Valentines Day Virus
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A Mixed-Up Valentine's Day free porn video
Author's Note: Before we start another seasonally inappropriate story,
a lot of reviews questioned whether or not the first story I posted
here was my first one written, which it isn't, it was actually my most
recent piece. This story is my first standalone story, though I
contributed to a fair share of interactive stories on both writing.com
(and more recently chyoa.com) over the years. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Carl was sitting alone in his apartment on Valentine's Day. While he
had a very devoted girlfriend, Felicia, she was currently on a business
trip abroad, and not due back until February 15th, which ended up being
a good thing, because Carl had just come down with a nasty case of
laryngitis from cheering on his favorite sport's team at the local pub
the night before. Thankfully it's not the contagious type, but it did
leave Carl with some throat pain, and made him unable to speak above
more than a quiet hoarse whisper, and even then, he had been urged by
friends and internet advice to not even attempt that unless absolutely
necessary to ensure it passed as soon as possible. So even if Felicia
had been around to spend the day with, they wouldn't be able to
properly celebrate anyway.
Having taken the day off of work, Carl was tidying up the apartment in
his pajamas, and decorating for Felicia's return, so that they could do
their makeup Valentine's Day the following day. He was just about to
wrap her gift, which was as much for him as it was for her, a red bra
and panty set, to go with Felicia's favorite red cocktail dress. He
wasn't expecting visitors, which is why it was so surprising to hear
the doorbell ring.
Grabbing a pen and paper, Carl headed for the door and opened it, only
to be pushed backwards into the apartment by two women and a man, each
pushing a small cart into the apartment.
"Sorry we're late, we got lost trying to find the building. Apartment
3C, right?" one of the women, wearing vintage eyeglasses asked, before
noticing Carl's appearance. "Are you the only one living here?"
Carl nodded, but his eyes darted to her two assistants, who were
quickly taking their carts apart and setting things up in the middle of
his living room.
"All right, then. I'm Shirley, and this is Alejandro and Julia." The
woman with glasses pointed out the other two. "And we've got you on our
list for the Sweetheart Valentine's Day Makeover!"
Carl started to furiously write on the pad, trying to concisely tell
them that they have the wrong address, but Shirley quickly grabbed it
out of his hands and tossed it onto the counter, before Alejandro and
Julia eased Carl down into a salon chair that seemingly appeared out of
nowhere, before going back to setting up.
"Your lover signed you up for the full works, so just look over this
contract and tell me if everything looks right, okay dear?" Shirley
held out a stack of papers to Carl.
Carl scanned the paper, not spotting either his nor Felicia's name on
it, and looked up at Shirley.
"Something wrong?" Shirley asked.
Carl pointed to his throat and opened his mouth, hoarsely trying to
whisper, "Laryngitis, can't talk."
"My stars! You have laryngitis! Don't you worry, Alejandro, go see if
there's any painkillers in the medicine cabinet," Shirley ordered.
Carl started to speak, but Shirley put a finger to his lips.
"Don't speak! You could lose your voice forever!" Shirley sternly
ordered.
Carl tried to stand to grab his pad, but Alejandro returned and handed
Carl a pill with a glass of water. Feeling a slight discomfort, Carl
took the pill and swallowed it down.
"Right, Julia, set up the basin and I'll grab the nail kit..." Shirley
stated as Carl once again stood up. "It's all right, we know you're a
little nervous, with this being a surprise, but don't worry, Carly, we
know what we're doing."
Carl tried to walk forward, but suddenly felt woozy, sitting back in
the chair.
"Who's Carly? What was that pill I took? Was I roofied?" Carl thought
as his eyelids started to drift closed. "No, must fight the..."
"Carly? Carly, dear?" Shirley asked as she shook Carl's arm, but he
remained motionless apart from breathing.
"She's probably napping. She seemed tense, probably nervous about the
makeover, so I found a Tylenol PM for her," Alejandro remarked.
Shirley shrugged and started to fill the basin with water.
"Let's get to work," Shirley smiled.
While Carl napped, Shirley and her team worked tirelessly. Carl's hair,
which he kept long because Felicia liked the length, was lowered into
the basin and shampooed with warm water and a fruity, flowery shampoo,
while his face was covered with a depilatory cream to handle his
stubble.
