A jobless guy living in a trailer

Ted was smoking his weed in his trailer while watching the office, like usual, when someone knocked on the door. He left the old worn out sofa and slowly walked to the door. On his porch, one of his friend from high school was standing in an expensive suit, while a luxurious car was parked behind him. He had a doormat in his hands and said.

"Hi Ted, I got something for you. It helped me take my life in hand and I think it'll help you too."

He put the doormat in front of the door and continued while the young man was trying to understand what was going on.

"This doormat will make you able to change anything in your... house. To make thing better, more expensive, or literally turn them into money!"

Ted finally said something, after hearing his old friend saying strange stuffs.

"I think you're... higher than me... man. What do you... do you take? I want the same."

"I'm serious, dude! Try to change something in your house. Like that pizza box over there, make it money!"

Ted looked at the pizza box behind him and imagined it being money, and there it was, money.

"Wow, sick, man!" He commented.

"Now, you know. Take care, dude." His old friend said.

He then took his car and drove away, leaving Ted with the gift, confused.

Half an hour later, a door to door representant of the living Christ, Emily, showed up in the door frame. Ted didn't even bother to close it and went back to his show and weed.

"Hi, sir... Do you... have a moment to talk about the return of our lord?" She timidly asked.

Ted looked at her and leaned to take a better look at the door frame.

"Aren't you... like two, usually?"

"I... yes... but my brother is not feeling well, so I decided to do some myself."

Ted didn't like much the uptight cultist that were roaming around, complaining about **** and sex before mariage. That woman in her late thirties in a long dress with sleeves clearly fitted the description.

"Come here, have a puff, relax a bit, you look all tensed up."

Under the power of Ted, she felt the need to try and came inside to sit next to him. After ten minutes, she was high too and laughing at whatever was on TV.

"So, it's better like this, no?"

"Yes... I'm soo good right now... Ahah!"

"What's up with you, guys? Coming to house asking to follow those dumb rules, man."

"You... You don't get it... If the lord come back and see you with those... Asian whore and dirty tattoos... fucking left and right... He's so gonna be pissed..."

That was strangely specific, but Ted, stoned, imagined the Asian whore with dirty tattoo, and the woman changed into her. Badly bleached hair random tattoos covering her body, a tube top on her small tits, a micro short with a G-string peeking out, fishnet stockings and stiletto high heels. He remembered his friend with the doormat. That was crazy he could even change people like that.

"Damn, dude, your weed is amazing. I'm getting horny." She commented. "Wanna fuck?"

Ted thought a moment, before going.

"Yeah, sure!"

Emily pulled down her short, string, and stockings, taking them off with her feet once they reached her ankles. And then she got on top of Ted and pulled down his pants to get on his cock. She bounced on his lap, riding his dick, while exchanging a bud from time to time. Ted took out her top and had fun kissing and licking her nipples while squeezing her small tits. After a while, she turned her back to him and took his hard member in her ass. While he played with the piercings on her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other, he was kissing her neck, bringing a special pleasure that she absolutely love.

He finally filled her ass with his cum and she came, drenching his balls and leaving a wet spot on the sofa. They both loved it and Ted wasn't ready to let her go, so various stuffs appeared in the trailer, her stuffs, clothes, jewels, beauty products. In her head they were a couple since high school and she was 22 years old like him.

Getting off his softening dick, she walked to the bathroom, and noticed herself in the mirror of the bedroom. The reflection confused her, had she always been like that? That was a dumb question, she couldn't have suddenly changed. Still it felt strange to see herself, even if she was damn sexy with all those tattoos. She took her phone and took a selfie.

Ted looked at the girlfriend he had created. There was a bit of guilt from making her like this, but it was muffled by the weed. She was sexy and kinky, and most of all she didn't judge him anymore. Not knowing her name she was going to be Melody from now on, he liked it.

After cleaning her ass, Melody came back and put on some clothes and kissed him on the lips.

"I'm going, I have a John in fifteen minutes." She said, taking two weed balls.

"Oh... right... whore..." Ted realized.

She passed her hand in his hair.

"When you go down, take a shower, you smell, babe."

"Yeah, I'll do... I'll do..."

Ted didn't try to correct her, he was too happy to have his sexy girlfriend that'll bring more money home than selling recreative **** to the neighborhood.