BECOMING HOLLI WOULD (2) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

BECOMING HOLLI WOULD

Part 2

Her pulse quickened, and her breathing grew increasingly labored. Her nipples tingled, eager to feel lips sucking on them.

A heat in her chest consumed her as she remembered she wasn’t wearing panties and didn’t want to stain her skirt with the juices that were leaking out. She pressed her thighs together and began to lie back on the bed. She wanted to kick off her high heels, but they now seemed unwilling to come off her feet.

Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her moans of pleasure filled the motel room. Memories of how the night of the prom dance had ended for her now danced through her mind. Lying on the road, still feeling the effects of the drug Mickel had given her. With her dress stained with ink and torn.

Crying over the humiliations and abuses she had allowed herself to suffer. Walking, in her torn shoes, eight kilometres, all the way home… and she didn’t have the courage to leave her room from that day on for the rest of the year…

The more she suffered remembering this, the more she wanted the wig to remember this, and the more powerful the magic that was changing her became.

When the first rush was all over, with calculated, sensual movements, she sat back up with her legs crossed, looked at the mirror in front of her, and tucked in two strands of hair that had come loose. The woman she saw wasn’t the same girl who’d stepped out of the shower.

“Hello Holli! Mmm, it feels so... Yummy to be you!” she said, giggling, running her hands sensually over her new body and looking at the two cold, ambitious, and cruel blue eyes staring back at her from the mirror. That Holli had the same facial features as Casandra, but they were more refined, softer, sweeter, angelic, and beautiful.

“GODS… It feels better than great to have these bad-girl thoughts, and to get to be so naughty and a cheating slut… Mmmm… Hmm… Tonight we'll give Mickel a taste of his own medicine. And tomorrow… he'll beg me and offer me anything I demand so that no one will know what he did or what happened to him… FUCK, that sounds so hot…"

Without waiting any longer, she grabbed a small purse she’d packed with some tissues, Viagra, two seemingly defective condoms, cocaine, some ecstasy, GHB, Zolpidem, and other drugs. Holli wasn’t going to leave anything to chance or risk any loose ends.

Tomorrow morning, Mickel was going to wake up next to her, and she’d pretend to be filled with his seed.

With that evil plan in her head and swaying her hips like a vulgar gold digger, strutting like a model, she walked out of the filthy motel room. Ready to head to her high school reunion party, where she would claim the revenge that was rightfully hers.

She was no longer the shy girl Mickel had teased and humiliated on prom night. She was now the vengeful vixen Holli Would version of Casandra. She was so absorbed in her revenge that she didn’t notice the flashing blue and red lights from the police sirens.

“Vice Squad!” Holli suddenly heard, and she noticed there were several police cars in the parking lot. The officers got out of the cars and one of them was approaching menacingly, with a Taser in hand, pointed at her. “Show me your ID and what’s in that purse.”

Holli looked at the deputy inspector, seeing a cold gleam in his eyes. She knew her beauty wouldn’t distract him. His stern face showed he was seasoned in critical situations, and his mind knew how to prioritize.

With a trembling hand, she opened her purse, trying not to make any sudden, threatening movements. She pulled out her ID… and looked at it… it was Casandra Evermore’s ID, not Holli’s. This Holli she was now… a strange sensation coursed through her body, starting in her mind and running down her spine, electric and cold…

For a moment, she relived everything that had happened tonight since she’d left the bathroom and that distant night at the prom dance… something inside her snapped… The thread that tied it all together… she wasn’t that girl… that girl no longer existed.

“Officer, this might sound like a cliché, but…” she said, regaining her confidence and putting on the most innocent look she could manage, “This purse isn’t mine… I just found it…”

to be continued...

PART 3

PART 1