"Isn't this all a bit weird? I know that gender is fluid, but I was
expecting a girl, not a guy," Julia said.
"We're not here to judge, just to make people look gorgeous," Shirley
admonished.
Speaking of depilatory, Julia and Alejandro had removed Carl's pajama
pants and unbuttoned his flannel, leaving Carl sleeping in just his
skivvies, while depilatory cream was spread over his chest, armpits,
stomach, groin and legs.
"I know this was a surprise, but you'd think she'd have shaved for
tonight," Alejandro remarked.
After enough time had passed, the cream was wiped off, and so was all
of Carl's arm hair. While Shirley shampooed Carl's hair, Julia and
Alejandro worked on Carl's nails, shaping and buffing them, before
matching them to a set of acrylic nails that were glued over Carl's
own, being painted a bright shade of red. Additionally, his toenails
were also shaped and buffed, before being painted the very same red
color.
"This is definitely her shade," Julia said.
Shirley worked with a curling iron on Carl's hair, while his face was
attacked by several cosmetics by Julia and Alejandro.
"Jules, he said that her outfit was in the bedroom, go get it ready so
we can get her into it when she wakes up," Shirley said.
"Got it, boss," Julia rushed towards the bedroom and started looking
around, spotting the box with lingerie, and upon further search, seeing
Felicia's red dress peeking out of the closet, right above a set of
matching open-toed heels. "Perfect."
Julia gathered everything as Alejandro worked on Carl's face, cleaning
up his eyebrows.
Meanwhile, Carl was enjoying himself. Sitting in bed with Felicia next
to him, romantic music playing, and Felicia was feeding him
strawberries. Though it was rather strange how she kept rubbing them on
his lips repeatedly before letting him eat them. And eyes... and
cheeks. Felicia put her arms around him and kissed him.
"Happy Valentine's Day, babe," Felicia said.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Carl said.
"Wake up, dear," Felicia said.
"Huh?" Carl asked.
"Wake up..." a voice, not Felicia's, said.
Carl suddenly woke up, finding himself no longer in Felicia's arms, but
in the salon chair. His memories started to come back, though he was
still slightly woozy from the pill.
"Wha..." Carl muttered.
"It's okay, dear. We've got you," Shirley said as she helped Carl stand
up.
Carl was helpless as he felt his underpants being pulled down and some
quick, uncomfortable work being done near his groin, before a pair of
soft, red panties were slid up his legs.
"This is wrong..." Carl slurred.
"Don't worry, we do work with people of all genders and identities, so
we're no stranger to this," Julia smiled as she helped strap the push-
up bra around Carl's chest. "Such a great bra."
Carl tried to protest again, but suddenly became aware of strange
weight on his head and face. He started moving towards the bedroom to
find a mirror, needing to be escorted by Shirley and Alejandro.
"Alley, oop!" Julia said as she helped lift Carl's legs and pulled the
cocktail dress up to his waist, letting the skirt fall over his
hairless knees, which he became aware of when he felt the breeze on
them.
"Wait..." Carl looked down. This wasn't his body. "This is Felicia's
dress..."
"Almost..." Alejandro pulled the zipper of the dress up to the top,
slightly choking Carl and causing him to stumble back onto the bed.
Carl's vision was suddenly blocked by curly hair falling into his face.
He didn't have curly hair... or did he?
"One last touch," Shirley chirped as she helped Julia squeeze Carl's
feet into Felicia's heels. It was a tight squeeze, but they managed it
all right.
"And let's see the final product!" Julia helped Carl up, as he stared
at his hands and their new extended (and polished) nails.
"This can't be happening..." Carl muttered.
"And voila!" Shirley exclaimed. "Your boyfriend should be home any
minute, and I'm sure he's going to want to ravish you!"
