Hateful Love

Part 1

Holding in her tiny hands a small mirror, Alice stared at her own reflection, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Her dark hair blocked her vision a bit, so she gently pulled it behind her ears to take a better look. 'It is me... right? How is this even possible? I'm a... woman' she thought to herself as if it wasn't clear enough that she was feeling her new breasts pressing against her tight, red dress and her emptiness down below where her penis used to be. Her heart raced. 'No, no, no. It's a joke. This can't be real!' she cried inside as the fear of the unknown became an unstoppable avalanche.

"It's not a joke," the feminine voice came from the other room as if she had heard her thoughts, which wasn't entirely impossible, almost as impossible as the fact that Alice a few minutes ago was Lorenzo - a young, good looking, Italian guy. "Oh, don't be scared, honey. You're not dreaming. The transformation is complete. And I have to say, you look hot as hell," Lisa laughed with delight, clearly satisfied with her work.

"You no serious! Make me same me again! Ah yah, why I talk like ben dan?" Alice, trying to speak clearly, could hardly believe she couldn't articulate a simple sentence without sounding like a brain-damaged kid. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the foggy feeling. 'My speech. What happened to my speech?'

"Your speech? Damn, Alice, you are funny." The beautiful, red-haired Lisa grinned, "Honey, you are Chinese now, so don't expect to sound like an Italian boy ever again."

"No! No, no, no. Nooo," Alice panicked and began pacing the room, "I no Chinese! You stupid, stupid genie! Me Lorenzo, I man!" Alice yelled and waved her arms at her, "Me Lorenzo. Me Lorenzo!"

"Oh, don't worry about your speech, honey. It's for your own benefit, believe me." Lisa giggled and winked. Then she pointed at Alice's head and made a circle in the air. "You'll understand later what I'm talking about, my dear," said she, "You look fine and dandy! Gosh, Marco would go wild on you. Just look at yourself in the mirror!"

"Marco?!" Alice yelled, her mind spinning with the realization of what Lisa had meant.

"Oh... yeah, yeah. Remember - 'I wish to find the love of my life'? And now you are, so no problem. No complaints. Right, honey?" Lisa asked, raising a brow. "'I wish to be rich' and he is rich... brr... It's a pity that when I fulfilled his wishes I was still under the power of the lamp... So many regrets." she murmured with sad face, but then grinned widely, when her gaze falled on Alice's breasts.

"'I wish to be young and very sexy.', isn't it? And it's a fact! Look at yourself! You are really young and really, really sexy!" the free genie stated and laughed aloud. "Come on! Don't look so mad. It was only your desires! And I fulfilled them, although I could have done anything! Even turn you into a monkey! I really could! And you're grateful that I haven't done this. I'm such a kind-hearted woman. And I'm sooooo happy, I really like what you turned out to be, Alice..."

"Stop smiring! Dis no funny!" Alice/Lorenzo yelled. "Me hate it! Me want be me!"

Part 2

"Who is there?" came a loud voice from the other room and suddenly Marco walked inside the room, making Lisa vanish out of thin air. Alice jumped in terror at his presence, covering herself as much as she could, but at the same time she felt a warm flush in her chest at the sight of him. She stared at her best friend's tall and well built body with awe, 'Why I feel so strange?'

"Hey! Who are you? And what are you doing here? Get out!" he demanded, looking at the woman standing in front of him in a tiny dress, clearly confused.

"Me me! Lorenzo," Alice whispered as she pointed at herself. Her heart raced in her chest, but her body was reacting in an unusual way as Marco approached her. He stopped just a few inches away, towering above her, looking her up and down. 'Why I feel like this? This not funny. Damn, my crotch is getting wet and my nipples are hard, damn, what's going on with my body? What's happening to me?'

"Lorenzo? Lorenzo? Are you crazy, lady? Lorenzo is a man and my best friend, so he is not a Chinese prostitute who somehow ended up in my house! How did you get here?" he touched her chin, lifting her head up, causing her body to tremble with a mix of fear and... desire?

"Me no pros-ti-tute," Alice shook her head in disagreement, "I... I Low-renzo," she said and turned away from his grasp, unable to control her body's reaction. "Genie do it to me! I no can do... No can... Uff!" she sat on the bed, hiding her face in her hands. 'What going on in me? Why I feel so horny, and so weird? What the hell is this?'

Marco was looking at the Chinese beauty with confusion, but also with growing curiosity and interest, as he walked slowly around her, trying to take a better look. Then his phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket, staring at the display. It was a message in telegram from their mutual friend: 'Hi Marco! How do you like your new chick? I've told you - Lorenzo always dreamed of becoming your girlfriend! Lol. She is amazing, right?' Marco frowned at the message, 'What the hell?'

