Be my valentine

John was laying on the couch playing videogames, bored and feeling very down. He was basically killing time waiting for that day to end. That awful, dreaded day, which year after year was becoming more and more difficult to get through: Valentine’s Day.

John had never been very lucky with girls. Every time he had a relationship he always managed to screw it up at some point, and none of those ever lasted more than a month. Was he really that bad of a boyfriend? Anyway, the really depressing part for him was when Valentine’s Day would come. Year after year he could never get a date for that day, while all of his friends were going out with their girlfriends. It wouldn’t have been so bad to be single if it wasn’t for the fact that everything around him constantly and painfully reminded him of how bad he was at dating and of how lonely he was.

This year he was lonelier than ever. For how bad every Valentine’s Day was for him, he could always find some consolation in the fact that he wasn’t completely alone. His best friend Sully was just as bad as him at talking to girls, if not worse, so every year they regularly would have found themselves both without a date and would have spent the day together doing guys’ stuff. But this year when he called him he told him that he couldn’t come to his place and that he had a date. How could that klutz actually get a girl? Now that he knew that he was really alone John got depressed, and just wanted for that day to end as soon as possible so that life could go back to normal. However better things would have soon knocked at his door.

When John opened the front door to see who was bugging him at that time of the day he found no one. Instead all he saw was a huge bouquet of red roses at his feet with a note. Confused and unsure about what to think he took the roses inside and read the note. All it said was “Be my valentine”. What was that, some kind of prank? Who the hell was sending him roses? Before he could decide how to handle that strange situation he stung his finger. One of the roses had pierced it, and a single drop of blood was coming out of it. He put the roses on the table and went to the bathroom to put something on the cut, but before he could get there a tingling sensation started to go through all his body starting from the injured finger.

Keeping his eyes on it he saw his hand starting to change, becoming slender and dainty. The hair on his arm started to recede inside of his skin, while the whole arm was becoming slimmer, loosing every muscle mass. The tingling then went straight to his crotch, and much to his dread John saw the bulge in his pants disappear, leaving behind a flat groin. Before he could react more changes started to rapidly take place. His hair grew longer, cascading past his shoulder and falling in front of his face, and as he tried to pull them back he felt an intense pain on his chest where two modest mounds of flesh appeared. As his chest continued to swell causing him a pain like he never felt before he let out a yelp of both surprise and discomfort, but that came out in a voice that didn’t belong to him. An intense shock went all over his body as his bones were twisting and turning, reshaping his figure, and John had to lay down unable to keep standing. He could feel his jaw twitch and his nose adjust as his manly face was turning into a feminine visage. Finally he felt a burning sensation in his stomach, and he wrapped his arms around his waist as the pain of a womb forming in his guts made him bend and cry. Finally it all ended.

Completely numb for the changes he had just been through he could barely notice his pants merging into a skirt which crawled up his now smooth and toned legs and merged with his shirt forming a black dress. He became aware of his wardrobe change only when, once regained a little bit of energy, he tried to stand back up only to find himself stumbling on the high heels he was now wearing. He looked down at his changed appearance still shaking until he noticed the roses still laying on the table. That must have been their fault! The sting! It all started because of it! He walked towards them trying not to fall down due to his changed center of gravity and his new uncomfortable footwear. But as soon as he took them in the hands and inhaled their sweet smell he felt his mind fade for an instant, and when he come back to his senses he was changed.

“Red roses! How sweet. What a nice present for Valentine’s Day.” Right! It was Valentine day! Her boyfriend should have arrived in moments. And before Jane could finish that though she heard a knock at the door. “Speak of the devil”.

When she opened the door Sully was standing there sharply dressed, ready to take her for their night out.

<<Happy Valentine my love. Do you like the roses?>>

<<They’re wonderful honey. You’re so sweet. Now that I think about it I don’t have anything for you. I must have forgotten.>>

<<That’s not a problem at all. You’re the best present a guy could ask for Jane.>>

<<You’re such a Casanova aren’t you? Don’t worry, I know how I can thank you. I will give you your present when we get back from dinner… in the bedroom.>>

ully gulped when he saw his transformed best friend bit her lips and look at him with alluding eyes. The roses worked perfectly. Not only he now had a date for Valentine’s Day, but if he kept giving her the potion he would have had a girlfriend for all the other days. He felt kind of bad his best buddy, but after all now they would both have been happier than they had ever been before. He took his new girlfriend under his arm and headed to the car. That was going to be the best Valentine day of his life.

Happy Valentine's Day to you and your significant other! :*