Holiday Special: The Second Box ๐ŸŽ

Return To The Boxes

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  1. Stephanie VelvetDecember 24, 2024 at 7:21 PM

    I sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the red box Aunt Steph had handed me. “Go on,” she urged, sipping her eggnog with a smirk. Everyone turned to watch as I tugged the ribbon loose and opened the lid. A blinding flash erupted, leaving spots in my vision. When it cleared, nothing happened. “Seriously?” I muttered, peering inside the empty box. Aunt Steph clapped her hands, laughter bubbling up. “Patience! It’ll all make sense soon.” Confused murmurs filled the room, but Aunt Carol waved it off. “Next gift!” she declared, tearing into her present from Uncle Roger. A lacy red lingerie set spilled out, delicate and daring. Carol held it up proudly, ignoring the groans from the family. “Oh, Roger,” she teased, pressing the bra against her breasts. “Think it’ll fit?” Another flash of light hit me like a truck. When it faded, everything felt wrong. Too tight. Too tall. Too… curvy. I glanced down, my heart racing. A black dress, long legs, and her body. “No. No, no, no!” My hands flew to my chest—full, soft, bouncy, hers. Across the room, my own body stood frozen, Carol’s voice screeching out of it. “What did you do?!” Aunt Steph burst into laughter, nearly spilling her drink. “Oh, this is too good!” “Make sense?! Fix it!” I shouted, but the sultry tone was Carol’s. “Relax,” Steph said, wiping tears of laughter. “It’s temporary. Probably.” Before I could retort, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Uncle Dave was staring at me—or rather, Carol’s body. His whiskey glass tilted precariously. “You know,” he slurred, pointing lazily, “Carol’s looking… different tonight. Real nice.” The room went quiet. “That’s me! That’s MY body!” Carol screamed. But Dave didn’t seem to care, his eyes trailing down my figure. “Never noticed those legs before,” he muttered, taking another sip. “Stop looking at me!” I snapped, instinctively placing a manicured hand on my hip. Horrified, I froze. Dave chuckled, “Well, don’t pose if you don’t want the attention.” My cheeks burned. Aunt Steph was nearly falling off the couch with laughter, while Carol was yelling at her husband. But all I could feel was Dave’s gaze, heavy and lingering. I wanted to yell again, but instead… I just stood there, heat rising in between my thighs. Aunt Carol had previously drinked a few cocktails during the night, and I was now dealing with the effects. My inhibitions were low. His lips curled into a lazy grin, and my stomach flipped in a way I couldn’t explain. I worried If we didn’t swap before nighttime, I’d probably share the bed with uncle Dave, a part of me was terrified and the other intrigued. Aunt Steph raised her glass, smirking, like if she could read my mind. “Merry Christmas. Let the chaos begin.”

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