american dream

I just woke up in the middle of winter break to a text from my friend Todd who I haven’t seen since I left for college. I eagerly opened it up only to see that his grandmother who we were both pretty close to. I immediately told him I was coming over to his place. I felt so bad I wasn’t there for him or even her, she was so kind to us and I had known her since I was in kindergarten and met Todd. She had always scold us when ever we fought and told us that we were meant to be together. I always thought it was weird but I figured it was her making sure we didn’t make regrets that she had.

I had gotten to my car and started heading to his place when I got another text to go to his grandma’s house. I didn’t think much of it and changed course. I rolled up to the colonial house in the suburbs, it was really picturesque like the American dream in a snow globe. I texted him I was there and he told me to meet him upstairs. I opened the night red door in the front of the house and was greeted by his grandma’s very jimmy living room with old family photos wall to wall. I had never really looked at them before and as I looked at a photo of his grandmother and grandfather when they were in there 20 noticed another photo of 2 little boys. One of them must of been the grandfather because they looked very similar but so didn’t the other little boy and his grandmother. I thought it was a little odd but still cute in a way.

I went up the stairs calling Todd’s name out and hearing him in her grandmother's room. I walked in and he was sitting on the foot of her bed with a crisp piece of older paper in his hand. I walked up to him and gave him a big hug and told him how sorry I was for him. He stayed quiet for a moment before looking up at me.

“She left me the house you know.” He said quietly.

“ well that’s nice I always loved this place when we’re kids.”

“ yeah she always liked having us around she’d always tell me it reminds her of when she was younger.” I recalled the old photo of the two little boys in the living room, she must have been the little boy in the photo and probably just looked more boyish before puberty. She definitely wasn’t masculine when I knew her. She was always in woman’s clothes and she was certainly well endowed.

“ She also left one something for you to,” he said handing me a small music box. I used to play with it as a little kid because I always liked the little melody it played and I thought the little Ballerina inside was stunning. As I held the box I heard the old melody in my ear and I felt compelled to turn the heart shaped key that fit in it. As I began turning it the sound became louder and louder. The more I turned it it seemed to glow pink starting dimly at first but the more I turned the key the brighter it got.

As I reached the final turn the box spring open and exploded with pink light. I was propelled into the air by the force and I stayed there levitating a few inches above the ground. The pink light around the box then swirled and then poured into my body. The light was warm and cooling at the same time, while I felt like my body was burning up and my mind was being cooled. I felt my bones crack and my flesh moved around me. I felt long hair cascade from my scalp and felt it trickle down to my ass. My hips expanded and waist cane in. My limbs shrunk in and thinned out. I felt fat sell in my ass as it pushes out against my jeans straining the fabric. I felt a pinch in my nipples that made me release a small little high pitched yelp. Soon I felt them being pulled out from by body with flesh following the pull. My shirt which looked like a sheet on my buddy now sunk down into a crop top and my jeans pulled up and changed into a pair of shorts that fit snug around by thighs and butt. My underwear formed into a thong and split into a bra that cradled my new mammaries.

I then dropped to the floor suddenly feeling my new body jiggle violently. I then brushed my hair back behind my shoulders. “ No fucking way,” I squeaked in my new mousy voice. Surprised by the new sound I put my hand in front of my mouth.

“Yeah this is really happening.” He then sat me down on the bed and showed me the paper he was holding. It explained that since this home was built that a magic followed with it that was tied to the music box. Every generation one male was born and he would unknowingly seek out his soulmate in whatever form they were in. As soon as one couple passes the next generation would come together and the magic of the box would transform the sons soulmate into their ideal partner.

“This is fucking wild,” I squeaked.

“Yeah I know it’s weird but there was no avoiding the magic, it would continue to pull us to this point. I get if you don’t want to follow along, it’s weird and strange and just not okay by today’s standards.”

I sheepishly looked up at him from the floor and started into his eyes and something in my head clicked and was suddenly the most amazing person I had ever seen. I sprung at his face locking his lips with mine. We began to roll around on the bed exploring my new body. The rest is history. I dropped out of college and moved in with him there. We started our new life as a couple in love, living a picturesque American life in our home with a lot of history in it and more to come.