"Mmm, Racheeeellll… baby, stop!" I giggle and swat her petite tanned hand away from my breast playfully. Lord knows I don't want her to stop, but I'll milk the hell out of this. "Rach, my dad is downstairs! W-we can't -Ah shit…" Rachel smirks and swirls the tongue around my earlobe with a quick nibble before she slides her hands from my hardened nipple to my navel. I almost lose all control when she starts moving her tongue to stroke lazily on my left breast.

"Are you sure you want me to stop, Quinn?" She asks hotly, looking up from where her body crawls down mine. My core is throbbing and hands find their way into her silky locks, waiting for her to reach her final destination. "Let me go just a little bit…deeper." She whispers, her cool breath hitting center causing me to moan and buck my hips. She lifts my thighs over her shoulders.

"Are you ready Baby?" A kiss to the thigh.

"Y-yeah."

"Ready for what, Quinn?" A kiss and a lick to the other thigh. I just need her a little closer.

"For you to suck my-"

I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALLLLLLL! I NEVER HIT SO HARD IN LOVEEEEE

I jump up with my heart bursting through my chest and panic, looking around for the threat before for brain finally gets from its cock-blocked haze and registers where the music is coming from. I silently curse it out and slam my hand down on the alarm, still trying to catch my breath.

I think I might have just had a heart attack because of that Cynthia look-a-like's song… like every fucking morning. Every morning I'm always scared to death by Miley Cyrus, AKA Cynthia (Angelica's fucked up doll from the Rugrats).

I hold my hand over my chest and look at the time. It's seven fifteen and I have to get ready to clean some dog shit for volunteer hours. I give a long sigh and move to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I turn to get my razor from drawer below the mirror when something catches my eye in the mirror. Wait… tha- no! It can't be! That's me!

I look in the mirror and see that my face has hardened and has become more defined. My hair is in a shaggy dirty blonde mop that ends around my neck. I pinch my face and stretch it out to see if this is my face. Like I could do anything about it if it weren't. I'd go to the doctor like, ''Umm yeah, this isn't my face. I'm going to have to give it back.'

Yeah, right!I scoff then look at my body. My arms have gained more muscles and I've become more toned. Not an overbearing fit, but athletic. I flex my arms and move like those body builders on TV. My boobs look great! I squeeze my butt and feel a nice and firm ass.

'You look kind of sexy, if I may say so myself!'

'Why yes you can, Q. yes you can. *wink, wink*'

I've got to stop talking to myself. I creep myself out. My eyes travel farther south and rest on my gorgeous six pack. 'Hell yeah, Rachel, I'm coming to get you cumming.' unng, unng, ungg! I thrust my hips in the mirror and make mock sex noise soft enough so my parents won't hear.

'You look and sound really weird, Q. might want to stop' My air thrusts stop at my own conscience.

'Good, now let's move down further- Holy mother fucking, slit licking, cunt nugget, shit! I HAVE A DICK!' Sure enough, I look down to see that my sleeping pants have a bulge. I wiggle my hips around and it slaps me on the thigh!

'I should touch it.'

'Okay!' I move my hand down and cup my meat. "Hmm… warm, kind of hot… soft and hard? Must look into that later… OH!.. That felt good, do it again! Just like that…That's real good, Q… I wonder if Rachel would touch it like this… yup! Right there!… mhmm… yup, yup, yup! That's it!... twist! O- oh! Uugghh... YUP, YUP, YUP! RIGHT THERE! YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH'

Next thing I know, I freeze, I shake, and my hand and pants are covered in sticky stuff. 'Oh that's what it feels like to have an orgasm with a dick. They're right, it's indescribable.' I pull my hands out of my pants and examine this sticky substance.

'Oooh, it's my skeet! It's an almost milky color… Interesting, must be googled later tonight. But first we must look at the penis!'

I clench my eyes shut as I pull on the waistband of my pants and pull it out. Please don't be small; I forgot to estimate before I came! Lord, let me have a wand and not a twig! Please don't be fugly. Please don't like Uncle Harry's! His balls are way too big for his little wrinkly penis. I'm sorry I walked in on him when I was seven, but let me have a nice dick, God, please!' I feel like I could cry with anticipation.

Hesitantly, I look down. 'Mother fucker…'

I look back up at my reflection before a huge grin breaks out on my face and I start squealing like a little girl. I do more thrust before I start dancing, making Quinn Kong move like a helicopter.

'I'M PACKIN! HELL YEAH! I'M PACKIN LIKE FEDEX, BITCH! I GOT A BIG PINK PEACH! I'M PACKIN LIKE A LESBIAN ON A FIRST DATE! ! I'M PACKIN LIKE A RAT WITH SWISS CHEESE! I'M PACKI- wait, what? …Swiss cheese?'

I stop dancing around the bathroom and look at myself. After two minutes, I shake my head clear and finally get in the shower. 'I wonder if since this prayer was answered, my parents have changed too.'

Only one way to find out.