Stop and think

Alex needs to stop and think things through. Get her thoughts in order because the lightheadedness she’s feeling could be from how hard she orgasmed, but Alex has a funny feeling it's the rush of memories infesting her brain. She’s still named Alex. She’s still an economics student because she’s clueless as to what she actually wants. Her dad’s still her dad, who likes fixing electric bikes because he can’t afford motorcycles and shares her affinity for black leather. Her mom’s still her mom, who bakes carb friendly cookies which everyone pretends to like. Her sister… That’s new. Still a brat who likes pink and loud things, but Alex has a hazy memory of them being a lot more distant. That doesn’t mean their relationship is any better. Older Brother Alex was distant because of the few year age gap, and the fact both his parents wanted a girl and thus spoiled her rotten.

Newly minted older sister Alex was hated by her sister because a slutty Goth girl with a kick ass attitude was a lot more popular with the boys than the pastel princess. Slutty? Was she a slut? Alex had to hide a giggle from her boyfriend who was currently snuggling with her as a splash of warmth from past memories and escapades flowed through her. Her boyfriend was thankfully half asleep, after one last round Alex used to distract him from asking pesky questions. With one arm hooked around her neck, keeping her pressed against his chest that was shaved and hard with lean muscle. A consequence of being a varsity runner that gifted him his impressive stamina and something Alex was learning very quickly to appreciate. But before she got lost thinking about her boyfriend and testing the limits of her deliciously sore ass.

She refocused on past relations, and the dozen semi-serious boyfriends she's been through since high school. A far higher number than the monk lifestyle she half remembered along with her manhood. Alex still valued loyalty, and had broken up with more than one asshole that decided to test her on that. The problem was that since Alex wasn’t adverse to putting out on first dates, and was willing to have some harmless fun when not in anything serious meant she had a reputation. Not helped by jealous bitches like her little sister. Alex shook her head, not expecting that surge of heat or anger. Who knew slut shaming sucked as much as it did? It was of her boyfriend's favorite traits, that he thought her kinky side was cool rather than intimidating.

Wait, why was she his boyfriend? Wasn’t Mark her asshole best friend from before? Did she even like boys? Both sounded good, so she guessed that made her bisexual. Although she’s tried plastic and vastly prefers the real thing. Anyway back to her former best friend, turned anal destroying boyfriend. Mark was confident, funny, athletic, and attentive. Willing to snuggle and talk about how great she is after seeing she’s had a rough day with a good anal pounding and gaping in between. He's still a bit of an ass, although in a fun way. He liked taking charge, didn’t like feeling dumb, testing her patience more than once when he refused to listen, and couldn’t keep his hands to himself around her. Which was fun getting fingered on a move date, but dangerously stupid in class during a lecture with their English professor. The one she didn’t remember disliking as a man, but who was now always on her case for her skirt being too small and her makeup too dark.

Alex still liked him though, maybe even loved him. That admission, even in the sanctity of her mind and the years they’ve been together, caused her face to feel feverish as she had the sudden urge to kiss him. An urge she didn’t hesitate on, swapping spit with her boyfriend and feeling his hands wander down her back. Thankfully the two of them were too tired to continue, or else she would’ve forgotten all about the typewriter again. The Type Writer that was cursed. Alex might not think things through enough, in both lives, but to conveniently miss the keys necessary to form the wrong word and correct spacing. She calls bullshit. It's cursed, and Alex didn’t know if it was perverted or vindictive. If it was punishing her, or helping her since Alex liked her new life. She had a lot of friends, a good boyfriend, and a much better sex life. Things obviously weren’t perfect, but she's reasonably happy. The rational thing to do would be to throw this thing in a lock box and dump it into the ocean. Or maybe an inland lake? Have to make sure there’s no sequel bait whenever the waves drift it somewhere else.

It doesn’t matter. The point is, the last thing in the world Alex should do is use the machine again or let anyone else know and get tempted like she did. Alex picked at a scar on the pad of her thumb with her newly painted all black nails as she thought. A nervous tick and a reminder. Of how dumb she was poking the hot stove as a kid even after getting told not too. What did she want? Money could be nice. She doesn’t need to be rich, that’ll probably turn her into a porn star or make Mark the prince of some micronation. Something that would only add to his already over inflated ego. But having enough money to never have to work again or stress over a career? Alex was willing to risk a few curses for that.

She just needed to be as careful as possible. Waiting a little while before leaving the warmth and comfort of their bed. Using the excuse of needing a shower and putting away the typewriter in a nearby closet to her groggy half asleep boyfriend. Thankfully as a proud goth, she now had more than a few eccentric artist friends who liked collecting junk at garage sales or hobby stores. Who could be blamed for the unnecessary clutter. A story Mark accepted without question more focused on asking if she wanted some company in the shower and causing her to blush at his hungry look. Alex managed to get to the bathroom where she locked the door and grabbed a scrap paper. To think and write before she typed anything.

Refining the idea down further. Realising while the money was nice, it was security she was after. Riches, turned into a boyfriend that’ll won't cheat, became finding a reliable husband that won’t turn into an asshole in twenty years. By the time the topic of kids came up. Alex wanted to make sure she was healthy enough to have as many as she wanted, and that they wouldn’t have any psychological or physical problems. The entire scrap piece of paper she was using was completely filled with ideas and she felt intimidated as she glared daggers at the stupid machine. Taking more time to narrow down to one wish Alex was going to use to test this thing. Something small enough it wouldn’t destroy her if it goes wrong, yet big enough if it's her last wish it’ll be worth it.