The Fortune Cookie
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Mel was in a rut, there was no doubt about that at the moment. He, and
his friends for that matter, were in a rut.
Strike that, they were in a slump. Better yet, they were in a drought, a
god damned famine that had lasted for the last two years or so. A
hangover left over from their college days.
Mel, along with his five friends Carl, Charlie, Tom, Rick & David were a
force to be reckoned with on the college campus. It was often said of
them that there wasn't a single girl in that entire school that one of
them didn't nail during their four years there. And following their
graduation with business degrees, it was widely assumed that the six of
them would go on to become as sucessful in business as they had been in
love during college. Alas, though, this was not to be the case.
Of the six of them, 4 had jobs and paid the bills on a house that they
had all rented after college. David was a lowlevel paper pusher for an
accounting firm, Carl worked the nightshift at UPS, Tom owned a printing
business that was quickly going under, and Charlie was a security guard
for the local fisherys. Rick was recently unemployed, having been let go
from his job at the lumber yard, and Mel had been out of work for the
past five months, his last job having been a four month stint as a clerk
at Blockbuster video.
Mel sat on his couch, surrounded by his friends, utterly bored by the
time he was having. Empty pizza boxes, old newspapers, and other filth
littered the rented house. They all quietly sat on leather furniture,
keeping an eye on a game that was going nowhere, much like their lives.
Mel looked around and took stock of their lives. It wasn't like they
were worthless, in his mind they were prime catches. After all, they had
degrees, they had good looks. He himself was voted the best looking guy
in the entire college his senior year.
Carl had been a star athlete on the City College Basketball team till a
knee injury ended any future from that. Charlie was actively involved in
school politics, particularly with the city's chapter of the NAACP,
though he had recently lost interest. Tom was a skilled artist,
particularly in drawing anime, and had tried his hand at being an
American Manga artist. Rick, well Rick had always been the lazy one of
the bunch, but he seemed to have women figured out like the back of his
hand. And David had been the smartest of the group, heavily involved
with numbers, but not a lanky nerd type that you'd expect either.
If life was fair, Mel had concluded, then there was absolutely no way in
hell that they should find themselves in the predicament they were
currently in.
Of course, one predicament is unavoidable, fair life or not.
"I'm hungry," Rick suddenly expoused, as if it were an earth-shattering
announcement. He proceeded to get up and grab the phone. "I'm ordering
Chinese. Anyone else want anything?"
"Dude," David said, raising his head from the game, "We can't afford to
keep eating out."
"I'll have some sweet n' sour pork," Charlie replied, oblivious to
David's objections. No further objections came, and the six men placed
their orders, after a few minutes, Mel found himself with keys landing
in his lap.
"Hey now," Mel said, somewhat put off, "Why the hell do I gotta go get
it?"
"My car is in the shop," Carl replied.
"I'm low on gas," Charlie said.
"Gotta change my oil," Tom confessed.
"I ride my bike to work," David said proudly.
"I don't own a car, looks like that leaves you and your motorcycle
Mel," Rick said. Never once did any of their gazes change from the
television. Mel looked like he was going to argue further, but shook his
head and got up, grabbing his helmet as he did.
The Chinese place was located in a back corner of the local mall. Why a
Chinese restaraunt thought it good to locate themselves in a mall was a
puzzle that Mel could never figure out, but nevertheless it was one of
their favorite places to eat.
As he approached the eatery, he was surprised to see a completely
different storefront then the one he was used to. Above a window that
was cluttered with various nic-nacs was a wooden sign that read "Spells
R Us: Magical Potions, Spells & Trinkets." To cap it all off, there was
even a wooden door in the entryway. Complaining about the guys not
telling him about the place changing location, Mel turned away to head
back to his bike. Something however compelled him to turn back and look
at the sign, which now read "Spells R Us: Magical Potions & Trinkets"
and below that in small lettering "and Chinese Kitchen." Mel could have
sworn that it said something else just a minute ago, but shook it off.
The place must have undergone new management, he figured, and he quickly
walked in.
A tiny dinging of a bell signaled his entry into the store, what could
best be described as a small disaster area within the store. Things were
thrown everywhere, everything from old records to video tapes. From
stuff in small vials to books out the wazoo. Mel kept a good luck
around, before a large growling sound came from down below. He jumped
back and saw a wolf snarling at him, leaving him to be a bit startled to
say the least.
"Oh don't mind him," came a kindly old voice from behind the counter,
"he's really quite harmless."
Mel looked up and saw an old man wearing what appeared to be a tattered
old bathrobe. To his side stood a young beautiful woman, dressed in a
typical chinese dress, and completely stunning.
"I have your order right here Mel," the man said smiling, pulling a
couple of sacks from behind the counter.
"How did you...." Mel was stopped, by the old man, who simply held his
hand up, and pointed to a sign. The sign read 'Cause I'm a wizard,
that's why.' Mel laughed to himself and allowed the old man to delude
himself, and handed him two twenties, to which the old man returned his
change.
