Normality

A.N.My first story ever! I haven't even posted a story on the internet before let alone write erotica so any tips and suggestions would be appreciated. It takes a few chapters to get into the actual sex so bear that in mind. Mainly inspired by /r/freeuse, Swallows999, ChaosMuramasa, Squelchapron and other awesome writers. Hope you enjoy!

There was an intriguing absence of color permeating the place, an absence of light itself that couldn't be called darkness. It was like I was just a floating consciousness in a vast empty space, one without color nor light. It felt decidedly odd. I remember going to sleep after another boring day at college and that was about it. Where was I? Maybe this was one of those lucid dreams things that I'd heard about?

Then a voice spoke, sending a shiver through me as the voice seemed to originate from nowhere and everywhere at once. It had an eerie aura of power that seemed to demanded awe.

"Do not fear me child as I bring you no harm at this moment. You are within my realm for I have summoned you to gift you a power. The power of Normality. Anything you do will be accepted by all and you can control normality itself with a few words." The voice didn't echo but I could just feel this huge presence in the dry and raspy feminine tone. It wasn't hard to imagine that this was the voice of a God.

'W-what?' My thoughts on my surroundings were interrupted and led into complete disarray by the sudden intrusion of the voice as I registered the words of the – whatever it was. If this was a dream, this would definitely be the weirdest dream I'd ever had. A magic voice giving me the power that I'd always fantasized about. How would it even work?

"You seem to be confused," the voice continued, it's tone showing amusement like watching a cat chase after a mouse. "Let me explain so that one such as you might understand. Now, imagine that you wanted an item that does not belong to you, if your feeble human mind can do so that is. All you must do is take it and anyone watching you will accept it as normal, like it is an accepted event. This is applicable to everything you do. And as for your power of normality, all you have to do is say 'it is normal to...' followed by whatever it is you with to be considered normal. There are no limits, this gives you the power to control reality itself with mere words."

'Why are you giving me this power?' My thoughts seemed tiny in the all-encompassing nothingness that was this place. How did I speak anyway? I don't have a mouth so, whatever, this was probably a dream anyway. And if it wasn't, this kind of power would basically make me a god, with my actions having no consequences and my words controlling reality on a whim. There had to be some sort of price for this. Maybe it was just a weird dream cooked up by my horny subconscious? It had to be, but I have this feeling that maybe it wasn't.

"My reasons are my own but rest assured that there is no cost to using this power, nor is this a dream as you repeatedly consider. See it as a, gift. I will also transport you to a fictional world of your choice, one from the Earth's stories. I'll probably make a few differences to the world too for my own amusement. Make no mistake that while this is a gift, my main purpose for giving you this gift is for my own entertainment, so should you fail, there will be consequences. You'll figure the things that I haven't told you, eventually. Perhaps you might even prosper! If you entertain me enough, I might even gift you more powers from your fantasies! I'll even throw in some enchantments to your new body. Don't worry about the consequences and just enjoy your gift, okay? Now what world do you wish to be transported to?" There was this underlying tone of amusement in the voice during that whole dialogue, as if this was all just a game and I a puppet for its amusement. It was probably true as well.

I gaped, my brain working overtime as it tried to take everything in. Any fictional world I wanted! A power that I'd fantasized about since my teenage years! My actions have no consequences! This had to be a dream even if the voice said it wasn't. Even if it was, there was no way I couldn't pick a fictional world to enter. If it was real, and I had a definite feeling this was far from a dream induced by teenage hormones, this would change my life.

Normality

I woke with a gasp, sitting up from my bed as I did so. My breath raspy, lips dry and vision blurry. I felt like all the water in my body had been sucked out. I remembered the dream with startling vividness, the vast empty space without color, the dry feminine voice and most important of all- the power it had gifted me. That had been a really weird dream. As my breathing calmed, I began to look around for my glasses, my hands reaching out blindly for them and putting them on when I found them on the bedside table. My brow furrowed as I finally took in the room, the moving Quidditch posters, the rumpled bed on the other side of the room and the view from the window of a large gate that belonged to a mansion. This was evidently not my room.

'No. No way. No fucking way.'

My breathing deepened as I tried to deal with the fact that I'd been transported to a fictional world that I'd chosen within a dream. How was I even supposed to cope with something like this?

I still remember my old life. The routine of my days and the faces of my family and friends, my favorite color and dreams.

The only things I couldn't remember were the names and feelings.

I could picture each of my family's faces easily but the bonds I'd shared with them, the stories we'd shared, it was like they had happened to another person. They might as well have been strangers.

What had the Being from the dream done to me?

Tears escaped my eyes and I wiped them away, automatically lifting my glasses up. It felt like I'd lost something precious, something far greater than the power I'd been gifted with. Should I be thankful for the gift or hate the being for it? What was even worse was that I couldn't truly understand why I was crying. I tried to calm himself as I attempted to sorted myself out.

There was also the fact that I could remember living another life.

The life of Harrison James Potter.

These memories were, numbed, like my old ones, memories intact but the connections severed. The life this Harry Potter had lived was vastly different from the one I'd read of in the books. Lily and James Potter were very much alive. In fact, they had proceeded to give Harry- me- four other siblings, whom I remembered sharing a life with. I remember the little secrets between us and the bond we shared as siblings. There was just this, emotional disconnection. It was weird. I remembered friends, kids of my generation, interacting with them and forming bonds. Childhood friendships that seemed like they'd happened to a TV character, even though I could remember them with surprising clarity. It was just hard to feel anything when I thought of them.

There were other significant changes to this world from the canon version as well. She or it- whatever the Being was had said it would make changes but I hadn't thought it would have made these kind of changes.

The one that I had most trouble trying to get my head around was the number of females in my generation.

The Being was had swapped the genders of all the Weasley children except Ron and Ginny. And all four of my own siblings were female, and really attractive, including my mother, Lily Potter. As well as Sirius's Veela wife and five extremely attractive daughters. And the Malfoy Triplets. Wow. This was a bit much.

Why had the being made these changes?

The answer that immediately came to mind was obvious - have sex with them. It had acknowledged the fact that this was my fantasy and I know, as the being probably does, that I am an inherently selfish person, both in this life and the previous. I had been granted the opportunity for my actions to have no consequences and for my words to twist reality itself, I'm going to use it to the fullest. The problem was that even though all the females I could remember in this world were beautiful and I definitely felt the urge to use my powers for sexual satisfaction, it was just so morally reprehensible.

I'd never thought of the morality of this power when I'd masturbated to thoughts of it.

I closed my eyes, taking in deep breaths as I thought on what to do. So many possibilities and options lay before me.

'Don't worry about the consequences and just enjoy your gift, okay?'

Well, I might as well enjoy my gift, I thought, a smile stretching my lips as I pondered on how to begin.