Authors Notes:
So I said in the first chapter, I removed religion from my story and I did, but to make things easier for me, I'm not going to remove all the "God" related things because I'm to lazy for that. If religion bothers you so much, then don't worry. My characters beliefs is not an important thing in the story.
Enjoy!
*-{The fight for The Stars.}-*
I woke up to the feeling of sun rays hitting my face.
This bed...God, best purchase ever.
I pulled Cara, my small sized pillow that I snuggle with every night closer to me to take comfort from her.
I had her since I was 6, don't judge me. And yes, I do call her Cara. Nothing wrong with that.
I held onto her for another few moments before reluctantly pulling away. I sat up as I stretched my arms over my head while moaning in delight.
No back cracks or anything? Must be this amazing bed. So good.
I rubbed my groggy eyes as I remembered my 'nightmare' from last night.
God, that was so weird. It was interesting definitely but weird. Don't get me wrong, I hate receiving nightmares as much as the next guy but I'm not really fazed by them so much. With the childhood I had and the business that I work in, it's a lot more terrifying then that.
At least I'm already starting to forget the nightmare, it's all just a blur now.
I sat there for a few moments enjoying the morning sun before lazily getting up and heading to my bathroom. Still in my sleepy state, I scratch my head as I'm heading over.
What the hell is wrong with my hair? Why does it feel so much...bigger now for lack of a better term? Damn it, I'll just have to-
'Umph' My muffled response came as I hit a wall that was supposed to be my bathroom. I shake my head a few times to clear the grogginess as my vision cleared. I look around and finally see my bathroom on the other wall.
Stupid silly me. Damn I'm getting old.
Due to my still tired state, I didn't see the figure that was watching me intently.
I headed over to the bathroom while yawning in the process. I rub my eyes one more time before looking up. What I saw gave me the shock of a lifetime.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed in shock as I looked at the figure on the other side of the mirror that wasnt me.
What the fuckin' hell? Who the hell is that?! What happened to me? Why am I so beautiful?
...what... Focus John!
I'm...probably just dreaming. Yes! Dreaming! I must be dreaming. Just have to wake up, that's all!
Just gotta pinch myself and...
*-{The fight for The Stars.}-*
I woke up to the feeling of sun rays hitting my face.
This bed...God, best purchase ever.
I pulled Cara, my small sized pillow that I snuggle with every night closer to me to take comfort from her.
God, that dream was 'weeeird'. A dream within a dream? That's crazy...
Suddenly, I shot up from bed as realization struck.
'Gotta check, gotta check, gotta check...' I said to myself quickly as I got off and headed to the bathroom.
That was just a dream, don't be ridiculous...everything will be fine! There will be no hazel eyed, golden-brown haired colored goddess on the other side of the mirror! That's crazy...right?
As I approached the door to the bathroom, I failed to notice that the bedroom that I woke up in wasn't mine nor did I see the figure that was watching my every move with amusement.
I slowly entered the bathroom with cautious steps. I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself.
Stop being so ridiculous, John! This probably nothing! Your just getting old!
I rolled my eyes at myself on how childish I was reacting as I entered the bathroom. What I saw nearly gave me a heart attack.
I didn't scream in shock nor did I pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. The only thing I did was study the Goddess that was before me on the other side of the mirror intently with curious yet slightly terrified eyes.
I slowly move my head to the side only to see her replicate it. I do the same with my other limbs only to get the same result.
I look down on myself and indeed, I do see a gorgeous pair of breasts and a slim but toned body. A female body.
And I'm wearing nothing but my underwear. Sexy...
Priorities you dumbass!
Oh...right. Holy shit! Okay...alright, don't panic John. Just calm down and relax. We'll figure this out soon enough...right?
"He-Hello?" I asked to the figure before me.
Obviously I didn't get a response as I facepalmed because of my stupidity.
'Stupid, of course you didn't get a response. That's you on the other side of the mirror, dumbass!' I mentally chastised myself.
But...how could it be me? That's impossible!
'Remember your dream about your death? The one in that alleyway?'
...Yeah...
'Then obviously that had something to do with what your seeing.'
...how?
'Put the pieces together smart ass, I'm sure you'll get it.'
But...then..that would make me...dead...and...that would mean that...I'm in...Oh good God...
"Impressive, you're smarter than I thought." Said a voice that came from behind me. I quickly grab the first thing I see as whirl around, holding it in front of me as a weapon.
"Stay back! Not another step!" I said with authority as my instincts took over.
"Or what? You'll shoot me with your...hairspray?" The woman with white eyes said as she eyed my 'weapon' with amusement.
My bravery act faltered for a moment when I realized what I was holding. I didn't let her see it affect me as I held it up higher.
"Denial will get you hurt." My cold tone immediately had its desired affect as she stood there shocked for a moment before a smirk came upon her face.