He looked at the woman again, who examined her body, touching her hair and boobs. His cock stirred at the sight and he texted back 'What?! It's impossible! You've gone nuts!'

His friend answered right away 'So you already have her. Dude, I can't believe Lorenzo made a wish like that, but we all saw how your genie fulfilled it - I mean, I know you two were good friends, but, come on... you're into girls and he's... Lorenzo was into boys, seriously? LOL. Man, what a weirdo. Fuck, we drank with him and now look what happened. He wished for his girlfriend to be YOU!' then after a pair seconds a new message followed 'Wish fulfilled! LOL. Dude, don't forget to use protection.'

Part 3

"Wha? Wha on da phone?" asked Alice and tried to look at Marco's mobile, "Lemme see!" she said, reaching for it. But Marco turned it off and hid it in his pocket, then took a step back from her. He felt how his dick was growing in his pants, only hearing her strong Chinese accent turned him on.

"Lorenzo... It really is you? Oh God... Why didn't you tell me that you... Oh, Jesus... This is..." Marco ran his hands through his hair in confusion. "Why haven't you ever told me about it... Lorenzo... Alice?" he looked at the Chinese girl sitting on his bed, then slowly approached to her while she was looking at him with the same confused look on her face. "So you've always wanted me as... As my... Girlfriend?"

"Girl-f-rie-nd? Me... No!" Alice shook her head vigorously in protest and looked down to her lap in shame. 'Does he think I like him? HIM?! Marco?! Fuck no, he is my friend and i'm into girl! And even if I was gay I would be into guys like Brad Pitt or something not this ugly, stupid jerk who I call my best friend! He is really dumb to believe such shit!' she thought as she was biting her lower lip with irritation. 'How can he even think I have feelings for him?'

She took the mirror again and stared at herself with anger.

"Don't like the way you look?" asked Marco, feeling a little guilty about it, guessing that Lisa had turned Lorenzo into the perfect girl for Marco's tastes.

Alice's expression changed suddenly from anger to sorrow, "I no like, no! I... I no even talk! Bad mirror!" she threw it on the floor and the glass broke into many pieces, as the mirror fell. "Me no... like. Not this! No look good. Not this. Want go back me, Lorenzo."

"You are beautiful, Lorenzo, don't say that! Look at yourself," Marco approached and sat on the bed near her. He stared into her dark eyes as she looked into his blue eyes, both unable to stop a strange feeling of excitement in their guts, their hearts racing as they got closer to one another.

"No Lorenzo," Alice shook her head, feeling confused at her own contradiction. "I am... I am Alice," she whispered and bit her lower lip with desire as he lifted his hand to touch her face, running his finger on her cheek and her jaw line.

Part 4

'What the hell is wrong with me?! I'm not supposed to feel anything towards Marco! It's wrong! I'm a man, I'm into girls! I'm not gay and Marco is... he is Marco, for god sake! This is a disaster. It's so humiliating!' thought Alice to herself as Marco got even closer, so close that she could smell his perfume. 'What's he doing? I hate it!' she wanted to push him away but instead, she found herself slowly leaning towards his lips, their faces getting closer to each other. 'Damn it!'

"Alice," Marco whispered as he brought his lips closer to hers and pressed them gently, then slowly opened his mouth and kissed her, letting their tongues meet. He was feeling so excited that he felt dizzy, his cock growing bigger, pulsating with desire. "Oh God... I want you..." he muttered into her ear and slowly pulled down her dress, freeing her breasts, and gently stroked them with his fingers, playing with her hard nipples.

Alice felt as if a lightning had struck her, "Ah!" she let out a quiet moan as her nipples turned rock-hard against his fingers and she could feel the moisture gathering down there between her legs. 'I can't resist this! Damn it! He is touching my tits and it feels so fucking good, I can't hold it anymore, I need more! Fuck, I'm so horny! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!'

She grabs his hair and kisses him passionately, pushing him to the bed and sits on top of him, straddling his body with hers. "Me fuck you now!" she yells out, feeling how under her hips his dick was pulsating, "You... You so big, ah!" she moaned as she took his hard cock out.

Marco wanted to ask something, but then he felt how she slowly slid her body down, making her pussy rub on his dick.