What Carl saw in the mirror was... well, it certainly wasn't what he'd
expected to see. He'd been transformed from a normal guy into a sexy
woman! He never felt he looked at all feminine, but his legs in the
dress, the hair, his made-up face, he looked more like the sister he
never had than himself! He stepped closer to the mirror and touched it,
his nails clinking on the glass as he tried to touch his own
reflection. His brown hair was shiny and curly in the same way that
he'd find sexy on Felicia, the alluring eyes with kiss-me lips, even
the dress was slightly filled out with his pecs. He looked the part,
but the question was... why, and who did this to him?
"Boyfriend?" Carl asked. "I think you guys made a..."
Carl was cut off by the ringing of a phone, Shirley's phone. She picked
it up.
"Hello?" she asked. What do you mean? We're here, we just finished, it
was an undertaking, but she's finished!"
Julia and Alejandro looked at Shirley with concern, while Carl was too
busy sputtering to even know what to say, or yell, laryngitis be
damned.
"But the note said 3C... 8C... I apologize, sir. We'll be up there as
soon as we can," Shirley said. "We are so sorry. That's never happened
before."
"What happened?" Alejandro asked.
"Wrong apartment. We were supposed to be five floors up," Shirley said.
"We've gotta go, the boyfriend is pissed!"
Before Carl could even react, they rushed out of the bedroom and
started to gather their things. By the time Carl made it back to the
living room, stumbling in the unfamiliar heels, they were already gone,
all evidence of their work vanished with them, except for Carl.
"I... What..." Carl sighed and tested trying to pull off one of the
nails. No such luck.
And it was about to get worse. Carl heard the sound of a key in the
lock of the front door, and before he could dart off or hide, the door
opened, and Felicia came in, wheeling her suitcase.
"Carl! I'm home! I caught an earlier flight so we could spend
Valentine's Day together and..." Felicia slowly looked up and caught
sight of the feminized Carl teetering in his, or rather Felicia's heels
with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.
Between jet lag, the craziness of getting through the airport and
general exhaustion, Felicia had no idea how to respond to the sight
before her.
"What the hell is going on?" Felicia asked, hands on her hips.
"Happy Valentine's Day?" Carl shrugged. "It's a long story."
"It looks like it probably is. Better start telling it then... Carly,"
Felicia laughed.
A Mixed-Up Valentine's Date:
Felicia checked her phone's clock as the taxi pulled over outside her
apartment building.
"Just enough time..." She smiled. "I hope Carl is feeling better..."
Felicia grabbed the door handle and opened it, grabbing her purse off
the seat.
"Don't forget your luggage in the trunk!" her Uber driver remarked as
Felicia stepped out and he tapped a button, opening the trunk.
"Thank you." Felicia pulled her suitcase out and shut the trunk of the
car.
The driver pulled away and Felicia quickly went into her app to tip the
driver, before starting to wheel her suitcase towards the door. As she
approached, a group of three people, a man and two women pushing carts
rushed out, having hushed conversations with each other as they passed
Felicia.
"The boss is gonna kill us," one of the women, wearing vintage
eyeglasses whispered.
"Shouldn't we go back to you know who?" the other woman asked.
"You heard the boss, she wants us back at base, ASAP. Apparently this
was a big client," the man said. "We're getting canned for sure."
"I told you it seemed weird!" the other woman snapped.
Felicia didn't register any of their conversation as she sped past
them. She stopped at the intercom, wondering if she should buzz up to
let Carl know she was home.
"Nah, I wanna surprise him." Felicia grinned as she put her key into
the lock and let herself into the lobby.
After heading up the elevator, Felicia came to Apartment 3C, wondering
if Carl would have even decorated. She opened the door and dragged her
suitcase inside.
"Carl! I'm home! I caught an earlier flight so we could spend
Valentine's Day together and..." Felicia slowly looked up and caught
sight of another woman standing in the living room.
Any other woman would immediately go into a rage, to come home on
Valentine's Day to find another woman in her home. There would be
thoughts of betrayal, of anger and sadness. But Felicia knew two
things, the first being that Carl would never cheat on her. The second
thing, was that Felicia knew she recognized the girl's deer-in-the-
headlights expression.
It wasn't another woman. It wasn't even a woman, although it would have
been rather convincing to anyone who didn't know Carl as intimately as
she did. It was Carl. Wearing her favorite cocktail dress and the
matching heels. Felicia had a lot of questions. Why was Carl wearing
her clothes? Was he a crossdresser? Did he do his own makeup? The
questions swirled in her head during the split-second that she entered
the apartment.
