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Tokens: No More Mister Nice Guy
By Morpheus
Dennis fought back the tears as he hurried down the
sidewalk, hoping that no one saw them. He grimaced, pausing
just long enough to punch at the side of a tree to
unleashed some of the pain inside of him, then almost
immediately felt guilty for doing so.
Though Dennis was not bad looking, he was not
extremely attractive either. Instead, at 5 foot 11 and 29
years old, he was average. He was the type of person that
one seldom looked at twice, which made it difficult to
attract women. They seemed to completely overlook him.
Then Dennis paused again, thinking about the most
recent woman to overlook him, Heather. The woman that he'd
secretly been in love with for almost a year. She was tall,
gorgeous and sexy. And she always seemed to have a smile.
"She liked me," Dennis told himself, his voice
shaking as he did so.
After taking a deep breath, Dennis looked down and
noticed something shiny by his foot. It was a coin of some
sort, though not normal currency since it looked golden
instead. And on further examination, he saw that it was
some sort of arcade token. It had a picture of an Arabian
oil lamp, the kind in Aladdin on one side, and on the other
it read: "Token. Good for one wish." Dennis just frowned,
clenching the coin tightly in his hand.
Dennis' thoughts turned back to Heather, thinking
that it might have been easier if she didn't even know who
he was. That way he could at least pretend... But she did
know him. When he'd first met her, he'd been very polite
and helpful, just as he always was. Before long, she had
even been opening up to him, talking to him and asking him
do to things for her. At first, he had been ecstatic.
However, it didn't take Dennis long to realize that
it had happened again... He had fallen into the friend
zone. Dennis had been the perfect gentleman, being polite
and always considerate of her feelings. Unfortunately, she
didn't even consider him as potential boyfriend material.
Dennis had been forced to watch... to offer a
sympathetic shoulder as Heather dated one asshole after
another, and was then hurt as they did what came natural to
them. And even after Heather finished ranting about
horrible all men were, she would go right back out and find
another jerk to date.
All the while, Dennis was right beside her, feeling
horrible at the way they hurt her and wishing that he could
do something to help. And at the same time, he was silently
pleading, "What about me? You say you want a nice guy...
Well here I am..."
Then, just several hours earlier, Heather had just
broken up with her latest jerk boyfriend. She was furiously
ranting about how all men were pigs... and when Dennis felt
hurt at that, she smiled and told him, "Not you. You're
different."
It was at that moment that Dennis finally forged the
courage he needed. He looked back at Heather, and asked,
"Will you go out with me tonight?"
"You mean like... a date?" Heather had gasped,
looking completely shocked. The very expression on her face
had hurt him.
"Yeah," Dennis had nervously responded. "I've really
liked you for a long time..."
Then Dennis cringed, feeling ready to burst with pain
and anger as he thought about what came next.
"You're a nice guy..." Heather had started off. It
always seemed to start off that way. She even started to
laugh in the middle of telling him, "You're just not my
type..." And then she even got mad at Dennis demanding, "I
thought you were my friend. How could you do this to ME?"
In the span of several minutes after asking her to go
out on a date with him, Heather had gone from shocked... to
amused... to offended. Offended that someone like Dennis
would actually dare to even think that she would go out
with someone like him.
"I'm a nice guy," Dennis spat out, suddenly hating
those words.
Heather hadn't been the first girl to call him that
while turning him down for a date. She hadn't even been the
tenth. It seemed as though his entirely life had been based
on being the nice guy. On naturally being everything that
women claimed that they wanted from men, while
simultaneously being ignored while they went after the same
jerks they complained about... time and time again. Because
of this, Dennis was still a virgin at 29.
Dennis was nearly bursting with rage and sadness. He
couldn't believe how Heather had treated him. How she'd
just shrugged him off, as if his feelings were less than
nothing. He had been there for her when she needed him,
being her friend and not asking anything in return. And
when he finally had the courage to try telling her how he
felt, she had torn out his heart and stepped on it.
And the worst part was, Dennis knew that it probably
wouldn't be the last time it happened. It wouldn't be the
last time that he was completely overlooked in favor of
some jerk, just because he was a nice guy. It wouldn't be
the last time that a woman took advantage of him... and
hurt him, just because he was a nice guy. But that was who
he was.
"I'm tired of being the nice guy," Dennis cried,
tears finally beginning to run down his cheeks as he
absently clenched the strange token that he'd found tighter
in his fist. "I just wish that I wasn't a nice guy..."
Just then, Dennis felt a strange warmth coming from
the palm of his hand. He quickly looked at it, seeing that
the coin he'd found was actually glowing... right before it
completely disappeared.
"What the..." Dennis started in confusion.
However, Dennis was distracted from the question of
the vanishing coin by a strange tingling that was starting
to rush through his body. He gasped, feeling even more
confused as it only grew more intense. And then he felt
something more with his body besides just the tingling.
Though he wasn't exactly sure how, he could actually feel
his body changing.
"What's happening to me," Dennis whispered to
himself, staring down at himself in stunned silence.
