Dream Cyaian

Making Fantasy Alife

She’s My Boyfriend

(Mild Adult Content)

“I wish that I am a girl.”

That was the last words I spoke to myself yesterday, before a meteor shower. People said a making a wish before a shooting star can have your wish granted. Moreover, if you make a wish before a meteor shower as there are plenty of shooting stars, your wish will be granted way beyond effective.

I opened my eyes and turned my head right to reach for my smartphone. My smartphone wasn’t there. What? I was not in my usual room but in a girl’s room. With a heavy breath, I rose from my bed. Omigosh! I was wearing a woman’s pyjamas. I realised my hair was long and unkempt as I swept it aside. I have long hair? As I swept my hair, I was attracted to my fair and slender hand and I examined myself. I reached for my face – smooth. I moved to a dressing table and took a look at myself. A pretty girl glanced at me from the mirror. What the…  I’m her, Chloe!  She was my crush years ago.

Staggered, speechless, I glanced at the girl before me. Shooting star really grants my wish. How would I tell my friends for this strange incident? How would I live in a girl’s body?

Ah, I shall leave tomorrow’s worries for tomorrow and live in the moment and now I will treasure the present. I smirked. No, it’s not propriety. It’s her body. I must respect her. But, now it’s already my body. Heaven had granted my wish and now it belongs to me. Having overcome blushing and sinful feeling, I hesitantly raised my hand, reaching for my chest, grabbing it. Soft, squishy and bouncy. Aww, no wonder girls love it. And now I begin to love it.

I opened her closet and wow at a variety of her outfits. No wonder girls take so long in dressing, choosing and deciding outfit to suit their daily mood. Nevertheless, I leisurely took out a white t-shirt and jeans and headed to the bathroom and finished the bath in five minutes. Quick and express, no need wasting time thinking of clothes and linger so long inside the bathroom.

I left her room and headed for the college. She and I studied in the same college. I saw Chloe’s friends sat in a group and with a vile-like grin, I strode to her friends.

“Jason!” A sweet familiar voice called. And the name seemed to call me. Why am I being called Jason since I am a girl now? I turned around to see a familiar body, taller than me, his face was not-so-handsome, with glasses which made him looked like a nerd. It was Jason. No, it was actually Chloe, but in Jason’s body.

“Hi, Jason.” I waved to Chloe in Jason’s body the way every girl would wave and behave femininely.

“Jason!” She posed a menacing grimace.

I turned to Chloe’s friends and smiled and then turned back to Chloe. “Jason, come with me.” I took her hand and led her to a park not far away. “We need to talk. Chloe.”

She pulled her hand away from my hand and gave me a disdainful look. “Why this could have happened?”

“Yesterday night I made a wish before a shooting star. I wished that I am a girl. And my wish was granted.”

She tightened her brow. “How could you make a wish like that? You effeminate!”

“You just never know, I have behaved like that since childhood when I was attracted to a girl’s paper doll and bought it. I have a liking to wear girl’s outfit since puberty.”

“Jason, please! I want to have my body back.” She spoke as her eyes glittered, glittered with tears.

“I’m sorry that my wish has affected you. This shouldn’t have happened, but it has happened. There’s a way to reverse it – a wish before the shooting star. But a shooting star is rare, probably you need to wait until a next meteor shower…” I spoke as I took out her purple smartphone, browsing google for meteor shower. “Yesterday night is the last day for Delta Aquariids… Ah, Perseids! Eleventh to Thirteenth of August, which is about two weeks.”

“Argh! Oh my God! Two weeks?”

“Two weeks are just as fast as time flies. No worry. In the meantime, let’s understand more about our private life so that…” I grinned at her and the next thing I couldn’t see it coming was her slap.

“You …” Her words stopped as she may couldn’t find any words to scoff me. She turned away, wanting to leave as I grabbed her hand.

“Wait!”

She turned back, her eyes dominating.

“How can I live Chloe’s life? And how can you live Jason’s life?”

Her answer was quick and simple. “I don’t care. Just don’t ruin my body.”

I replied, “I will just be myself. You too, OK?”

She said nothing and just walked away as if nothing happened.