"Mhm...you're feisty. So...delicious." She eyed me like a piece of...meat as she looked me over. Normally when women looked at me like that, I'd actually like it but now with the way she's looking at me?
It's not a pleasant feeling. Also, my new appearance isn't helping.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded as I took a step back.
Like a switch that's just been flicked, she stopped eyeing me as a smile came over her face.
Creepy...
"The one that brought you here." She said nonchalantly as she leaned against the doorframe.
"And where the hell is here exactly?" My hairdryer still in place as I questioned her cautiously.
'Don't show any ounce of weakness. Just take it in stride.' I repeated my mantra to myself.
"You'll find out soon enough, big guy. Now c'mon, follow me. You'll need to know a few things." She turned to leave before my question stopped her.
"And why the hell would I follow you? I don't even know who the fuck you are." I questioned her defiantly.
"Unless you want answers tough guy, I suggest you follow me." The white eyed woman demanded as she gave me a menacing glare. I returned it just as bad.
We held gazes for a few uncomfortable moments before I let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine...but don't think for a moment that I trust you." She gave me a grin of triumph in return.
"Good, glad that you could see it my way." She exited the bathroom as I followed her, placing my weapon back on the counter reluctantly.
"So, how was death like?" She asked me as I followed her out of the bedroom.
I bit back my retort as I repeated my mantra to myself.
If you want answers John, then you'll just have to play her little game. For now.
"Oh, it wasn't that bad actually. It hurt just a..tad bit...but other than that...it wasn't as bad I thought it would." Good thing I have superb acting skills.
My statement had a bit of truth behind it as well. I always expected death to be painful and excruciating but suddenly waking up on a comfy and fluffy bed afterwards? And waking up in Cara's fluffiness as well?
Truly amazing. But that stab hurt like a mother fuckin' bitch though.
"Consider yourself lucky, I could have made it a lot worse." She gave me an evil grin as she looked back at me.
I suddenly lost the power to breathe as I stared at her, slack jawed and wide eyed in shock. I have no words in response as she gives me a wink and continues to lead.
"So, you like the place?" It took a few moments for my brain to process what she was saying.
I cleared my throat as looked around the gorgeous penthouse. As we exited what seems to be the master bedroom, immediately you'll see the short hallway that leads to what looks like the entertainment area.
Damn, there's a mini bar, a pool table and...a huge ass television. I'm not even joking. And wow, it looks like we're on the second floor balcony.
Whoever owns this place must have a lot of money to burn.
The white eyed woman who somehow knew what I was thinking laughed at my expression.
"Glad you like it, babe. Designed it myself." I just stare at her in shock as she gives me another wink.
I follow her wordlessly as we head down the marble staircase that leads to the first floor of the penthouse.
It's just as amazing.
There's a fairly large kitchen that seats at the lower left-hand side of the penthouse with the dining table right in front of it. Right next to the table is what looks like the living room.
It's half a floor lower with the shape being a half-circle imbedded into the black marble flooring. There's a comfy looking half-circled shaped black leather sofa that sits in the 'pit' with a coffee table in the middle.
My mouth is wide open at this point.
I know that I'm rich and everything and that this shouldn't impress me but...damn, this place is amazing.
The woman giggles at my response as she closes my mouth with her finger.
My face suddenly heats up in embarrassment as I look away to avoid her mirth filled gaze.
She just laughs as my cheeks burn brighter. Finally she stops after a few moments as she instructs me to sit on the couch.
I follow her wordlessly as she sits next to me in a provocative position that somehow shows both her rather large cleavage and her pale endless legs.
But..she was wearing jeans and a shirt...how did she...and she was tan...somehow she's wearing a dress...
I slowly trail my eyes up her slim figure, her legs that seem to go on for miles, her toned abdomen that I can clearly see through her tight dress and Jesus Christ her breasts...
Why does she look so familiar?
I have no idea what my expression is but I probably look a virgin with my drooling mouth and my bright red blushing cheeks.
At this point I probably should of had a hard-on but all I feel is a wetness in my underwear. God that feels so weird...
I lost my trail of thought as she suddenly straddles me with her arms around my neck. I instinctively place my hands on her waist.
She must have been saying something with the way her lips were moving but I don't hear a thing as I focus intently on her gorgeous lips.
The muffled voice stopped suddenly. I look up at her dark blue, nearly black eyes. Arousal clearly swimming in them.
My throat was dry as she slowly leaned forward, her eyes closing as her hands played with my hair.
I closed my eyes in anticipation as I prepared myself for the inevitable. As our lips brushed together...
Suddenly my brain just clicked as I quickly pushed her off and stood up, a good distance away.
Her face has taken up what seems to be a shocked yet slightly hurt expression. But just as it came, it quickly disappeared.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I demanded as I stared at her in shock.
"What? I thought you wanted this as well?" She said, stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
As I got a closer look at her, I could clearly see why she seemed so familiar. She looks identical to Miranda from Mass Effect. If I was in a calmer mood, I would of let her have her way buuut...considering my situation, the only thing I want most is the answers to what the hell is going on.
