The Origins of the Mysterious Stranger

You can see it only occasionally, in the corner of your eye. Often out in nature, or in a place where energy seems to shift — sometimes near very historic objects or places dripping with tragedy. The air feels different. 

Occasionally you are walking and feel across your skin a sudden change of temperature. One degree colder. And in those rare moment, in a second, at the edges of your peripheral vision a wrinkle opens, like a dog-earred page, a tear in our reality, and you see a glimmer of another realm. 

It's happened to me maybe six times in my life before I caught it. The first time I was left simply scratching my head. By the third random occurence, seeing just for a split second an opening out of this world, I wanted to leap for it, to find a way to keep the tear open. 

It boggled my mind. Why would I be so impulsive as to leave this plane for another I knew nothing about? Still, I resolved, somehow, to pass through the wrinkle the next chance I got. 

Many years passed. My interest in the beyond grew. I spent nights in libraries. I lost sleep. When the tears appeared in reality, usually when I least expected them, I leapt for them in vain, always too late. 

When I was a kid there were lizards in my neighborhood. And I chased them for weeks, trying to catch one. I grew disappointed, but I didn't stop, and then one day, I successfully took one in hand. I was shocked to finally catch one. But those weeks of chasing, those weeks that a moment ago seemed completely pointless, had proven to be practice. Then it was easy. Imagine my shock when, after a few catches, one lizard turned back on my hand and bit me squarely in the palm. Ow! 

That's how this is. You don’t merely catch it. It catches you. So, one night in Paris, when I felt the temperature suddenly drop in the lavatory of an old cafe, I didn't think. I leapt. The wrinkle was nearly closed when my hand hooked it — and that's all it took. I ripped it open and pushed through into the light. Reality stretched like toffee. Light bent and refracted.

As for what happened, what I can say is this: You learn things out there in the infinite realms. You find things. I became a collector of powers and mystical objects. I grew more confident. I learned to open the portals, without waiting for them to reveal themselves. I could move between them, between realms and realities, though I didn't travel too far. Our realm was still home. 

I stayed. Maybe three months? Time moves as you like. At some point I was gifted this stone. Smooth on one side, rough on the other, and black like obsidian. I rung with profound power. I mounted it to a silver chain and wore it low around my neck. It's power radiated into my chest. Against my better judgement, I brought it back with me, arriving only a day after I had left, even though my sojourn had been months. I could bend time to my will. 

The energy flowing from the black stone around my neck seemed to amplify the moment I stepped foot back in our realm. A living thing itself — it liked it here on Earth. There was a profound opportunity to be used. People were distracted, barely considering their paths, the sheer beauty of existing and its possibilities was lost on them. They were clay waiting to be formed — instead of the potters they could become if only they decided and moved. 

I didn't have many friends. I was a bit of a loner. But I did have my friend Jules. We had gone to high school together, and were close. Geeks, playing board games and watching science fiction films. But he had started to change in University. Honestly, I understood. He met Charlotte, she was beautiful, and so board games and scifi took a backseat to cleaning up his image, pursuing her. 

And he won her.

Our social time over the last months had dwindled down to a weekly game meetup. A few hours in the afternoon, between classes. One I looked forward to. So when I got back from the most amazing three months of my life, I was glad to see my friend Jules. 

"Hey man. I'm sorry. I can't do game day this week. Charlotte and I are going on a picnic."

It was wrong to follow them. Perhaps it was jealousy. Perhaps it was the matter-of-fact way he said it. It made me feel like our time as friends was numbered. And it was. 

I watched them from the tall grass. Laughing. Eating. Making out. He had changed, and I wondered if it was for the better. Because I didn't recognize him. All the things he had liked before, were falling away. He had changed. I suppose I had changed as well.

But then I considered: What if he changed more?

Watching the realization cross his face as his girlfriend's clit swelled in her shorts made me chuckle to myself. His hair was already growing out and he cried out in an androgenous call. "Oh fuck, Charlotte. What's that?" 

I realized, if she was to be the man, she would need to guide him through it. Energy coursed through me and into her. 

Take charge. Be my proxy. Please me — by pleasing yourself, completely.

"Jules. I like your long hair,” she said.

"Charlotte. You look like you're turning into a. . . into a. . . "

She unzipped her pants. It was healthy. Throbbing.

