One Stormy Night

Prologue* I heard a story once about a man called Liam. I come across many stories in my line of work, but this one was one of my favorites. You see, Liam was different. And his story was about being different. What do I mean? Well, we often hear tales of transformation when we are young, The Princess and the Frog, Beauty and the Beast, and in all of these tales there emerges a handsome prince. But this is a tale with a twist. Where there is no villain, and no predictable roles for men and women. There is one thing it has in common with the tradition stories however; This is a tale of magic. Mini-Chapter 1 Once upon a time there was a man called Liam, who lived in a wonderfully beautiful place called Canada. Now, Canada is an extraordinary place, with towering mountains, magical creatures, and crystal clear lakes. But Liam?s life was fairly ordinary. He woke up each day in the ordinary way, he got coffees, ate meals and worked at an ordinary workplace for ordinary pay. Now, it is important to understand that Liam was happy. Ordinary things can bring great contentment and happiness ? ordinary does not mean bad. Ordinary simply means that his life had everything except that little bit of magic that would make it extraordinary. The one thing that was extraordinary was the beautiful place in which he lived. There was magic there, and all he had to do was to reach out and touch it. But he lived in the city, and cities have a way of draining magic, out of the world and out of people. In Liam?s ordinary job, he was granted four weeks paid holidays during which he usually saw friends and family who lived in and around the city. However this year was different. This year was extraordinary. A cold wind had started to blow down from the north, bringing with it a few shimmering pieces of magic dust that caught in Liam?s nose one evening when he was walking home from work. The smell was clean, crisp and invigorating and he felt that something about it was different. Sure, his city was windy from time to time, but something about the smell of this wind made him realise that it had come from far away ? through mountains and tall city buildings ?all the way to him. It made him feel special: chosen. He felt suddenly inspired to travel, to travel north and find the place the wind had come from, to step out of his comfort zone and leave his city, to go on an adventure. Spurred on by an inexplicable sense of urgency, in a matter of hours Liam had booked a cottage-cabin fully decked out with fireplaces and hot spa bath, naturally, packed his bags and was setting his head down for his last night?s sleep in the city. Escort Avrupa yakası He felt more excited than he had in a long time. Mini-Chapter 2 The next day, Liam awoke and set out on his travels. Walking, taxi-ing, training then taxi-ing once more took him far, far north to a little village by a lake called Ego; a village that looked like it had leaped out of a Christmas postcard and come to life. Liam, with his few bags of clothes, stepped carefully away from the curb and looked around him as the taxi that took him the final leg of his journey drove away. Houses and cottages lined the main street, standing nestled together in two neat rows, snow-laden like so many gingerbread houses. Liam knew, from the printout of Expedia he clutched in his gloved hand, that his was the last cottage on the left. He began to make his way, bags and all, the 100 or so meters down the street when his attention was caught by a sign in the window of a combination shop and house. ?Fateful Faye's Bubble-bath and bath-salts ? bath your way to bliss,? and beneath this, an ?Open, please enter,? sign swung haphazardly from the door knob. Thinking longingly of climbing into his hired spa bath and washing away several hours of travel and cold, Liam put his hand on the door knob and turned. Mini-Chapter 3 The shop?s interior was cluttered with baskets, tins, bowls and shelves fit to burst, full of bottles and dusty, sherbet-y looking orbs. The bottles were coloured; purple, green, pink and amber. They had names like ?Pure Pulsing Perfection?, ?Green with Envy?, ?Rosy Cheeks? and ?Golden Guilty Pleasure?. Liam gazed around in wonder for a few minutes, breathing in the heady mix of scents and waiting for a shop attendant to appear. Finally, his eyes landed on a deep, murky blue bottle entitled ?Stormy Seduction?. Before he realized what he was doing, his hand had grasped the neck of the bottle and he was walking to the overflowing, cluttered counter. Just as he was fishing into his pocket for some change, a old woman appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the counter and Liam, still feeling a little overwhelmed by the smells wafting around the small, enclosed space, jumped. ?Hello, Traveler,? she said, eyeing him beadily. ?Have you found what you seek?? ?Yes, thanks,? came Liam?s reply, a little disconcerted. ?How much, please?? he said, gesturing to the bottle in his hand. ?The first is free, from you to me, to see if you really like it. The second is some, for once you become, you won?t be able to fight it. The third you?ll find is best for your kind, as many before Ataköy escort have found. But once you use three, a storm you will be, and forever you will be bound.? Liam blinked at