"Ah, and don't forget your fortune cookie," the old man said, pulling
out one of the famous cookies from a jar in front of him and dropping it
in the bag.
"Don't you normally get more than one?" Mel asked, taking the sacks from
him.
"Normally, yes," the old man admitted. "But my stock is down. But I will
say this, that fortune cookie is extra special. It's fortune will count
not only for you, but for all of your friends as well. It should get you
out of the rut you're in."
Mel was going to ask what he meant, and for that matter how he knew
that, but a quick directional pointing to the afore mentioned sign
stopped that particular line of questioning.
"Yeah right," Mel said, rolling his eyes. "Those things are just cheap
promotional gags."
"A doubter, are we?" the old man said with that same mischievious smile
he had had the whole time. "I'll tell you what. If that fortune in the
cookie doesn't come true in the next 24 hours, then you come back and
I'll give you double your money back."
Mel could hardly believe the deal. As strapped for cash as they were,
some extra 70 bucks in the bank would be a nice diversion. Or better
yet, he could just pocket it and blow it on a strip joint for himself.
Lord knows it had been too long since he had been to one of those
places.
"Alright old man, you got yourself a deal." Mel smiled, and was eager to
collect on this little bet. 'What a sucker,' Mel thought to himself as
he walked out of the store, confidently shouting back, "See you tomorrow
old man."
The wizard just kept up his smile, while behind him, Danni was having
difficulty breathing. "Master," she pleaded, "Can I take this corset off
now?"
"There are worse things to be stuck wearing," the wizard said as he
walked to the back, "Just ask the wolf." The wolf's ears perked up in
fear, and then it shrugged off with its tail stuck in between its legs.
----
Back home, Mel rolled the fortune cookie over in his hands as everyone
continued eating. David looked up and saw the cookie, and replied, "How
come you got one and I didn't?"
"Supply was low," Mel said, unwrapping the thing. "Sides, the old man
was a coot. He said that the fortune would affect all of us." To that,
all six friends laughed.
"Yeah right," Carl said in between bites of his Sesame Chicken, "I guess
we should all buy lottery tickets with those lucky numbers on it."
"Now now," Tom said, sarcastically, "He might be right. If it says we'll
all get laid by beautiful women, then I'm all for it."
"So what does it say," Charlie asked, tossing his box away. Mel finished
unwrapping the cookie and cracked it open. He pulled out the tiny slip
of paper and read aloud.
"Tonight you sleep with the same lifestyle you've endured forever.
Tomorrow you shall wake up with a new lease on life." Mel just looked at
it, thought about what the old man had said, and laughed, as did
everyone else. Silently, Mel knew that he was gonna be 70 bucks richer
in the morning.
Somewhere else, an old man was chuckling himself, knowing he was about
to be throughly entertained.
The rest of the night went without incident. The six friends stayed up
till about 11 and went to bed. That night each of them had the same
strange, oddly erotic dream, involving them falling into a bed of silk,
and receiving the best blowjob of their lives by a woman. In the end
though, they felt a strange salty taste in their mouths, looked down,
and saw that they had turned into the woman. It woke all of them up a
couple of times in the night.
By 9 o'clock in the morning, standard get up time for a Sunday morning
in this household, there was stirrings coming from Mel's room. The house
was particularly large, rented out from Mel's rich father. It had 6
bedrooms, a steal in the suburban sprawl, a room for each and every one
of them. Mel stretched out, and struggled to fight the oncoming
wakening.
It was the stretching that first clued him into the fact that something
was not as it should be, there was feeling where there should be none,
and a lack of feeling where there should most definitely be some. Mel
shrugged it off and got out of bed. 'Odd,' he thought as he got out of
bed. Normally, his feet touched the floor, now, they hung just above it.
He walked into his attached bedroom and stared into the mirror. He saw
staring back at him a beautiful looking blonde haired girl with a few
freckles on her face. He smiled at the sight, and then looked back down,
before stopping. He slowly looked back up, and felt at his face. The
girl followed suit, touching her cute button nose, feeling her inflated
lips, running her hands through her long blonde hair. Finally, in a fit
of fear, Mel pulled his shirt over his head, and staring him straight in
the face was a pair of perky breats, a 34C to be exact. Mel cried in
fear, hearing her high pitched voice, as she slowly lowered her hand to
where her package should be. Emphasis on the should be. Instead, Mel
felt the empty void that all women share, a definite lack of male
genitalia. Her hand brushed up against a feminine mound, sending a small
chill up her spine. Mel wanted to scream, wanted to cry out, but
something stopped her.
Worried, she frantically ran out into the hall and looked around for
something, anything that was familiar. Sure enough, the house was the
same as it had always been, same pizza boxes, same empty beer cans, same
everything. Except there were now some feminine articles scattered about
near the laundry room. Mel shook her head in denial, and then thought
about her friends. She was worried that one of them would wake up and
find her like this, confused, alone, and without a single clue as to
what was going on. Silently, however, she knew she would have to face
them. She idly thought back to the fortune cookie, and suddenly it made
sense, and if that was the case....if the fortune had come true....then.