"I like making out with you, Jules." Jules shook, he could barely speak seeing his girlfriend changing before his eyes. "But you don't have what I need now." Her cock throbbed.

"Charlotte."

"Let's fix that," she smiled. "Let's give you what I need."

"Fix it?"

"I want your balls to go somewhere else. I don't want to see them anymore. In fact, I want them to do something else entirely."

Her balls popped into her panties one at a time. "How about if they do the opposite of what my balls are doing? Let them compliment mine. Completely." He yelped loudly as they entered him. A yelp that sent energy through my spine.

I was hard. Changing them made me hard.

Charlotte smiled. "Julie." She ripped her shirt open, revealing a tight, muscular chest. "Grow tits for me."

His chest swelled in obedience.

God, watching Jules get pushed into position boggled my mind. I tugged my cock, amplifying my power through Charlotte. 

"That's right honey. On your stomach. I want to be inside of you. I want you under me. This is where you belong now. 

Julie was a good woman and fucked back. She met Charlotte's new cock, her breasts swaying and bobbing. She cried out loudly in the middle of the field.

I stood up and walked closer. Cloaking myself in invisibility. Flowing my energy around the new woman and her mate. I knew they felt my presence. I amplified their sensations.

I stroked my cock and watched Jules become a woman before my eyes. He met his girlfriend's thrusts despite herself, moaning out, tits shaking.

I knew this was goodbye. 

Jules had a vacancy now. One he needed stuffed good by her new boyfriend. I walked around them, adding to the girth of my cock, stroking it and admiring my work. That's right, Jules. You didn't think pursuing Charlotte would lead to her being buried deep inside of you. 

No more games, Jules. 

You didn't want to play. So the only game you'll be playing is Life. 

I whispered to the stone and Charles' balls swelled. I wanted them full for my friend. 

Jules, didn't your mom tell me once that twins run in your family?

Finishing touches. 

I began to enjoy the finishing touches. I cricked my neck to the right and Julie's voice pitched higher. I wanted her to have a pleasant soprano. To rob her throat of any bass that once existed there. I circled them like an artist.

I cricked my neck again to the left and Jules’s new pussy tightened around Charlotte’s new cock. They both moaned out. They were close.

Then I looked at Julie. Her pussy aroused and swollen. Charlotte's new cock pistoning inside of her, so close to exploding.

I wanted Jules to want it — but not want it. To fight herself. To search for plausible deniability in the face of these new desires. But I knew I wouldn't have to plant this seed — I could hear in her moans that she was already conflicted. 

She called over her back, "You're going to pull out, right?"

I held Charles' tongue. Julie’s question was met with silence, save for the dull thud of their bodies meeting in a steady crescendo.

"When you come. . . You're going to pull out of me, right?"

I smiled. I could feel my old friend squeezing the cock inside of her with her pussy — begging it with every ounce of her primal feminine nature to explode within and cost the walls of her new pussy with her new mate’s come. She gripped Charlotte’s cock in expectation.

"Charlotte. Please. I can feel you swelling. I know you're close. I think maybe you should pull out."

I loosened Charlotte’s tongue. "My name is Charles, Julie."

"Oh fuck." She whimpered. "Please. Please pull out, Charles. I think I'm ovulating. You don’t want to get me pregnant do you?” With this question she moaned, hugging the cock within her tightly. 

"I think you are ovulating, too." Charles increased his rhythm. Hitting her hard.

"Oh fuck. I'm serious."

Charles grabbed her around her tits and said, “Me too.” Then he unloaded. 

She called out. "Oh god, yes. Put it deep." She moaned. "Oh it's warm. Every shot is so fucking warm."

Julie gave in. Moaning loudly. Tangled with her lover. Begging for impregnation. 

I stood and came in the grass. Shoulders back. 

I breathed out and sealed them in their new forms. It was an easy decision. They had crossed the line and I saw this as acceptance. My friend was Julie now. Charles belonged inside of her. 

I liked my new powers.

My mind drifted.

How would I use my powers next?

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Thank you for reading! We will see more of this Myserious Stranger I think. The next part of The Christmas Gift is wrapping up and there is more on the way. Have a nice weekend!

— BL & Crew