Between jet lag, the craziness of getting through the airport and
general exhaustion, Felicia had no idea how to respond to the sight
before her. So, she simply shut the door and turned to her boyfriend.
"What the hell is going on? Felicia asked.
"Happy Valentine's Day?" Carl shrugged. "It's a long story."
"It looks like it probably is. Better start telling it then... Carly,"
Felicia laughed.
A few minutes later, as Felicia sat on the couch, Carl had explained
the entire situation, how insistent the stylists had been, how the
laryngitis, which seemed to have lessened, and how he'd been
unintentionally drugged, leading to his metamorphosis into the beauty
Felicia saw in front of her.
"I just can't believe it..." Felicia muttered.
"I know..." Carl sighed, as he tried to find a comfortable sitting
position. "I can't believe they mistook me for their client!"
"No, they sound like morons. I believe that. What I can't believe is
that you look better in that dress than I ever have!" Felicia
exclaimed.
"That is not true," Carl insisted.
"Trust me, babe. You've totally got the legs to pull that off," Felicia
giggled as she put her hand onto Carl's thigh.
"That's all I want, to be able to pull all of this off me so that I can
look normal again. I'll probably have to shave my head to fix the hair,
I have no idea what to do about the eyebrows..." Carl started.
Felicia put her hand onto Carl's shoulder.
"Let's not be too hasty. I mean, let's face it, you're gonna be looking
like that until at least tomorrow."
"What? Why?"
"It's the evening of Valentine's Day, what salon is still going to be
open or taking clients?"
"Good point... It's not like we were going out anyway," Carl scowled.
"Actually..." Felicia started.
"What did you do?" Carl asked.
"Well, in the Uber, I was hoping you'd be feeling better, so I made
reservations for eight tonight at Minuit," Felicia replied.
Minuit was a trendy new French restaurant in town, one that Felicia had
wanted to try for ages.
"No way! I can't go out like this!" Carl insisted.
"Why not? I mean, if I didn't know you, I'd never know you weren't a
gorgeous leggy brunette," Felicia said as Carl blushed at the
statement. "Plus, it's sorta sexy, you know? Going out in disguise."
"Maybe for you, you're not the one that's gonna be all exposed," Carl
said, pointing to himself. "Plus, what am I going to do when I order?
I'll give it away with my voice!"
"We'll figure it out. Besides, I'm the one that's usually exposed like
that. It'll be a fun change of pace," Felicia giggled.
"No way. I won't do it," Carl said, crossing his arms.
"Come on!" Felicia pouted.
"I refuse," Carl stamped his foot. "And that's final!"
A half hour later, it was Carl's turn to pout as Felicia put the
finishing touches on her makeup after changing from her casual blouse
and capris, into a black cocktail dress, complete with matching heels.
She checked her earrings in the mirror, before grabbing two clutch
purses from the closet, one black and one red, and handed one to Carl.
"I'm not carrying that," Carl stated.
"Well, I don't have room for your stuff in mine, and you'll need your
phone, wallet and keys," Felicia said.
Carl rolled his eyes and stuffed the purse with his wallet, phone and
keys. Felicia walked over and dropped a tube of lipstick and a compact
inside.
"Tried my best to match the shades," Felicia said. "You know, in case
you need to touch it up."
"And why would I need to do that?" Carl asked.
"In case I do this," Felicia put her arms around Carl and pulled him
into a kiss.
After she pulled away, Carl smiled.
"Then I hope I have to touch it up a whole lot," Carl said.
"Play your cards right, then," Felicia said. "Let's go."
Carl spent the car ride to the restaurant nervous, and tried his
hardest to convince Felicia to turn around, but she was insistent that
they not let the mistaken makeover put a damper on her Valentine's Day
plans. As they entered the restaurant, Carl, who had gotten more
acclimated to the heels, trailed behind Felicia, mortified that they'd
run into a friend or work colleague that would see through the
disguise. Felicia approached the hostess station.
"Hi, reservation for two under Felicia Miller?" Felicia asked.