"Oh dear," she said, somewhat startled by her higher pitched voice.
She headed for Carl's room first, passing by a full-body mirror as she
did. She stopped to take a look at her half naked body, and sure enough
it was all female. She stood about 5'7'', with blonde hair that fell
just below her shoulders, a cute, almost child-like face, and a killer
figure to die for. Particularly her legs, which seemed to go on for
miles, even in the ill-fitting boxer shorts. Mel shook her head and
walked back to Carl's room. Quietly, she opened the door.
There on the bed was another beautiful woman. Mel shook her head, the
old man had been right, they had all been affected. Apparently, Carl
heard her, cause she proceeded to wake up and look at her.
"Hey good looking," he, looking most definitely like a she, said. After
a moment, Carl realized her voice was not her own, and looked down in
horror. Unlike the others, Carl preferred to sleep completely naked, so
it was obvious by this time to her that she too was 100% female.
"Wha....what's happening!" she screamed, nearly hyperventilating.
"Calm down," Mel said, walking over to Carl. "It's me, Mel. I don't know
what happened, but somehow we've all been turned into women."
"NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" Carl said angrily. "I've got boobs! GUYS AREN'T
SUPPOSED TO HAVE FUCKING TITS!"
Carl stood up and looked in the mirror. Needless to say, he had been
transformed into a Latina beauty. She stood 5'6'', with long black locks
that hung down to the middle of her back. Her face was round and
beautiful, but her breasts were large compared to Mel's. a 36 DD to be
exact. Her hips were wide and perfect for a woman, exentuating her thin
waist for the perfect hourglass figure. Once more, she was a knockout.
"You said everyone was like this?" Carl asked, still more than a bit
afraid. Quickly, they headed for the next bedroom, Charlies.
A few minutes, and they found the same result, a man transformed into a
beautiful specimen of the female body. Charlie had been transformed into
the exaggerated stereotype of a ghetto bitch. Her ass was big, round,
and plump. It also helped of her larger than average bust size, a 36 DD
like Carl. Her skin had also darkened and softened, becoming not unlike
the color and texture of milk chocolate. Her hair was as long as Carl's,
dark black, and had even been braided in the middle of the night. After
calming down Charlie, they made their way to the next bedroom, that of
Tom. What awaited them there was beyond recognition. Tom had been
transformed into a small, 5'1'', Asian woman. With smaller
(comparitively speaking) B-cup breasts, short black hair, and a girlish
figure. She didn't look a day over 15 to actually tell the truth.
Next, they all headed for David's room, where they found David awake,
and curious about his position. She had been transformed into a woman
similar to Mel, only with red hair instead of blonde. Complete with 34C
cup breasts, wide hips, and a stature of 6'0''. She too had picture
perfect, model-esque legs, without a single blemish on them.
Lastly, they headed for Rick's room, and found the most bizarre sight of
all. There they found a horribly exaggerated woman, with platinum blonde
hair that hung down to her ass that was almost as big and round as
Charlie's, a waist that was waspish thin, and breasts the size of
watermelons that were flopping off of her chest. Flopping because she
was bouncing up and down on the bed, rubbing her hairless crotch,
bringing herself to orgasm. When she finally stopped, she opened her
eyes and looked at the 5 women in her doorway. "Man," she said, "What a
weird dream."
"Ummm....Rick," Charlie said, "This isn't a dream man."
"It's not," Rick said questioningly, to which all 5 women shook their
heads. Rick looked down at herself, pinched her arm, recoiled in pain,
looked back up at the women, and promptly fainted. The five other girls
walked in and revived her quickly, all turning to see an old man
suddenly appear in the bedroom.
"You!" Mel said, stepping forward to meet the old man, "You did this to
us!"
"Maybe," the old man said with a smile, "but you've gotta admit, the
fortune cookie did work exactly as promised." Mel couldn't argue with
that. "I've just come to finish the deal, lousy apprentice of mine did a
half-hearted spell." Mel questioned the old man, who was chanting some
words into a book. There was a brilliant flash of light, and everything
went black.
-----
Melanie woke up and looked over to see her man from the night before was
still snoozing away. She could still feel his warmth pulsating from
inside of her, and couldn't quite figure out what was happening. All
around her her girlfriends were in various states of undress, sitting
next to their respective partners from the evening before. Too Melanie,
life was good. Ever since college they had had the times of their lives,
and the party was just getting started.
----
Back at the store, the old man was cleaning up some inventory, when he
started dusting a porcelain doll of a beautiful woman dressed in Chinese
garb. The old man stopped, put his ear to the doll, and smiled while
laughing.
"That'll teach you to undercook a fortune cookie," he said, laughing as
he walked off.
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