"Fuck it! Ah! Marco! Marco!" Alice yelled his name as she rode up and down on his cock. "I love it! I love your cock in me! You feel so fucking good in me!" she cried in pleasure, not really caring about anything else than getting fucked and fulfilled by Marco's huge cock. And in fact, this was what Marco had always dreamed of and his dick was pulsating with pleasure. It was his dream to have a girlfriend like Alice, a cute Chinese girl with a hot, tight pussy who was modest and submissive to him in public, but when she was at home or in a bedroom she would ride him hard.

He grabbed her waist and started moving her up and down, increasing her rhythm as he started to penetrate her harder and harder, but she slapped his hands away, not wanting to lose control of their movements. "No! You stay! No control!" she cried, making a face like a spoiled princess, and started riding him harder, her hips moving in a quick, rhythmical way up and down on Marco's cock, making his pleasure even bigger and harder, and at the same time, making Alice's pleasure bigger too.

Part 5

'God... God! This is so humiliating... I hate myself, why I couldn't resist him? He is Marco for fuck's sake! He is like my brother, and yet I fucked him, like a stupid whore! And even more, I loved it! I loved it, oh god, this is so disgusting!' thought Alice to herself, ashamed of her behaviour as she lay on the bed next to Marco who was lying with closed eyes, a wide smile on his face and an arm thrown across his eyes. She could hear him panting from all the hard work.

"God... that was amazing, I love you..." he said and smiled at her, then hugged her, pressing her head to his chest as she turned away, trying not to show that she was ashamed, "What's wrong?" Marco asked with concern. "Aren't you happy? Aren't you glad I'm here, with you, and we had the most amazing sex ever?" he whispered to her ear and started stroking her back gently.

Alice wanted to scream and punch him, but she kept silent, not daring to say anything, 'How can he ask that! I don't like him! This is all a nightmare, and yet I fucked him. Damn genie...'

Marco got up from the bed and looked at Alice who was laying on her belly, covering herself with the sheet, "Come on! Aren't you hungry?" he asked.

"Hungry?" asked Alice, a little surprised by the sudden question. She got up on the bed, sitting up with a straight back and staring at Marco, not knowing how to react. She wanted to scream, to kick him in the balls and leave him alone, but there was something that stopped her. "Yes, I am. Very hungry," she said in a soft voice.

Marco looked at her with a warm, caring smile and pulled out his cell phone, "Ok. What do you want?" he asked and took his jacket. "Anything you like, just say it, I'll call the restaurant."

Alice couldn't believe it, "I want be me!" she yelled angrily. "Why you so... how it say... so calm?"

Part 6

Marco was surprised by the question, but he decided to give a good explanation, "Calm? Oh, well... You've always wanted be my girlfriend, but you were guy. Now you're a girl, and so fucking sexy," Marco winked at Alice as he got up and got dressed. "So, I'll call a restaurant. What would you like to have? Anything you want, my sweet, beautiful Alice, anything," he said to her softly.

Alice's heart sank at the thought of eating with Marco. "I no want it! no resro-a... brrr! fuck!... I... I no want be your... be your gf," Alice's voice cracked as she turned to the side in the bed and pulled the sheets over her body, trying to cover herself. 'This is humiliating... He doesn't understand...'

"Lorenzo... Alice... stop pretending like before. Genie fulfilled your wishes like she did with mine. And she certainly couldn't do anything you didn't want her to do. If you didn't want it, you wouldn't be so hot and you certainly wouldn't have sex with me." he seat back next to her and wrapped his arms around her, making her blush. "No one forced you to do it."

'Damn! Why he has to be so... so right?! I hate him! But he is right, I fucked him, I didn't fight back! I fucking love it when he touched my tits and... Ugh... But i not wish this!' she thought with anger, but her body started reacting to his embrace, her pussy got wet once more, she couldn't hide it and she blushed again. "Go to... go to... hell," Alice whispered with embarrassment, hugging Marco tightly as he laughed and pressed his lips gently to her ear and started kissing it. "I am so glad you are mine, Alice. You have no idea..." he whispered, kissing her neck as she closed her eyes. 'God damn it! He is so fucking cute and... Ugh! This is so disgusting, I have to resist! I am Lorenzo! Lorenzo!'

Part 7

Suddenly, they heard knocking on the door, causing Alice to jump up in alarm as she realized that it was probably Marco's servants. She didn't want that somebody else saw her in Marco's bed n**d with him, 'Damn it! It's like i am his fucking whore! Damn this stupid body and stupid Marco!'

She tried to hide under the bed cover but it only made her look more sexy to Marco, who loudly laughed and opened the door. "Guys, I know how it sounds but... yeah... My... my girlfriend is here, well, and she needs clothes," Marco said awkwardly as he let the servants inside.

