into a dreadful routine. Everything was always the same, and neither of you seemed to be willing to commit the effort to try something new to spice up your marriage. At this point you felt like you were living with a roommate more than with your wife. You each had your own little lives happening, and barely did any activities together. Plus, the sex life was basically nonexistent. You relied on porn to control your urges, as your dear wife always seemed to have an excuse not to make love. And besides, on the rare occasion where she would agree to sleep with you, it turned into a passionless romp, a race to see who would get to finish first. There was no spark, it was just so much effort for so little reward, it didn’t even seem worth it anymore.

But the real nail in the coffin of your relationship was when you caught your dearest Rachel sleeping with the neighbor. Coming home from a business trip a day early, you were surprised to hear your wife moaning in the living room. Thinking she must be masturbating or something, you decided to sneak a peek, not wanting to disturb her in her alone time. But it turned out she wasn’t quite alone. Your next-door neighbor, Dereck a tall muscular man with a shaved head was vigorously eating her out on the couch, with Rachel having her eyes closed, visibly quite enjoying the experience. You quietly retreated from the room, making sure you weren’t spotted. In the process. It was no use confronting them together in the middle of the act, might as well wait for a more appropriate time, and not cause a scene.

You felt betrayed, and yet… Somehow you didn’t feel angry at her, or at him for taking advantage of your absence to do this. You knew you should, and you knew this was wrong, but somehow you found yourself justifying their actions. This is when you knew that you had truly lost your wife, and that your relationship was over. You had lost your passion so much that you weren’t even willing to confront her and her lover? When they were sleeping together in your own house, right under your nose? You retreated to a hotel to spend the night, too distraught to even think about going back home to your wife. You spent the whole night, awake, thinking about what to do. Was this it? Were you going to ask for a divorce, and that would be the end of it? No. You couldn’t, you wouldn’t let it end like that. Despite all of this, despite the decline in the relationship these last few years, you still loved her, you still wanted it to work.

But how would you get over the fact that she blatantly cheated on you? Yes, you still loved her, but could you truly forgive her deep down? And more importantly, how could you rekindle the flame, the passion between the both of you? This was the root of the problem, and this was what kept you up all night thinking. And in the morning, you didn’t have a solution, or even a clear plan. You weren’t supposed to be back home until later that evening, so you still had all day to roam, to think. And that is how you somehow ended up in a weird antiques shop that you had never been to or even seen before. In fact, how did you even get in this place? You remembered walking on the sidewalk, and then you were here. How strange…

“William! I have been waiting for you!”

You were taken aback by the sight of the old man addressing you, who you suspected was the shop owner. He was dressed in what seemed to be a wizard costume, complete with long grey beard, cape with hood and staff.

“Who are you and how do you know my name?”

 “I know a great number of things, William, but more importantly, I know why you are here. Marital problems, right? Well, I can help you with that.”

Once more you were taken aback. How did this old man know all of this? You were about to interject and once again question him when he interrupted you.

“I can help you, but you have to tell me how. How do you want to fix your relationship with Rachel? What do you want to change to ensure that you remain together forever, as you desire so much? Tell me, and I will use my all-powerful magic to change reality, and ensure your wish becomes true.”

You hesitated. You wanted to call him out on his bullshit but found that you just couldn’t. How did he know so much, and how exactly had he appeared to you exactly when you needed him to? At that moment you decided to trust him. Worst case scenario, this was all a setup, just a prank with bad taste, and you would get ridiculed and that would be it. But best-case scenario… You could have the solution to saving your marriage and getting the love of your life back. You just had to think exactly how to formulate this, how to ensure that the core problems of your relationship would be fixed.

“Alright, I think I have it. I wish my wife Rachel and I shared a stronger bond, one of love, admiration and respect. That should do it, right? That should fix everything right?”

“Yes, it will. But be warned, once my spell is cast, there is no turning back, no undoing what I have done. It will be your new reality, now and forever more.”

