Back with gauntlet 6 for @thanmaster
Sorry these took so long I was distracted by shiny other things
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“Th' sheen ur th' warst, they make swatch guid but they make mah feit hurt. ye insist 'at Ah wear them aw th' time. “ I said. The accent still sounded weird to my ears even 30 days later but I could see the appeal. I think you just like the way it sounded saying your name personally. Your challenge ended up being shockingly difficult. Well, difficult on my feet. I reach down and rub my feet, the heels were really doing a number on me. “God these ur sae uncomfortable, mah feit ur killin' me “
Being Katie wasn't all bad, the hair, loved it. Never had red hair before, and the natural curls, god I may have this hairstyle again at some point it was that nice. Like I said this Scottish accent, super cute, I wonder though do you just have a crush on Karen Gillian? I could have just turned myself into her, well close to her. I sigh and notice the sun. It is getting close to sunset and when the sun is gone so shall my interlude as sweet Katie.
“Niels whaur th' heel ur ye, “ I say, you would be stunned if the time ran out and you wouldn't answer me. That was the start of the trouble with you Niels. I would text you, no response. I would text you a little more urgently, but still no response. I even sent you pictures of these funbags on me, practically begging you to fuck me and you wouldn't respond. For hours, if not days. It was like you made your dream girl and then she scared you or something. I committed to 30 days, there was no way I was going to call the bet off. That would admit defeat and the fae don't admit defeat.
I saw you sitting in the distance, probably once again ignoring my please for attention. I limped over, “Bludy heels” I came over and flicked you on the back of the ear, “Oy whit is th' meanin' ay thes? ye waur supposed tae be hangin' it wi' me tonecht ur did ye bludy forgit? “
You turn around looking stunned, “Katie...” You start but I put my hand up.
“Thirty days ah hae pat up wi' ye …..but no more” The last 3 words have dropped the accent “Why is that you always just assume success but seem to forget you've put something on the line.” You see that already I'm looking more like my Fae self. “You don't even get a goodbye fuck, the others at least got a goodbye fuck, you are going to be ignored by me like you couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to me”
I snap my fingers and red hair explodes from your scalp. In long frizzy waves, it tumbles around your shoulders. Your body crackles and grinds, the sound is a mix between bubble wrap popping and sandpaper grinding away your broad shoulders, your strong arms, your wide waist, and the square of your jaw.
You feel a tear sensation not painful, but sort of like what you feel on your lips as you open your mouth, but 100 times more sensitive. You feel your dick, tumble into the opening as if it knew its fate and wanted it over with. You feel a bubbling in your hips and butt as fat spreads into it, making it round, soft, and squeezable. You feel the bubbling move up into your gut and up into your chest as you feel your nipples first grow into hard marbles under a thin layer of fat, and then push out, your nipples getting further away from your spine than you were used to. The bubbling goes up into your brain and you giggle at the ways it rushes over your mind.
“No Erianne, I'm not making you a bimbo, but this is what happens when a valentine's bet goes bast St Patrick's day. You will go downtown to the nearest Irish pub, and sit at the bar. For the first hour you will have to answer …...every......single......person....male or female.....that asks you anything. You'll feel overwhelming shame at being so rude to taking too long to answer. You won't be able to say no.....to any reasonable requests, I know it is dangerous in the city for a young woman. You will eventually just know the match when they arrive. You will feel a strong need to be at his beck and call, you might insist on starting as their maid, you will want to serve them. I will make sure you are not abused, but once you've done your penance you will make an outstanding housewife..........now whether you have a husband or wife......I'll let that be a surprise”
As I make my pronouncements your body finishes changing. You are so small now, 5' is a stretch more like 4'11”. Your clothes fall away, I toss you a package. “Happy.......not a holiday....happy Friday girlfriend
You open it to find the most obvious st Patrick's day outfit ever, being that it is April 2nd.....you'll stand out and soooooo many people will hit on this Celtic Cutie.
“Why? oi tart yer loved me. waaat? waaat is dis accent? oi soun' loike a bleedin leprachaun” You say, your new brogue sounding lilting and sing-songy.
“Just a little thank you for my month, now toodles and Erianne look,” I say pointing at your chest, “no bra” I laugh as you leave your body now clothed, heading to your new life.