The maitre d' checked his computer and smiled at Felicia.
"Right here. It'll just be a few minutes, feel free to wait at the
bar," he motioned towards the bar.
Felicia and Carl walked over to the bar. Carl fidgeted uncomfortably,
causing Felicia to lightly tap his arm.
"What's wrong, babe?" Felicia asked.
"This was a bad idea," Carl said.
"Just relax, all right? Everything's gonna be..." Felicia started, only
to get interrupted by buzzing coming from her purse. She pulled out her
phone. "Hello?"
"Who is it?" Carl asked.
"Work," Felicia whispered back after covering the phone with her hand.
"I have to take this. Wait here."
Felicia stepped away, leaving Carl to idly stand near the bar, alone.
He glanced at the drinks menu sitting on one of the stools, not
noticing the figure approaching him.
"Excuse me?" a man's voice asked.
Carl turned around to see a nervous man in a suit, holding a single
rose.
"Hi," the man said.
"Hi," Carl responded.
"I'm Bennett." The man held out the rose. "This is for you."
Carl hesitated, but Bennett shook the rose, so Carl hesitantly took it.
"Wow... You're even more beautiful than your pictures," Bennett said.
"I'm really glad you showed up, I know it's weird doing a date like
this for the first one, but it's Valentine's Day, so it made sense to
make it nice."
Carl had no idea how to react to a situation like this. He'd never had
to endure it before, so the solution wasn't obvious. Does he just stop
the guy, does he let him finish and let him down gently? Carl opened
and shut his mouth several times during Bennett's speech, trying to
figure out the proper time to interject, when he spotted a red figure
in the corner of his eye. Mustering up all of his courage, Carl held
the rose out to Bennett.
"I... I don't understand." Bennett's face fell.
"Listen, you seem like a nice guy, and I'm sure that your speech will
be a hit, but I'm here with someone else. I think your date is back
there." Carl pointed towards the entrance, where a woman in a similar
dress had just walked in."
"Oh..." Bennett sighed. "I uh... she just told me she'd be wearing a
red dress."
"Good luck," Carl giggled. "Now get away before we both get in trouble
with our dates."
Bennett walked towards his date, while Carl tried to hold back
laughter. He was unsuccessfully hiding a snicker when Felicia walked
back over to him.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I'll tell you at the table," Carl replied, giggling like a schoolgirl.
As if on command, the maitre d' returned, holding two menus.
"If you ladies will come with me," he said.
Carl and Felicia followed the maitre d' to their table for two and sat
down, with the waiters pulling out both of their chairs. Felicia
gracefully thanked them, as Carl simply blushed and made a quick
thanks. As they started to look over the menus, the waiter approached.
"I'm Louis, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I start you off with
drinks?" the waiter asked.
The meal went well, as the two toasted to their love with wine, Carl
asked Felicia about her trip, and Carl listened as Felicia regaled him
with stories of how her co-worker nearly offended a potential client,
and how bored she was during the conference.
"It was such a waste of time. I'm gonna be so swamped back at the
office on Monday," Felicia whined.
"Don't worry," Carl said, in between bites of food. "I'm sure you'll
manage. This is really good."
"Aren't you glad we came out, now?" Felicia raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, you were right, like always. Just wish I didn't have to cross my
legs." Carl shifted in his seat.
"You don't have to, but I don't think you'd want to be flashing your
panties, either," Felicia joked.
"You got that right," Carl started to stand up, and steadied himself,
before pushing his chair in and picking up the purse. "I'm gonna go
freshen up. You want to come?"
"I'm good. Just make sure you use the right door," Felicia warned.
"I will." Carl laughed as he walked to the bathroom.
He considered for a moment, just going into the men's room, just to see
what would happen, but decided against rocking the boat, and entered
the woman's bathroom and found an open stall. Going to the bathroom
wasn't that hard once he figured out what to do, what was hard was
getting himself re-tucked.
After re-adjusting himself, Carl went to wash his hands, and as he did,
Bennett's date, the lady in red, walked out of the other stall. Carl
dried his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. The only
difference between his reflection back at the apartment was that his
lipstick was starting to fade somewhat.