You considered the risks, but then decided that it was worth it. Besides, with a wish like that, what was the worst that could happen? You nodded, signaling to the old man that you were ready to proceed. He nodded back, raising his staff in one hand, and started gesturing with the other. It was as if he was writing in the air with his free hand in invisible writing. Then a faint outline of white started tracing his movements, leaving a faint imprint of luminous runes hanging mid air in front of him. This guy was for real! Or at least, using wicked special effects. In a moment of finality, he thrust his hand, open flat and palm forward, directly into the runes, sending a white rippling effect into the air, running over you, blinding you. You lost consciousness at that moment, fading away into blissful nothingness.

When you regained consciousness, you felt lightheaded, confused. You were waking up in a bed, but it was clearly not your bed, or your room. The blankets were white and silky, and the room had a lot of pink decorations. You also felt different, younger, revitalized. But also… off somehow. You felt your hair brush our shoulders, and your skin felt smooth, no trace of hair anywhere. You sat up slowly, regaining your senses and taking stock of what had happened. Looking down, you were greeted by a frilly camisole. But it was what was in it that made you gasp in shock. You had breasts! Small, but definitely there. And lower down, you found that there was an emptiness to your crotch, a glaring absence. Your dick was gone! You were a girl! How the hell did this happen? You got up, taking stock of the situation. Looking in the mirror, the person who stared back at you was a young woman in her teens, small and cute, looking nothing like the old you.

You decided this needed further investigation. You got dressed, which was oddly more intuitive than you expected it to be, with the new clothes and new body. Heading downstairs, what you saw made you jump in surprise, and anger. In the hallway, your wife, who looked to be slightly older now, was smiling and speaking with a man you recognized all too well, your neighbor, the very one you had seen her sleep with. Frustrated and angry, you called out to them.

 “Mom, dad! What are you doing?”

Wait… What did you just say? Dad? Mom?? What the hell was going on!? Dereck turned to you, and rather than look shameful or defensive, he smiled and put his hand around Rachel’s waist.

“Oh, good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?”

Sweetheart? You stayed there, stunned, and confused, trying to process this whole situation. Rachel, who was apparently now your mom looked at you, concern on her face.

“Honey is everything alright? You look a little pale, do you need us to call the school to let them know you won’t be able to make it today?”

School!? You were back in freaking school?

“Hummm yeah, if you could do that please, that would be great…”

You were still put off by how light and high pitched your voice sounded. You heard your mom talking on the phone while you went back upstairs, have some time to compose yourself and spend some time alone, to try and figure out what exactly had happened, and how it had gone wrong.

Once there you sat on your bed, stunned. How did this happen and why? Investigating your room, you found a purse and a wallet with an ID in it, not a driver’s permit, apparently you didn’t have that yet, but a student card. Apparently the new you were 18, a senior in high school, named Willow Harris. Harris hadn’t been your last name before, so you must have inherited your new dad’s last name when you were born in this reality… Wait, reality! In a moment, you recalled everything, your encounter with the mage, his offer, your wish, his warning… He had done this! But why? This isn’t what you had wished for! Recalling the exact words you had used, you realized that this did match the criteria. You now shared a bond of love, admiration, and respect with your mom… your wife. But why do it like this? Why change you into a young girl, her daughter? This was crazy. And now apparently, there was no going back, this was permanent, your new life.

A buzzing sound brought you out of your thoughts, and you grabbed the pink cased iPhone off the nightstand. “Hey babe, you are not at school?”. It was a text from your boyfriend… Boyfriend!? You gasped, as you suddenly remembered dating a boy from school, Jake. Actually, more than dating, the new you had a very active sex life it would seem. “Not feeling great, taking a day to rest…” you wrote back, almost by reflex. Immediately the reply came in, sending shivers down your spine “Want me to come by after first period? I know a great way to relieve some stress and tension :P”. Oh no, oh god no. You immediately started to type, intent on refusing his offer “With an offer like that, how can a girl say no?”. You hit send, smiling, then realised what you just did. You just sent your boyfriend an invitation to come and fuck you! It seemed that more than just your body was altered, and whenever you did something that was too far out of character, you fell into autopilot, acting as Willow would, most likely a safeguard to protect this reality, and prevent you from disrupting your new life, and work against the wish.

