Valentines Gift 3 - Tiara

Jo was starting to get really frustrated with her boyfriend Tom, she had told him time and time again how much she hated Valentine's Day. It had taken hours of arguing but finally, she had worn him down and he had agreed no presents. Yet when she had returned home from soccer practice, Jo was greeted by a carefully wrapped box that was clearly a gift from Tom.


She thought about just throwing the box away without opening it, simply out of principle, but she couldn't shake her curiosity. What gift would be worth risking their relationship over. Eventually she could help herself any longer and she began to tear into the box. Once she had broken through the wrapping, she was greeted with the most unfitting gift she could possibly think of. A cheap plastic tiara, it looked cheap, tacky and made no sense whatsoever.





“Urgh” Jo thought to herself “Why the hell would he buy me something like this? Does he even know me at all?” She couldn't understand it, she was such an unashamed tomboy, she cut her hair short, never wore makeup and constantly had grubby fingernails. Yet despite all that, for some unknown reason, her boyfriend thought it was a good idea to buy her the girliest gift possible.


Utterly confused by her boyfriend's actions, Jo reached into the box and picked up the tiara. As she did so, she closed her eyes and in a trance she lifted it towards her head.


As soon as the tiara found its resting place, the changes washed over Jo almost instantly. Where once stood a soccer playing tomboy now stood someone very different.


Jo's boyish features had shifted dramatically, giving her high cheekbones, arched brows and lusciously enhanced lips that formed into a perfect pout. Everything enhanced by perfectly applied makeup and glossy blonde curls that flowed down to the small of her back.


Her physique had changed too, no longer like the soccer player that Jo had been, but toned and flexible from regular yoga sessions.


All of the various cuts, bruises and scars that Jo had picked up from playing soccer were completely gone, leaving her with perfectly smooth, flawless skin that took on a deep, even tan gained from countless hours spent sunbathing. Even her grubby, chewed nails were gone, replaced by an immaculate set of false nails that wonderfully accentuated her now long feminine fingers.


Her old, worn jeans and hoodie combo had become a figure hugging dress, perfectly accentuating her new curves and displaying a deep valley of cleavage, made possible by the impressive set of implants that she now sported. She was adorned in expensive jewellery and her old battered high tops had been replaced by sparkly designer heels.


When it's work was done the tiara itself changed, becoming the expensive diamond encrusted masterpiece that it had always been destined to become.




Josie blinked, fluttering her gorgeous lashes in the process. She pulled her compact from her purse and spent a few minutes admiring her reflection before touching up her makeup.


When she was done, Josie blew herself a kiss and snapped the compact shut. A wicked smile crossed her face as she placed the compact in her purse and she up to leave for her date with Tom.


She knew she was way out of his league, but she always liked to dig her claws into a loser around Valentine's Day. Their natural inferiority complex would usually drive them to spend so much more lavishly on her to in order to compensate for their various flaws and Josie did so love to be spoiled.


Plus, if Tom didn't bend over backwards to treat her like a princess, she could always drag him to a club and crush his pathetic little heart by finding herself someone more suitable to hook up with.

“Mmmmmm” she purred to herself, maybe she should just do that anyway….