"What I want, is answers! And change back into something else! You aren't Miranda." I gave her my best menacing glare.
"Oh really? And how do you know that?" She said, playing coy as she gave me a challenging look.
"Because I'm a lot smarter than you think." I returned her own words back at her as I crossed my arms over my soft breasts.
We had a glaring contest for a few moments before she huffed incredulously.
"Buzz kill." She murmured to herself as she changed back into the tan, white eyed woman that I saw earlier.
"Better?" She said, sarcasm dripping heavily on her voice.
"Much." I relaxed my posture but kept a guarded stance.
"Now, what the hell do you want to know?" She crossed her arms over chest as she glared at me.
How mature.
She glared harder at me as I raised an eyebrow in response.
"What I want, is to know what the hell is happening." Seriously, I'm starting to lose my mind over here.
"You died because I wanted you to. So I had you killed and brought you here." She said simply, still in her sour mood.
"And where the hell is here, anyway?"
"Take a look around smart ass, I'm sure you'll figure it out." I glared at her one more time before slowly heading over to the balcony.
'Okay...there seems to be futuristic buildings...with flying cars...and a big and beautiful galaxy...Wait, wait, wait, wait...I've seen this before...I'm in..Impossible! That's rediculous! Mass effect is just a game! Nothing more, nothing less!'
'But she turned into Miranda...and the simple fact that I'm inside a females body proves otherwise...'
"Rule #34, if something exists, then there's a porn about it. Very similar to rule infinity, if there's a story, there's a separate galaxy that exists about it." She said softly as she came up next to me and leaned on the railing of the balcony.
I let the implications of that sink in as I continued to stare out onto the beautiful galaxy.
Before I could ask her a question, she cuts me off before I could say something.
"Yes, that rule is true. No, I'm not the one that brought you here and no...I didn't turn you into that." She said, clearly indicating my female body.
"What happened?" I asked her simply, my brain still dumbfounded.
"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders in response as she answered dumbly.
"Don't kn-What the fuck do you mean that you don't know?!" I exploded as I got in her face.
"Hey! Don't shoot the messenger pal!" She pushed me back a few steps as I grabbed onto the railing.
Suddenly my anger diminished as my confusion rose.
"Wait...what?" She's just the messenger? Then what the hell is happening?
"It wasn't my decision, okay! They just told me to bring you here, no questions ask! Just like the time before that, and the time before that and the time before that!" She responded, anger clearly on her face.
"So...what your saying is..." I trailed off.
"They just tell me to bring this random guy to this random place. Every time. I know nothing about what the hell's going on." She explained as she calmed down a bit.
"So basically...I'm on my own with this one?" If this is some kind of punishment for my life actions then, fuck me side ways. Damn it.
"Seems so bud, sorry." She said sincerely.
I just fall to the floor slowly in defeat. Oh fuckin' hell, Jesus Christ all Mighty. Help me...
"So you know nothing about why I got changed into a girl?" She just shakes her sadly at me.
Fuck man! I don't even know what I did to deserve this! I don't even know what the hell to do!
'Well, clearly you won't with that kind of attitude.' I mentally chastised myself.
I took a few deep breaths to calm down. I need a level head if I'm going to get anywhere.
Alright, first things first, I need to squeeze out any information I could whatsoever from her.
"Did they tell you anything, anything whatsoever about what I have to do?" I asked her I stood up from my position on the ground.
She looked thoughtful for a moment before answering.
"Nothing special really. Just the typical, 'You have a great destiny a head of you'. Sort a thing. Know what I mean?" I nod my head at her in understanding.
I definitely know that bullshit speech. I've seen it enough times with movies and everything.
"Oh! And they said that you have to be careful. Some evil force is out there to destroy you." Alright, the typical bad guy ruins the day type of thing. Got it.
"Anything else?" I hope not. I'm gonna lose my mind if there was.
"Not much really. Just that they gave you three gifts to accompany you." She shrugged as she responded.
"What are they?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"How would I know? That's for you to find out. You'll get them over time." At this point, I didn't really care. I just wanted to rest and deal with this later.
"Any idea where to start?" Anything? Just at least a little bit of something to start with?
She handed me some sort of card in response. For some reason, I'm feeling exhausted as fuck.
I place the card in my bra for safe keeping. What? I've seen many other girls do it.
"What's your name?" I asked her, my voice slurred because of my exhaustion.
"Angel Gabriel." As my eyes started to close, the last conscious thought that came to me was of soft, amazing breasts and Miranda.
*-{The fight for The Stars.}-*
Somewhere across the vast space was an evil force that was rising greatly. With its leader someone you'll never expect.
*-{The fight for The Stars.}-*
The story get's better eventually, I promise.
Question of the day:
What role do you think our Angel would have?