The maids, dressed in white uniforms and caps, gasped with surprise, hearing those words, "Mister Marco, but... Miss Alice is here..." she said with a shocked expression without understanding anything at all.

"Yeah, and? She is here and she needs clothes. Why is this such a shock to you?" Marco said as the maids looked at each other confused. "Wait, how do you know her name? I just mentioned that she is my girlfriend."

"Mister Marco, she is not your girlfriend... She is your wife... And she lives here." the maids whispered to Marco, afraid of offending him. "She has clothes, we will get her dress." she said politely and turned to Alice "Mrs. Lee, what clothes do you need?"

Alice's face turned bright red when she heard that word. She thought that she heard wrongly and quickly stood up in the bed, "Me no, me no... I no... No wife. Marco no husband," she muttered, shaking her head in embarrassment. 'No, it's not possible. No! No! I... No, Marco and I... No! We are not married, for fuck's sake!'

The servants were taken aback by her reaction and looked at Marco, confused.

"Oh my god..." Marco muttered in disbelief as he looked at his hand and saw his wedding ring.

"No..." Alice paused when in her mind suddenly appeared a bright image of a wedding in church - she was there, walking in her white dress and veil, while the organ played, Marco was waiting for her and she closed her eyes for a second at this moment, feeling butterflies in her stomach and happiness... She fel even how tight were the dress on her... 'What the... How the... Why... How come... What is happening?'

"Marco..." Alice looked at him as he turned to her, still trying to comprehend how and why he has a wedding ring. 'Am I dreaming or this is real? What is this, damn it?'

"Yeah, well... Apparently we are husband and wife... But I can't remember a thing of that," Marco laughed nervously, causing Alice to frown in response, "No remember?! What mean no remember?! I remember everything!" she screamed and threw a pillow at him angrily.

'What a jerk! It's the most important day, and he doesn't even remember... fuck... the important day? Seriously? I seriously think so? Hey! What is he laughing at?!' thought Alice and stood up, covering herself with a blanket and heading towards the maid with the words "I dress. Me clothes." she said in a calm, firm voice, looking at Marco out of the corner of my eye, who was looking at her with admiration, she blushed again and hid her face from him with a shy smile. 'I can't even be mad at him when he looks at me like that...'

Part 8

"Mrs. Alice, If you allow me," said the maid with a polite and humble tone and took her hand to lead her into another room where a luxurious dressing room was with many dresses hanging on the rack. Alice walked slowly, glancing at the dresses with interest and a strange feeling of recognition as she had a vague memory of herself picking them out in the store and buying them for herself. 'I have all of them... I can remember myself picking them and I have them...' she thought in disbelief.

"It my... this... they my clothes." Alice said in a weak voice as her face turned bright red. The maid nodded and smiled. "Mrs. Alice, they are all yours. Your dresses, your shoes, your accessories and... Sorry for asking but, Mrs. Alice, is this some kind of game? You and Mr. Marco... playing some kind of... pretending, right?" The maid asked hesitantly.

Alice shook her head slowly, "No. No. Me... Me no understand it either. It not game," she muttered as she took a bra and started putting it on. "Me... Me confused... What to do?" She whispered softly with sadness and confusion as the maid looked at her in surprise. 'It is not a game? We are married and this is all so real... I'm fucking mail-order bride...'

Maid slowly reached her hand and took her bra, helping Alice to put it on. "Here. It's easier that way." she whispered softly as she adjusted the bra's strap.

"Thank you. Sorry." whispered Alice, turning to the dress rack.

"It's my job, Mrs. Alice." Maid smiled with compassion at Alice, not understanding at all what's going on. "Is everything all right, Mrs. Alice?" She asked as Alice slowly approached the dress rack and slowly, carefully examined each dress with a serious face.

'So many choices... which one to choose?' She asked herself. All the names of the brands and designers appeared in her head while she looked at them. 'Wow... I... I really know them. And they look like i am buying them for myself... But I didn't. Why it feel like this? Why this dress feel like it is my favourite dress? Why this feels so real?' She asked herself, taking a black, lace cocktail dress off the hanger and staring at it in silence.

"Oh, your favourite, Mrs. Alice..." Maid smiled kindly and approached Alice who was holding the dress with a sad, dreamy face and stroking it.

"Yes..." whispered Alice with a soft voice and nodded, "Favourite..." she looked at the dress and smiled a little. 'Yes... I feel like it's my favourite... It feels like i am so happy to see this dress, so many memories...' she thought and smiled with happiness, trying to hold back tears of joy that started forming in her eyes. 'Damn! What the fuck! Why i feel like this, what the fuck?! I don't... I'm Lorenzo for god's sake. It's just a stupid dress... But I know it is my favourite and... Oh damn!'

