If you could grant someone’s deepest, unspoken wish, would you do it—no matter the consequences? ✨
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ReplyDeleteThe Christmas lights twinkled merrily, casting a warm glow on the cozy living room, as the rich aroma of pine and the subtle scent of bourbon filled the air. It was just Dad and me, sharing a rare moment of father-son bonding over a couple of glasses of whiskey. The conversation flowed easily, meandering through topics both profound and mundane. Then, in a moment of vulnerability, he revealed a hidden longing. "I always wanted a daughter, you know." His words hung between us, a confession that surprised me. I lifted my glass in a playful toast, trying to lighten the mood. "You've got me." A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a distant sadness. "I know, son. You're great. But I imagined having a little girl—seeing her all grown up, in a prom dress, or walking her down the aisle." His tender words sparked an idea, a memory of a coworker's tale about X-Change pills. A temporary gender swap, a chance to experience life as the opposite sex for a day. It was the perfect gift, a way to grant his wish, if only for a fleeting moment. On Christmas morning, I woke with eager anticipation. I popped the pill and the transformation was surreal. It started with a tingling in my limbs, followed by a warmth spreading through my body. My chest swelled, my frame shrank, and my skin softened. My jawline became finer, my hair grew longer, and when I spoke, my voice was light and melodic. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A young woman stared back at me—delicate features, wide eyes, and a smile that felt unfamiliar yet oddly natural. I ran my hands over my body, marveling at the curves and the way my waist cinched in. I felt… strange. Feminine. Excited. To really sell the surprise, I slipped on a Santa minidress I’d borrowed from a friend. The red velvet hugged my new figure, the fur-trimmed hem brushing against my thighs. I paired it with knee-high socks and a pair of heels I’d found in my mom’s old closet. I twirled in front of the mirror, giggling at how the skirt flared out. This was going to blow Dad’s mind. I pranced downstairs, the heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Merry Christmas, Dad!” I called out, my voice sweet and lilting. Dad looked up from his cup of coffee, his jaw dropping. At first, he seemed confused, but then recognition dawned on his face. “Wait… is that you?” I grinned, brushing my hair behind my ear in what I hoped was a graceful gesture. “Surprise! You said you always wanted a daughter, so I thought, why not give you one for the day?” For a moment, he was speechless. Then he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, I’ll be damned. You actually did it.” I twirled for him, letting the skirt flutter around my legs.
Part 2
ReplyDelete“What do you think?”“You… you look beautiful,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “It’s uncanny.” The day unfolded with a mix of excitement and unease. I felt graceful, my movements fluid and feminine, but his gaze made my skin prickle. His compliments, once endearing, now felt loaded with hidden meaning. When I bent over, his eyes lingered, and his words held a double meaning. "Careful, that dress is a little short." I laughed it off, but his gaze burned. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “you remind me of your mother when we first met. She used to wear dresses like that.” I blinked, unsure how to respond. “Thanks?” I said hesitantly, shifting in my seat. His gaze lingered on me, making my skin crawl. That evening, things escalated. We were watching a Christmas movie when he casually draped an arm around my shoulders. At first, it felt innocent. But then his hand slid down, resting on my arm in a way that felt oddly possessive. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I wish this could last longer.” I stiffened. “Dad,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “maybe we should call it a night.” But he didn’t move. Instead, his hand lingered, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “You don’t know how happy you’ve made me,” he said softly, turning to look at me. His eyes were intense, his face inches from mine. Panic surged through me. I stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the popcorn bowl. “I think the pill’s wearing off,” I lied. “Better head to bed before I change back.” His expression darkened, but he nodded. “Yeah… yeah, of course. Goodnight, sweetheart.” The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine. I locked my bedroom door that night, waiting anxiously for the pill’s effects to wear off. When I finally returned to my normal self, I felt a flood of relief—but also a deep, gnawing discomfort. The man I thought I knew, the father I trusted, had revealed a side of himself I could never unsee.The next morning, he acted as if nothing had happened. But I couldn’t look him in the eye. I’d given him the gift he always wanted, but in doing so, I’d uncovered something I could never forget. Some wishes are better left unfulfilled.