***

Thinking of how she treated me many years ago, ignited a fire of revenge within me. Stripped naked, I shot a picture of myself and posted to her, tagging it with ‘What a sexy body you have. :3’. Revenge is sweet. At the same time, I was enchanted by her beautiful slim body before a mirror. A sudden impulse moved my hand to her breast. The impulse. Where did the impulses come from? It’s not from my thought. Is it from the hormone? I dressed up and then threw myself on Chloe’s lavender bed.

A moment later, my heart jumped as I heard a manly voice shouting. “Jason! Open the door now!”

I jumped from the bed, dashed to the door, opened it.

“Jason, what do you think you are doing? Posting naked picture of me?” Chloe barged in, pushing me again and again as I continuously stepped backward since I didn’t have enough strength to resist her push. And I fall onto a sofa behind.

“That’s for what you treated me years ago. You deserve it.”

Then, she suddenly raised a fist and stopped, she turned to looked at her fist and grimaced as if wondering why she did that.

I stood slowly from the sofa. “It’s the hormone. Can you feel it?”

She suddenly threw her look toward me. “Jason, don’t do that again!”

Tilted my head slightly, avoiding her. “It’s my body. I will do anything as I please.” Walking away from her, I spoke, “Treat me well. Otherwise, I will share it in the Wastebook.” Finished speaking, I grinned and turned my head immediately to see her reaction.

I thought I saw her eyes teary. Then, she burst into tears. “Jason, you are not a man! That’s why I rejected you years ago!”

“Chloe, you self-absorb insecure Xanthippe Medusa!”

Chloe frowned. “Huh?”

“Idiot! You never read and lacking knowledge. That’s why you are repulsive and I don’t want you! And you always nagging me, always bother me with titbit kind of things. A person like you deserves no one to love you!”

Tears flowed from her eyes. Never before I saw her so devastated. Perhaps I had crossed the line. Feeling sorry, I reached for her shoulder, to comfort her. Instead, she pushed my hand and dashed away.

It was normal for a girl to dashed away when devastated. Since Chloe was in a man’s body, dashing away like that made her womanish. Repulsive and disgusting.

I felt bad for making her devastated. To compensate that, I posted a sorry message with an animated emoticon. Soon, I posted her a picture of herself dressed beautifully, elegantly and she replied with ‘thank you’, ‘beautiful’ and even picture of her handsome style. We were doing this every day. Someday, I bumped into her and told her how beautiful she is and she gifted me her pleasant smile and appraisal. Why am I doing this? Perhaps it’s the estrogen that makes me sensible and caring.

“Tonight, will be the Perseids meteor shower. Let’s make wish together at the park near our college. See you there at about 9 pm. 😊” I pressed ‘send’ to deliver this message to her.

Then I saw she replied. I opened it and saw, ‘Ok, see you there. 😊’

I reached the park first and sat on a bench, looking up the night sky with wonder. I reach for her smartphone and opened ‘NightSky’ app to search for the possible location of the Perseids.

Then, she came. “Hello, Jason.”

“Hi, Chloe.”

She studied me for some time until she realised something on her phone screen. “What’s this?”

“An app to learn about the sky. Now, I am finding for the shooting star location.”

“Jason, you are quite intellectual.”

“Thanks. Astronomy is one of my favourites.” As I spoke, my view was on the phone, not on her.

“I heard people said that a man who loves to see stars is a romantic one.”

Upon hearing that, I tilted my view from the phone without moving my head. Am I romantic? If I am that romantic, then Chloe wouldn’t have rejected me.

Then, Chloe suddenly shouted, her fingers pointing to the sky. “Look! Shooting stars! Let’s make a wish!”

Both of us immediately closed eyes, grasping fingers to make a wish. I wish I am forever a beautiful girl. I know what her wish is – getting her body back.

I opened my eyes and examined myself – I was still a girl. Then, turned to her – she still in Jason’s body.

She gazed at me smiling. “Jason, thank you. I finally understand.” Perhaps, she had understood herself more.

Her hands suddenly wrapped around my waist, shocking me as if I was electrified. Her manly body was so close to my body that I felt her heart beating as her head slowly closing mine. Her eyes looked wanting. I felt her warm peppermint breath exhaling on my face as my heart thumping wildly. She said, “I love you, Jason.” Closing my eyes, I felt her warm lips pressed gently against mine. I know this is not from the hormone.

I love you, Chloe.

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