"Do you want me to help you dress, Mrs. Alice?" Maid asked gently and with kindness. Alice nodded shyly. 'God, i am so embarrassed and happy... This is so fucked up...'

"Thank you..." She whispered softly.

Part 9

A short time later, dressed in a short, black cocktail dress without sleeves and black high heels, Alice walked downstairs in a strange, dream-like state, looking around the mansion that Marco has after Lisa fulfilled his three wishes. She remember how she was her as Lorenzo when she first came here with other their friends... It felt like it never happened, like all her life as Lorenzo was like a nightmare. 'No... I liked being me! Why do I think so? It's like I really wanted to be girl and be with Marco. It's not true! But... God! It feels like... Ugh!'

Marco was waiting for her downstairs, dressed in a black tuxedo. He smiled when he saw her and approached her with a wide smile.

"Alice! You are so beautiful! You look like a super model! This dress, this dress... Oh my god!" he said with admiration as Alice smiled and blushed at the compliments.

"Thank you!" Alice said happily and shyly, trying not to look at him so he could not notice her blush. "Mar..co.. We... talk. Talk, okay?" Alice asked softly in a pleading tone as they walked together towards the car, where a driver was waiting for them.

"Of course!" Marco replied quickly, "Of course, baby..."

'Baby?! Oh damn... This is so fucked up, i am so fucked up... Why I am blushing?'

"It's... we... me confused. So... So... I need..." Alice tried to say but couldn't find the words as Marco looked at her with concern and love as she fidgeted nervously in the seat, looking out the window at the city and the passing lights. "So confused," she finished in a sad whisper and Marco put his hand over her hand gently.

"I am so sorry... I just don't remember a thing, you know?" Marco said sincerely and gently squeezing her hand.

"What?"

"Wedding, Alice. Our wedding." Marco replied quietly. "I mean... It's strange that you remember anything, because in fact your wish just came true and it looks like you always were my wife."

"No! I mean, it no true! You wrong!" Alice protested as Marco sighed sadly, "Maybe... But Alice, what if it's true? I mean, look at yourself! You are not Lorenzo anymore!" Marco said firmly as he reached for a glass of wine from a nearby table in limo and took a sip.

"What?"

"Look at yourself, Alice. You are beautiful, sexy and perfect. You are the best girlfriend, no... you are the best wife! And you always were!" Marco smiled and winked at Alice who blushed again. 'Ugh, he is so... God, this is so stupid.'

Alice blushed again as she tried desperately not to look at Marco and kept staring at her dress, the only thing she could focus her gaze on, "Yes. Yes, you right. You right!" she said nervously, nodding her head in agreement as she kept playing with the hem of her dress.

Marco took her hand, squeezed it gently, looked into her eyes and whispered softly, "I know! It's crazy but it's real and you love me!"

"Me no! I Lor-" she began but then stopped abruptly when Marco gave her a sharp, reproachful look.

"Stop this, Alice! Embrace your new life! All your behavior gives you away, baby," Marco whispered with a smile as he stroked Alice's cheek gently, "Stop denying it and embrace it, Alice. We have a lot of money now, we live in a mansion, we are rich and successful and we love each other, so why are you struggling so much?"

'Because it's all wrong! I'm a man! I'm Lorenzo, I'm... What is that feeling? It feels so wrong! Marco... Why i feel like I really am in love with him? It's all so... So fucked up. It's like i some kind of a... No-no-no... Marco, please stop being so fucking handsome! I... Why... Ugh! I can't think straight!' Alice thought in panic and shock as Marco kissed her lips and put his arm around her. 'I want to punch him! But i want him to kiss me! Oh my god, why this feels so fucking right?'

"Marco, I love you," whispered Alice with a soft voice, feeling tears forming in her eyes from her sudden confession. "I mean... No, I mean..." Alice tried to correct hersel, turning her head to Marco who laughed quietly and gently brushed her cheek with his finger, "I love you too, silly!" he replied and kissed her again, deeply.

'Fuck... I want to die...' Alice thought in horror and shock as she kissed Marco back, unable to stop herself as their tongues touched. Her hands, as if instinctively, grabbed him roughly and she moaned with desire when their lips finally parted. "Bad boy... you... no good!" she said with a playful voice, panting as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Yes, i am the worst bad guy ever!" Marco replied, grinning happily, and gently took her hand to help her out of the limo.