Unwrap Me
The living room glowed softly with the twinkle of Christmas lights as Chloe crept down the stairs, her oversized Christmas sweatshirt hanging loose on her wiry frame. She hesitated at the last step, biting her lip as she glanced back toward the second floor. The house was still silent. Her mother and stepdad Frank were undoubtedly still asleep.
Her eyes flicked to the Christmas tree, its base piled high with neatly wrapped gifts. She adjusted her glasses and shuffled toward it, brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her face. She knelt down and scanned the labels, her fingers trembling slightly.
“Frank always goes all out.” She murmured, her voice soft with a hint of derision. Ever since he had married her mom, he had been trying to mould their family into some sort of rich socialite class, a far cry from the middle class upbringing she had been used to and was comfortable with.
And yet her heart raced as her eyes landed on a particularly elegant box wrapped in shimmering silver paper with a white ribbon. The tag was simple and said ‘Unwrap me.’
“Maybe it’s for me?” She paused, chewing her lip. “Or… maybe I can just take a peek.”
Chloe carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the paper, her hands shaking slightly. Inside was a sleek black case. She opened it, revealing a thick, golden blonde ponytail coiled neatly inside.
“What the…?” She muttered, her brows knitting in confusion. She lifted it out of the box, the hair silky and unnervingly lifelike. “Frank, what kind of weird gift is this?”
Her fingers brushed the strands, and a sudden jolt of warmth shot through her body, making her gasp and nearly drop it. The sensation was… intoxicating.
“Mmmm… that’s strange.” She murmured, her a desire to try it on suddenly overwhelming her. She held the ponytail up and noticed a small clip at its base. Her hand seemed to move on its own, and before she could second guess herself, she clipped it to the back of her head.
The effect was immediate.
The ponytail came alive, golden tendrils shooting out and burrowing into her thin, lifeless hair.
“No!” Chloe yelped, clawing at it, but her fingers froze as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, overwhelming her. The tendrils wrapped tightly, fusing the ponytail to her scalp.
“What’s… happening?” She gasped, her voice trembling. Her body began to change. Her short, bitten nails lengthened into glossy, pink ovals. Her thin lips tingled, swelling into a perfect pout.
“Ahh… stop!” She cried, but her voice wavered, softening as her waist cinched and her hips widened. Her boobs swelled, straining against her sweatshirt.
“Oh my God,” Chloe whispered, her hands trembling as they hovered over her transformed body. Her reflection in the darkened TV screen showed someone unrecognizable. Beautiful, confident, and utterly mesmerizing.
“No, this isn’t right…” She whimpered weakly, but the pleasure surged again, drowning out her protests. Her mousy brown hair transformed into a cascade of shimmering blonde waves.
With each change, the initial fear faded, replaced by exhilaration. By the time the transformation was complete, Chloe was no longer resisting. She was reveling in it.
“Mmmmore.” She whispered, running her hands through her impossibly thick blonde hair, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. Her voice was sultry now, dripping with vanity. “I want more!”
As though responding to her desire, the ponytail pulsed against her scalp, sending another surge of heat through her body.
Her legs trembled, elongating and growing toned. Her thighs became shapely, her calves defined, as though sculpted by years of exercise. A warm glow suffused her skin, smoothing imperfections and giving her a flawless, radiant sheen.
But the changes weren’t only physical. A new, intoxicating confidence flooded her mind, washing away the awkwardness and insecurity she’d carried her whole life. She straightened her posture, her chin lifting as an effortless sense of superiority filled her. Memories of academic goals and family love felt unimportant, replaced by a craving for attention, admiration, and control.
Her voice softened to a velvety purr. “Yes… that’s better. So much better.”
Her eyes, now a shimmering crystal blue, sparkled as they caught her reflection in the ornaments hanging from the tree. A sly smile curved her lips as she traced the contours of her face, admiring herself. Her mind teemed with thoughts of vanity. Images of people worshiping her beauty, hanging on her every word.
The sound of footsteps tore her away from her reflection. She turned to see Jane at the bottom of the stairs, her face pale and drawn with confusion.
“Chloe? What’s going on?” Jane’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of her daughter. “What… what happened to you?”
Chloe’s eyes narrowed, her smile turning cruel. “Good morning, Jane.”
Jane flinched at the coldness in Chloe’s voice. “Jane? What’s going on? Are you feeling okay?”
Chloe sauntered toward her, her hips swaying. “Oh, I’m feeling amazing, Jane. Better than I ever have.” She stopped a few feet away, her glossy lips curling into a mocking smirk. “But I can’t say the same for you. God, look at you. Frumpy. Tired. No wonder Frank wanted to fix you.”
Jane’s face crumpled. “Chloe, what are you talking about? Why are you acting like this? This isn’t you.”
“Oh, but it is me. For the first time in my life, I’m exactly who I was meant to be. Strong. Beautiful. Perfect.” Chloe said, her voice dripping with condescension.
Jane shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No! You’re my daughter.”
“Your daughter?” Chloe scoffed, crossing her arms. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m nothing like you. Not anymore. Weak. Pathetic. A joke.”
Jane stumbled back, her voice breaking. “Frank, something wrong with Chloe!” She called over her shoulder, fleeing upstairs.
Chloe laughed, the sound rich and mocking. The sound of heavier footsteps followed as Frank descended the stairs. His eyes widened as he took in Chloe’s transformed appearance.
“Chloe?” he said, his voice tinged with shock. “What… what happened?”
Chloe smirked, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. “Oh, Frank, don’t act so surprised. I just opened your little gift.” She gestured to the box on the floor, picking up the ribbon.
His face drained of color. “You weren’t supposed to—”
“Oh, I know. You were going to use it on my loser mother. Turn her into your perfect little trophy wife.” Chloe interrupted, stalking toward him. She stopped inches from him, her eyes glinting with malice. “But it looks like you got something better.”
“Chloe… this isn’t right,” Frank stammered, backing away.
Chloe placed a perfectly manicured finger against his lips, stopping him. “Oh, Frank. Right or wrong doesn’t matter anymore.” She purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. Her finger trailed down his chest.
She wrapped the bow around her now slimmer waist which only showed how impressively big her boobs now were and leaned into his ear. “It’s Christmas, after all. So go ahead. Unwrap me.”