the old lady, wondering what on earth to say to this mysterious answer. Was this some kind of shop theater, like when you go to the mall at Christmas and there are elves everywhere to make you feel better about spending money on presents? Was this lady going for the whole ?witch with the potions? bend? ?Um, thanks,? Liam decided to get going before she started talking about eye of newt! He smiled at her sober face and lifted the bottle in a sign of gratitude then turned for the door. For the first time since he?d breathed in the air that brought him here, his new adventurous attitude was taking a bit of a hit. What was this place he?d come to? Mini-Chapter 4 Bags unpacked, Liam was thoroughly enjoying his cozy cottage cabin, his momentary regret of the trip completely expired. The cabin had copious amounts of elegant dark wood furniture with thick carpets and furry, woolly blankets, a fire place in every room and an enormous spa bath positioned in an open plan bathroom just feet from a king sized four-poster bed. What could be better than this?*he thought. The tired ache that had been plaguing him after his long trip gave him another nudge and he decided it was time to give the spa its virgin run. Leaning over, he turned on the hot and cold taps in a perfect combination so that the water was piping hot without scalding him, then he withdrew the bubble bath bottle from his pocket and looked at the label once more. ?Stormy Seduction? he read again, the swirling typography giving the ?S?s a serpentine appearance. Beside the ?n? Liam suddenly realized there was a small * indicating there was fine print to be read. He nearly dismissed it until the amusement of what the witch woman might write struck him and he turned the bottle over. He was not disappointed. ?Not to be used with any other Fateful Faye's Bath Products as may cause unpredictable results. Likely to give user unusual sensations and increased sensitivity; this is normal and a part of the product?s features and is no cause for alarm. Any and all acts committed during and after the use of this bath product will be the sole responsibility of the user. Must not use more than three bottles in a month otherwise changes to sensation will be permanent.? Liam chuckled. What the hell was in this stuff?! This just sounded like a typical ?cover-all-bases? disclaimer that all products fall victim to. They just make a big fuss about nothing, Şirinevler escort bayan just in case. He once read a fire extinguisher that had said ?Flammable?. How ridiculous. He opened the bottle and poured the contents in to the steaming bathwater. Turning away, he began to undress, taking off his ordinary travel clothes: very respectable slacks and a collared, button up shirt. Just because he was acting out of the ordinary didn?t mean he?d had time to change his wardrobe! Perhaps he?d buy some new things on this holiday, he thought. Stripping down until he was completely naked, he turned back to the bath which was now almost full and gratefully stepped in to the warm water. The fumes rising from the surface began to thicken in his nostrils, making him feel a little woozy as they had done in the shop. He sat down into the spa quickly, grateful to sink down into the water and to escape the cold that was making his skin pimple and his balls clench. He felt instantly relaxed. He reached over to the switches at the side of the tub and turned the jets onto their lowest setting. The water immediately sprung to life and gushed gently against his travel-weary skin. The sensation was pleasant and gently stimulating, and Liam laid back to rest his head at the end of the spa and close his eyes in enjoyment. The turbulence of the water created more steam than ever as hot water met cold air. In the distance, out on the street, Liam heard two men calling out to each other and laughing. Groggily he wondered who they were. Mini-Chapter 5 What seemed like moments later, Liam woke. He wasn?t sure what had woken him but when he opened his eyes he found the room had filled with mist. The hot bath water had evaporated somewhat and dispersed itself around his bathroom-bedroom. Liam sat up and lifted himself out of the bath as the mist swirled around him in a dreamy drift. He stood on the bath mat and tried to gain his composure, feeling a little strange. He stretched and felt every muscle in his body move and ripple in response. He looked down at his body and saw he had an enormous erection, glistening up at him with a few lingering suds and...was that...a droplet of pre-cum at its tip? Ha! He laughed to himself. He must have had a raunchy dream; that?s why he feels so sensitive! Liam stepped over to the vanity and bathroom mirror and gave the latter a few wipes with his wet hand to clear the image. It was then that he got a shock. Somehow it had been unclear to him when he?d looked down, but now, in magnificent reflection, was a beautiful man. Him. Slim, raven-haired, muscular yet softened at the edges. It was him but yet not him as he remembered himself to be. He was a man and yet...he wiped the mirror again. His skin sparkled like diamond dust, his hair had grown long and wavy, and all his edges, so masculine and hard before, had softened into feminine curves. He was not ordinary any more. He was beautiful. And horny.