The Present (Reward Story!)

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The Present

It was a dark and stormy night and Makoto Malone had just had to walk an extra two blocks in the rain because the bus driver had missed her stop. Makoto was even more upset because she had pressed the stop request button way before her stop, but the stupid bus driver had missed it on purpose. “He knows that my stop,” Makoto explains to her empty apartment.

“I have been getting out at that corner every day, Monday through Friday for the last six weeks,” she says thinking out loud. “He must still be pissed at me for turning him down when he asked me to go to that Halloween Party last week.”

Makoto stands in the entryway of her little one-bedroom apartment. She steps out of her, now-ruined shoes and strips off her soaked black thigh-highs. Her light spring jacket, which was useless against the rain, is added to the growing mountain of sopping wet garments. Next, she removes her black skirt and white blouse which are still plastered to her chest and legs.

Makoto walks through the living room quickly. She doesn’t want to drip water all over the carpet. She doesn’t look at the coffee table. She doesn’t see the present patiently waiting for her attention. She just walks right through and into the bathroom, missing it completely.

She removes her panties and hangs them on the bathtub faucet to dry. Next, she removes her saturated bra and faces her greatest fear. She closes her eyes and sends a prayer, “Please, please, please, let my breast forms be OK.”

She sighs in relief after thankfully discovering they are wet but unharmed. She hangs the bra on the shower curtain rod and leaves her size ‘A’ breast forms in the sink. She then wraps a big fluffy towel around her midsection. Wrapping her hair in another towel soft towel, she pats the breast forms dry with a hand towel and leaves them on the sink. Starting to relax, Makoto slumps onto the closed toilet seat and turns her gaze skyward. “Thank god today is over.”

Twenty minutes later Makoto walks into the living room still wearing the two towels. She is carrying a large cup of noodles in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She doesn’t turn on the living room lights, as she has made this trip a hundred times and could probably walk it blindfolded. “Hey Alexa,” Makoto calls out and waits for the chime. “Soft Jazz music,” she instructs.

“Playing the relaxing Jazz channel,” announces Alexa, and John Coltrane fills the air. The TV screen shifts to a lovely view of an undersea reef and Makoto looks up for the first time. Her eyes go wide as she notices the green box with the giant red bow that is sitting on her coffee table.

Makoto’s curiosity peaked and she shouts, “Alexa stop.”

Not taking her eyes off the box she fumbles blindly for her phone. She finds it. She pulls it in. Holding the phone so she can keep one eye on the box and one eye on the phone’s screen she opens the message.

“Good evening, Makoto. Sorry if I scared you,” says Makoto, reading the message from a blocked number aloud.

“WTF,” Makoto texts back.

“I sent you a present. It would be rude not to try it on. I know you’re going to love it. Samantha Salem x x x,” The next text reads.

Makoto searches her mind. She also searches the room looking for anything that could be a hidden camera. She finds nothing. “Who the hell is Samantha Salem?” she asks herself. Then it hits her, “Wait a minute. She was the really hot human resources person who hired me two months ago.”

Makoto relaxes a little. She still wasn’t sure how Samantha had gotten into her apartment but Lord knew there were lots of ways. The security on this building was ancient and she had heard more than one tenant complain that the doormen could be bribed to let people in.

Slowly, cautiously Makoto lifted the lid on the box. Inside was something fuzzy. She runs her hand through the fury of the item discovering it is so soft. Like softer than anything she has ever touched in her life. Hoping it’s a new set of fuzzy yoga pants Makoto pulls the whole thing out of the box.

Her eyes go wide again. This time in joy. Samantha has sent her a fuzzy rabbit outfit. It’s even red, Makoto’s favorite color. And it looks so warm. “I’m going to put you on right now,” she says to her new rabbit suit.

She runs to her bedroom and grabs a dry bra and panties set. She retrieves her breast forms from the bathroom. She fumbles with the zipper of the suit with excitement. She puts the outfit on and zips it up. Makoto lets out a long-satisfied breath. It is as if she just tasted a very good glass of wine or eaten an exquisite piece of chocolate. “Oh momma,” She says to the rabbit suit, “I am going to live in this.”

Makoto runs to the bathroom stopping just outside the door. “Wait...I’m a bunny now.” She says to herself. “Bunnies don’t walk.”

Hopping the last few feet Makoto looks at herself in the mirror. Her smile disappears. Her heart breaks and all the euphoric energy she had just been feeling dissipates like a bad smell on a windy day.

Reality crashes down on Makoto. Her “A’ size breast forms are way too small for the suit. What is too big for the suit is the bulge that is forming at her crotch. The last ghost of her male life she had yet to exercise. “Who am I fooling?” She says to her reflection and heads back to the living room.

Makoto contemplates herself until she’s rudely brought back to earth when the doorbell rings. No longer caring who sees her like this she answers the door still in the bunny suit.

“Yes?”

Much to her surprise the person on the other side of the door is Samantha Salem herself. Makoto stands in stunned silence as Samantha walks right in as if she owns the place. “Oh, your place is just charming, darling,” says Samantha in a thick New England accent.

“Who? What? How did you?” Makoto stammers.

“There will be time for all of that later darling,” says Samantha looking Makoto over. “Excellent, you already have your suit on, good girl. That will help matters considerably.”

“I’m sorry,” asks Makoto a confused look on her face, “What are you talking about?”

Samantha begins to strip in front of Makoto. Makoto looks away at first but curiosity gets the better of her and she looks back. Samantha removes her blouse and black slacks to reveal that like Makoto, Samantha is also wearing a bunny suit. The only difference is that Samantha’s is green. “Wow,” says Makoto, as envy and jealousy grow in her very male belly. “It looks way better on you.”

Samantha takes Makoto’s chin in her hand and kisses Makoto firmly on the lips. Makoto’s whole body is suddenly on fire. The heat is especially warm on her chest and at her groin. Part of Makoto wants to pull away but the other half doesn’t dare move.

Finally, Samantha breaks the kiss. Makoto takes in several breaths as though she has just surfaced after five minutes underwater. “Now it looks good on both of us,” says Samantha admiring her handy work.

Makoto looks down to see she now has real and very large breasts. She has hips too, big ones. Her belly has shrunk and so has her manhood to the point that it is almost gone.

“How?” Makoto asks.

Samantha looks at her phone screen which is currently displaying the time. “The long answer is going to have to wait,” says Samantha, giving Makoto the cheekiest grin. “The short answer is…. Magic.”

“Are, are, y-you my fairy godmother?” Makoto asks nervously.

Samantha lets out a laugh and then put her arm through Makoto’s. “Nothing that melodramatic, darling,” Samantha says, walking them both over to a coat rack that moments before didn’t exist. “I’m a witch,” explains Samantha handing Makoto a trench coat.

Makoto puts the trench coat on automatically as Samantha does the same. “Wait what?” Makoto asks.

Samantha looks at her phone again and sighs. “OK, here is the not long but still longer than we have time for version,” Samantha says taking a deep breath. “I’m a witch. I like you. I am pretty sure you like me. I want us to date. I’m hoping you will come to a party my friend is hosting tonight as our first date. If all goes well, you and I will have plenty of time to discuss matters later in more detail but if we don’t leave in the next 96 seconds, we are going to be late and my friend hates it when people come to his parties late, so are you in or out.”

Samantha started taping the clock on her phone screen. “In” Makoto answers.

“Excellent,” Samantha smiles and moves closer to Makoto like she is going to kiss her again. “Hold on tight, darling,” Samantha says kissing Makoto again.

With that, the two women disappeared into a lightning flash.