THE GAL RING
Joe wanted to give his mom a gift for Mother’s Day. His mom had raised him as a single mother. So, this time, he wanted to express his thanks for her effort. The problem was that he was just a student without any income but a little allowance; in other words, he didn’t have much money. He only had around $50 to spend on his gift.
Joe explored the downtown area to check out souvenir stores that suited his budget. He then found this antique store called ‘Fallentine Goods’ in a quiet alleyway where not many people were ing by.
“Welcome to Fallentine Goods. Feel free to check out our goods. I guarantee you that our goods will be life-changing for you,” greeted the shopkeeper, a feeble-looking old man.
Joe felt that the store’s tagline wasn’t suitable for this kind of store, but he decided not to think too much about it; he would not visit here often or even come back here if the store’s price range was beyond his capacity anyway.
“Do you have any good trinkets or jewelry that are under $50?” Joe asked the shopkeeper.
“Under $50, oh, we have a lot of those cheap goods, but may I ask, for whom do you want to buy the goods? Your crush? Your ex?”
“No, it’s for my mom; I’m a bit tight on budget, so I can only afford something under $50,” Joe answered in a low voice.
“Your mom?” The shopkeeper looked at Joe weirdly, but then his expression returned to his normal business smile, “Well, I will let you check my collection that is suited for older ladies.”
“Yes, please.”
The shopkeeper then took out a bargain bin full of various trinkets and accessories. Joe eyed the stuff in the bin; most of it looked tacky or had a defect. And then he found one good-looking golden ring with some Japanese words engraved in it that he couldn’t read. It looked like it was made from genuine gold and seemed to call him to pick it.
“Is it made from real gold?” He asked the shopkeeper.
“Ah, you found the Gal ring. Yes, it’s made from real 24-carat gold, 100%,” the shopkeeper answered, as if it was not a big deal
“Why is this thing in this bin? This ring can easily be sold for hundreds or thousands of dollars at the very least in another jewelry store. Is there any mistake?” Joe looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously. The thing seemed too good to be true.
“Well, I’m just following the previous owner’s wishes; they want me to sell it cheaply so it can find its ‘destined’ new owner as soon as possible. Anyway, you just need to know that I’m not losing a bit from this transaction,” the shopkeeper explained.
“I think I was destined to buy this,” Joe said confidently.
“I like your confidence, boy, but let me warn you, if you turn out not to be the destined one for this ring, this ring will bring you trouble.”
“What do you mean?” Joe asked.
“If you believe in magic, you may call this a cursed ring. Cursed with what? I don’t know myself; I never see the ring working its magic. So far, any other buyer has reconsidered buying this after I said it was a cursed ring, but if you don’t believe in superstition, this may be just an ordinary gold ring. So, with all that said, do you still want it?”
Joe contemplated for a few minutes before nodding his head and saying, “Yes, please pack it.”
“I await your next visit, boy,” said the old man as Joe left the store with the ring. His warm smile turned into a wicked grin. He lied about never seeing the ring work its magic; he knew well what the ring was about to cause, but he didn’t have the slightest intention to tell the boy of the magic ring’s danger. The boy insisted on buying it, so it was no longer his responsibility if the ring would mess with the boy’s life.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I have a gift for you,“ Joe handed the gift box to his mom, Susan, before she went to work.
“Oh, thank you, Joe,” Susan said as she accepted the present from her son.
“You deserve it, Mom.”
Susan then unwrapped her present, and her eyes suddenly widened in surprise. “Oh, it’s so pretty, Joe. Wait, the ring. Is it made from real gold? Where do you get the money for this, young man? Are you stealing it from somewhere?”
“No, I’m not stealing it. It just looks like gold, but it’s a counterfeit one; you don’t need to worry about the price.” Joe lied to his mom to not make things more complicated. He also didn’t tell his mom about what the shopkeeper said regarding the ring being cursed. Before he gave it to his mom, Joe had double checked the ring and felt that the ring was just an ordinary ring.
“Really?” She observed her son’s expression, trying to see whether he was lying or not.
“Yes.”
Susan let out a breath of relief and turned her attention back to the ring. “This ring even has Japanese words engraved on it. Let’s see, this should be Ya, and this one is Ru. Ya-ri-man-gya-ru? Whatever that word means, I want to thank you for the gift. I will wear it to work tonight so I can show others in my workplace that my kid gave me something for Mother’s Day.”
