Finding a relatively quiet corner of the party Michelle sat down in a comfy chair to nibble on her cookie and explore the new memories floating around in her conscious. "How far back should I go?" Michelle asked herself as she stared down a blurry cloud of memories. A memory of her in middle school came into focus in her mind. "Even back then I was a little heart breaker..." Memories of boys fawning over her and girls being jealous of her speed through her mind. "I mean... Can you really blame them..." Michelle smirked and pushed forward into her freshman year of high school. "Of course I did." Michelle giggled as she nibbled on her cookie. "Of course I was dating the varsity quarterback as a freshman." Michelle briefly pictured a photograph of her and her boyfriend Gabe after a fall football game. "If those senior girls wanted him they should have taken him from me. O wait, they couldn't because they couldn't compete with my rizz..." Michelle continued to nibble on her cookie as high school memories streamed through her brain. Skipping past memories of her bullying other girls and failing tests, she stopped on a memory of a guy name Jonas that she had dated her senior year. "Man he was fun..." She pictured Jonas standing out in front of the frat house that he had lived in. "Frat parties just hit different..." Michelle tried to focus in on memories of partying with Jonas and his frat bros, but the were just a hazy blur. "Gosh I'm getting old..." Michelle let out a sigh and looked down at her partially eaten cookie. "What am I even doing with my life? I'm 23 and I'm bored..." Michelle began to sort through her more recent memories. "Live stream... Photo shoot... Live stream... Photo shoot... I don't even go on dates anymore." Michelle briefly pictured her last boyfriend. He treated her like a princess, but it pissed off her followers so she dumped him. "I mean why risk pissing off my whales and hurting income... Guys are easy to get and they're basically disposable..." She thought letting out a sigh.
Michelle looked down at the cookie she had been nibbling on. "That's enough of that." She thought sitting the cookie on the arm of the chair. "I don't want to get fat like these bitches." She thought getting up from the chair and leaving her cookie for someone else to clean up. "Legs... Maybe arms... O! Natural blonde hair... And... I could get rid of that mole, and that..." Michelle once again began to run through a list of minor imperfections that she wanted to fix as she slowly wandered into the mass of people.
As she slowly drifted through the mass of people she felt a hand grab her ass. "FUCKER!" Her inner monologue barked as she spun around to chew out whoever had grabbed her ass, but the assailant had disappeared into the crowd. "I can't believe some people!" She fumed in her head, as an old memory of Mitch drunkenly slapping a girl's ass at a party in college appeared in her head. "What a fucking pig." Michelle scolded the memory of Mitch. "Wait... That was me..." Michelle's conscious was suddenly bombarded by a never ending stream of memories of her life as Mitch. "A woman's career is taking care of her kids... I just don't see why women should be able to vote... Submission is key to a happy marriage..." Michelle began to feel lightheaded as more of Mitch's misogynistic statements rattled around inside her brain. "That fucking asshole!" Michelle's inner monologue screamed at a memory of Mitch bullying a girl into flashing him and his drunk buddies. "If that fucker was here I would fucking strangle him... Wait.. I am that fucker... But I'm not... I'm Michelle...No... I'm Mitch...NO! I'm not some fucking sexist pig!" Michelle's inner monologue alternated between a feminine and masculine tone as the tornado of Mitch memories tore through her ravaged psyche. "O god... I'm gonna pass out..." Michelle felt like she was on the verge of passing out.
Michelle felt a large hand grasp her shoulder. "You alright?" The man's voice snapped Michelle out of her mental spiral.
"Yeah!" Michelle said as her blue eyes struggled to regain focus. When she was finally able to bring the man into focus, Michelle found herself standing eye to eye with a handsome muscular young man.
"You looked like you were about to faint." The man said letting go of Michelle's shoulder.
"O no I'm fine." Michelle said grinning as she studied the guy's muscular shirtless body. "I just got a bit lightheaded... From the..." Michelle tried to think of something clever to say, but most of her brain power was being used by the deviant portion of her brain. "You know." Michelle grabbed a strand of hair and began to fiddle with it. "It happens... So what's your costume handsome?" Michelle asked grinning at the handsome man.
"Magic Mike backup dancer." The guy said adjusting his bow-tie. "And are you Daphne from Scooby Doo?"
"I should take him back to my place and let him show me his moves..." Michelle thought lingering on the guy's abs. "Yeah..." Michelle looked back up at the handsome man's face. "I'm Daphne and I think I just found a clue." She said running a finger down the guy's chest. "He's hot enough that I'll make an exception for a man-let like him... I bet he's barely 5'8"... But god is he fucking hot." Michelle continued to grin at the man.
"You found a clue?" The man said chuckling at Michelle. "What type of clue did you find?"
"A sexy one!" Her inner monologue cooed. "A very handsome clue." Michelle said in her breathiest voice. "The curse!" Her inner monologue interrupted her horny side quest. "Hey..." She said leaning forward to whisper in his ear. The feeling of her mammoth melons being squished against the guy's muscular chest sent an erotic shiver down her spine. "Can I ask you a question?"
"MmmHmmm" The guy said wrapping his arm around her waist. "What is it babe?"
"What do you think of my costume? Don't you think it would be better if my skinny legs were thicker? You know if they better matched my juicy ass?" Michelle leaned in and gently bit his ear. "You know it would. Just say it"
"O my god! Jake!" Another man's voice interrupted Michelle and the handsome man.
The handsome man who had Michelle draped all over him began to laugh. "Sorry." He said gently pushing Michelle off him.
"What? Who?" Michelle stumbled back from the handsome man.
"Jake stop playing straight." The guy said.
"Sorry." The shirtless guy said as he continued to laugh. "I told you I could play a straight dude." He said to the other guy.
Michelle briefly quit processing the conversation happening in front of her as her eyes started bouncing between the two men standing in front of her. "WAIT! You're gay?" Michelle blurted out.
"Yeah. Sorry." The shirtless guy's face was beat red. "It was a bet. He bet me I couldn't play a straight guy, and I guess I won that bet!" He said pecking his boyfriend on the cheek. Michelle just stood there shell shocked by what had just happened to her. "O babe don't be like that." The guy said grabbing Michelle's hands. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Michelle continued to stand there in shock. "Would it help if I answered your question?" The guy's words pulled Michelle from her trance, but not fast enough for her to interrupt him. "You don't need thicker legs silly. You need natural red hair. Then your Daphne costume would be as convincing as my straight guy act."
"Jake! Quit messing with her we need to go." The other guy said, pulling Jake into the crowd.
"Fuck..." Michelle said softly. The tingling in her scalp was all the sign she needed. "I don't wanna be a redhead..." Michelle pulled a strand of reddening hair in front of her face. "I wanted to be a blonde..." She thought as her hair finished shifting into a lighter shade of red. "O great..." Michelle could see that her hand was now paler than it had been moments. "Red hair and pale skin..." Michelle sighed and started making her way through the crowd once again. "I'm a full blown ginger..." In Michelle's head new memories began to pop into focus. "ThatUnicornGinger... That's the best name I could come up with?.." Michelle sighed realizing that most of her content and personality was now built around being a ginger and being hot.