Dennis could feel his very flesh shifting and
reshaping itself under his skin. It was an extremely
strange sensation, though not a painful one. But still, he
was confused and nervous about what was happening to him,
though strangely enough, not panicking like he thought he
probably should.
Within moment's, Dennis noticed that his arm hair was
gone... replaced by smooth skin. But that was only the
beginning. A second later, he felt something pushing out
from his chest, then stared down as he saw two round shapes
beginning to press against his shirt. Two very familiar
round shapes. But at the same time, he could feel another
of other changes occurring as well... including a pulling
in his crotch.
Dennis stared at his chest, at what were obviously a
pair of women's breasts, then his attention turned to his
fingers where he saw that they had already changed shape,
becoming more feminine looking. And even as he watched, he
could see his nails getting longer as well.
Though Dennis was still uncertain about how his body
was suddenly changing, there was no doubt that it was
becoming female. He was becoming female. But he felt
strangely calm as he realized this, watching the changes
more in curiosity than horror.
The changes continued to rapidly run through Dennis'
body, with his waist thinning and his new breasts becoming
even more pronounced. A tickling along his shoulders told
him that his hair was growing longer as well, though he
couldn't see that. Nor could he see his face, but he held
no doubt that even that was changing. He could feel it...
and when he ran a hand across his jaw... it felt smooth.
Just when Dennis was sure that it was all over, he
noticed a splotch of color on his left arm. And as he
watched, it became more clear... forming into the very
distinct shape of a cobra tattoo that ran down half his
left arm. Further tinglings on his skin seemed to hint that
this might not be the only tattoo that was forming.
Dennis stared at the dangerous looking tattoo on his
arm, then looked at his ankle where he found a ring of
thorns. And though he didn't know how he knew, he was
certain that there were demon wings tattooed onto his
shoulder blades and small devil on his ass.
As soon as the tattoos had finished forming, Dennis
found that his clothes were vanishing. They all seemed to
be melting off him... though a moment later he realized
that they weren't just melting. They were changing. His
clothes were changing, just like his body had a moment
before.
Dennis found himself suddenly growing taller as his
shoes reformed themselves into the stiletto heels of a pair
of black thigh length boots. He had a short skirt, and a
black halter, which barely served to cover his generous new
breasts. A silver chain hung around his waist like a belt,
and a whip was hanging on one side. That was topped off by
a black leather jack and a pair of mirror shade sunglasses.
For a moment, Dennis remained motionless, except for
his long blonde hair, which fluttered in the breeze. His
entire body oozed both sex appeal and attitude. As he stood
there, Dennis now appeared to be half biker chick... half
dominatrix... and ALL bitch.
Dennis looked down at himself, then closed his eyes,
feeling strangely comfortable with his new body. He took a
deep breath, amazed at just how incredible it all felt. At
just how great he felt. And somehow, that now seemed very
important to him.
Then Dennis snapped his eyes open, suddenly
remembering exactly why he had come to be there in the
first place. Heather. He sneered, thinking of that cunt
Heather. She was such a fucking little prima donna. He
couldn't believe that he'd actually been so nice to her.
That little bitch didn't deserve being treated nice.
"Fuck her," Dennis spat out, "Fuck all them bitches."
For a moment, Dennis just stood there, thinking about
Heather... and about all the other women who'd treated him
like shit in the past. And not just the women. They weren't
the only ones who'd walked all over him... taken advantage
of his niceness. Everyone had... including his own family.
Dennis felt disgusted with himself that he'd actually let
them.
Suddenly, Dennis paused, realizing that something
wasn't quite right. Then it dawned on him. It was the
coin... that fucked up wishing token that he'd found. It
had actually granted that wish of his. He'd wished that he
wasn't a nice guy anymore... and he suddenly knew without a
doubt that he was no longer either a guy... or nice. Then
Denise smirked, deciding that she wouldn't have it any
other way.
Denise reached into her pocked and pulled out a pack
of cigarettes, putting one to her lips and lighting it as
though she had done so a thousand times before, when in
truth Dennis had never smoked before in his life. Denise
took a long drag, savoring the smoke as it went down and
then blowing a stream up over her head.
"Heather," Denise spat out viscously.
After thinking about it for only a moment more,
Denise knew that she couldn't just let that, fucking little
cunt get away with treating her like that. She was going to
have to teach Heather a little lesson about respect. And
maybe after she beat the crap out of Heather, Denise would
actually let the little slut lick her nice new cunt. She
was aching to try it out and Heather seemed a rather nice
prospect. Or at least a nice little warm up.
Denise smirked at the thought, deciding that there
were lots of girls out there that she could fuck... and
lots of guys too for that matter. Of course, she'd only let
them touch her AFTER she showed them who was in control.
After she got what SHE wanted.
Of course, there were a few people to get even with
as well, with Heather being at the top of the list. Denise
smiled cruelly, taking another drag from her cigarette and
giving a finger to some old guy who had been staring at
her.
And as Denise turned around to go see that cunt
Heather again, knowing that she was going to have some real
fun, she blew out a long stream of smoke and cruelly
sneered, "No more mister nice guy...."
THE END
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