You waited in your room, anticipating the moment he would walk in. You had vague souvenirs of what he was like, but your alternate memories were quite fuzzy still, so you still had to hold a gasp in surprise when your boyfriend, a total hunk, walked into your room. He smiled a cocky smile at you, and you found yourself smiling back. He looked quite mature, for his age, and your stare lingered on his biceps, his toned figure, the bulge in his crotch. You bit your lips, foreign feelings you would never have had for any man before rising within you, a heat in your crotch, a dampening in your pussy and the hardening of your nipples. Lust. Desire. Passion! You wanted, no needed him! Never before had you had such gay thoughts. Well, technically you were a girl now, so these feelings you were having were as heterosexual as possible. Gone were any feeling of apprehension.

At this point you weren’t sure if you were in control or if Willow had taken over, both your personalities melding, but you didn’t care. You wanted to be fucked, by this man, here and now. Stepping towards him, hips undulating and biting your lower lip, you helped him remove his t-shirt, sliding your hand across his manly chest as you went up. He rapidly returned the favor, removing your shirt, eyes blazing alit with surprise and appreciation when he found you had forgone wearing a bra for your first time dressing up as a girl. First time… not that long ago you had been an adult married man, and now you were nothing more than a young girl, about to get fucked by her hunky boyfriend. You knew this should scare you, disgust you, but the though of it all only excited you further, as you slipped off your shorts and spread your legs wide, exposing your dripping pussy to Jake. He did not hesitate one second, dropping his jeans and boxer in turn and exposing his rigid cock. You barely had any time to contemplate it before he plunged it deep within you in one swift stroke.

It was divine. Never as a man had you felt such a powerful sensation before. You looked up at him, mouth agape, pleasure surging through you and making you moan and whimper helplessly, as he rammed his cock again and again within the folds of your pussy. You couldn’t help yourself; this was too good. How could you resent your feminine self from partaking in such activities when they we so pleasurable? You bucked up against Jake, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him as deep as possible within you, enjoying the feeling of being full of his cock, your pussy wonderfully stretched around his length. Then suddenly he pulled out, making you whimper in need and desperation, leaving feeling so, so empty. It felt so good! Why would he stop now? You looked up at him, confusion in your eyes, while he looked down at you, a naughty smile spread on his face.

“I want to take you from behind.”

Wordlessly, you nodded, turning yourself over so you were on all fours, and presented yourself to him. Leaning forward, you raised your ass up, feeling the freshness of the open-air sting against your wet pussy lips, which were exposed from behind. You felt two large masculine hands grab each of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, exposing you even further to your moan. You moaned in a pleading fashion, begging for him to take you. It didn’t take any more for him to obey, slipping into your wet cunt with ease. You backed your ass up against him, meeting each of his thrust with one of your own. Now wonder you were such a slut, addicted to sex like this. This felt way too fucking good not to have it as often as possible! You absolutely loved the way he dominated you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back effortlessly against his dick, basically using you like a sex toy. The thought of it made you so hot.

You slept together two more times later that day, before he sneaked out, not wanting to get caught by your parents, since technically you weren’t supposed to be seeing each other on school days, and even less so when you were supposedly in bed, sick. After your first time together, and your first orgasm as a woman, you realised that you had just cheated on your wife, just like she had cheated on you. You also realised that despite that, she would still love you, and care for you, because in this reality, she was your mom, not your wife, which meant that you could sleep with anyone you wanted, she wouldn’t mind, just as she could sleep with your neighbor, your new dad, without you ever being able to resent her for it. She was married to him now, after all, and didn’t seem to remember her previous life with you. You wanted to be sad about it, mourn your relationship with her, but you just couldn’t. Not after the amazing sex you just had all day with your boyfriend, and not after you saw how happy she seemed to be with Derek as her husband, and you as her loving daughter. The two of you did share the bond of respect, love, and admiration that you wished for so much, even if in the end it wasn’t how you had expected it to be.

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