"Why not?" Carl thought to himself and started to dig through the purse
for the tube of lipstick.
He unscrewed the cap and started to apply the lipstick to his lips,
pursing them the way that he'd seen Felicia do countless times. As he
inspected his handiwork in the mirror, he was startled out of his
reverie.
"I love your dress," the woman said.
Carl turned to see Bennett's date standing at the mirror, checking her
face. He noticed that, while from afar, he could see a resemblance, up
close, she was very strikingly different than how he looked. Her
brunette hair had highlights, and their faces weren't similar in the
slightest, apart from superficial similarities in the makeup.
"Thank you," Carl replied, and realizing what women typically did in
this situation. "Your's is gorgeous."
"Aw, thanks," the woman replied, before extending her hand. "I'm
Sabrina."
"Carly." Carl extended his hand and shook Sabrina's.
"I noticed you talking to Bennett when I walked in... do you know him?"
Sabrina asked.
Carl froze. Did Sabrina think that Bennett was hitting on him? Or
that... god forbid, he had been hitting on Bennett? He stuttered as he
tried to figure out what to say.
"Oh, no... I'd never met him before. I was waiting for my girlfriend by
the bar, and he came up to me, cause he thought that I was you, which
isn't that hard, given our similar taste in fashion tonight," Carl
said. "But I set him straight."
Sabrina's eyes narrowed and she stared Carl deep in his eyes. Carl's
heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.
"Okay!" Sabrina cheerfully replied with a smile. "We'd been talking for
weeks on a dating app and we'd never actually seen each other in
person, so I get the confusion!"
"Oh, thank god." Carl let out a huge sigh of relief. "I thought you...
Oh my god..."
"Don't worry about it, I was just having a little fun. We'd better get
back to our dates, wouldn't you say, Carly?" Sabrina said.
"Good idea," Carl replied, putting the lipstick away and closing the
purse.
Carl and Sabrina left the bathroom and bid each other goodbyes as they
parted ways, and each returned to their tables.
"What took so long?" Felicia asked. "I was about to send a search
party."
"You know how it is in the ladies' room, long line," Carl replied.
"A likely story," Felicia joked. "Ready for dessert?"
Once they finished and paid the check, the couple returned home. Carl
let out a sigh of relief as Felicia unzipped him from the dress and
helped him out of the oppressive heels.
"I have to admit," Felicia said, unhooking Carl's bra and looking it
over. "I don't usually get to see how a gift looks before I get to wear
it. It's kinda nice."
"Well, don't expect it to happen again. I'm never answering the door
when I'm not expecting anyone ever again," Carl said.
"I don't blame you." Felicia handed Carl a packet of makeup wipes.
"Thanks," Carl started wiping down his face. "Do you think you can find
a salon that can take care of the hair and do you think my eyebrows can
be fixed?"
"Actually..." Felicia started.
"Oh god, what now?" Carl asked.
"Kidding," Felicia smiled. "I'll call the place I usually go to in the
morning."
"Not funny!" Carl exclaimed.
"Although I wouldn't mind seeing Carly again when this is all over,"
Felicia mused.
"Good luck with that, because I never want to see her again after
tomorrow," Carl said, as he pulled out a pair of his pajamas from the
dresser.
"You're sure you wouldn't rather wear this?" Felicia held out a red
chemise.
"I'm good," Carl said.
"I mean, Carly doesn't technically have to go anywhere until tomorrow,
if you're still gonna have the hair and the nails until then..."
Felicia started.
Carl looked down at his pajamas in his manicured hands, and back to
Felicia, who was pouting and batting her eyelashes. After all, what
would eight more hours hurt? He reopened the dresser and tossed his
pajamas into it.
Felicia tossed the chemise to Carl and clapped her hands as he slipped
it over his head.
"Happy?" Carl asked.
"Immensely," Felicia replied as she laid down on the bed. "Now, let's
finish Valentine's Day the right way, Carly."
"I like the way you think," Carl said, following her. "But to be clear,
this is the last time. Once tomorrow comes, Carly is gone forever."
"If you say so..." Felicia said. "But never say never..."
The End?
Elouise
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