Susan was of Japanese-American descent. She was a third-generation, and her Japanese ancestry was thin. She grew up in America and never stepped out of the United States. She didn’t have much interest in the other half of her culture. She could read a little Japanese, but she never honed her Japanese comprehension skill more than a very basic level.
Susan was a pretty, dark brunette-haired lady. Not supermodel pretty, but attractive enough for a woman her age. Thanks to her Asian genes, she looked younger than she actually was. She was 38 years old, but she could still as someone in her early 30s. Yet, even the youthful Asian gene couldn’t hide the trace of exhaustion in her face. Susan was a petite lady, with her only being 5′3″ feet tall. She didn’t have any curves to be proud of aside from her modest, not too big boobs.
As a single mother, she took a double job to provide for her family. During the day, she worked as a manager in a retail store, while in the evening, she worked part-time as a waitress in a small local restaurant not far from their house.
“I will buy you a nice cake as a thank you when I’m back from work.“ Susan hugged her son before she left the house to work.
Susan was quickly out of Joe’s sight. If Joe were still around his mom, he would probably notice that the ring on her finger began to glow softly and realize that something was wrong with the ring.
When Susan arrived at the restaurant, she no longer looked like the tired single mother she had been before. Her fair white skin was now tanned ich brown. Her long, straight brunette hair had transformed into curly, teased, light blonde locks with pink streaks on them. Her face was heavily adorned with colorful makeup. Her face now possessed a distinctly eastern-Asian lady’s look; people would never guess that Susan had American ancestry.
Susan’s figure had become more voluptuous. Her modest boobs inflated into huge cantaloupe-sized tits. Her formerly flat butt had filled out and now looked round and full, as if two spheres had been bolted to her rear.
Susan’s physical appearance was not the only thing that changed; her clothing also underwent a dramatic change. Gone were her modest blouse and pants; in their place were a leopard-print crop top and a pleated mini skirt. Brand new thigh-high socks covered her legs. And her flat shoes were now swapped for 5-inch platform heels.
“Susan, is that you? What are you wearing?” Her boss, the restaurant owner, a man who was not much older than Susan, asked in shock after looking at Susan’s new appearance, which was so inappropriate for work.
“Susan? That name doesn’t suit a hot Asian bitch like me. I want you to call me Suki from now on, boss,” Suki said in a high-pitched voice. The ring on her finger then glowed so brightly that its light enveloped the entire restaurant.
When the light subsided, everybody in the restaurant forgot about Susan, but they knew Suki, the restaurant’s resident whore, well enough. The boss even let Suki use the restaurant kitchen as a place where she could have sex with her client. He didn’t know why he let Suki do that.
But after Suki flashed the ring on him a second time. He knew the reason why he let her do as she wished in his restaurant. He was one of Suki’s regulars; he let her have sex in his restaurant’s kitchen in exchange for a discount for him when he hired her service.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Suki.”
“Let me see the money first, big boy.”
The chef quickly took out his wallet, Suki snatched his wallet from him, and took out several dollar bills. She then turned around, lifted her skirt, and bent over, offering her pussy to the man.
“You can fuck me now, stud.”
Joe, who was waiting for his mom to return, was in shock when his mom returned home with a very different look compared to when she departed for her work.
“Mom, why are you looking like that?” Joe asked with a trembling voice as he looked at his mom’s new slutty appearance.
“It’s all thanks to you, my son. The shopkeeper had warned you that this was a cursed ring that would bring you trouble, and you still gave it to your mom,” Suki answered.
Joe’s eyes widened in shock, “How did you know that? No, you aren’t my mom! Who are you?”
“Yes, you guessed right. I’m not your mom; I’m the spirit of the ring. I have taken over your mom’s body and mind completely. From now on, you can call me Suki,” Suki told Joe the cold truth.
“Give me my mom back!” Joe lunged toward the woman, but Suki effortlessly neutralized his attack and threw him to the ground.
“Do you want me to give your mom back? I’m sorry, but I can’t fulfill that wish. I’ve waited so long to have a body, so why should I return it? But don’t you worry, I’ll treat you well, but not as my son; instead, I think I’ll make you my boytoy.”
The ring on her finger then flashed with bright light and enveloped Joe.
Joe could only haplessly let Suki tease his cock with her sock-clad feet. He felt so lucky to have a roommate like Suki. Their relationship has been casual so far; Suki often teased him like this and made him ruin his orgasm. In Joe’s mind, he thought that Suki liked him and that he had a chance to take the relationship further with the sexy older Asian woman than just being her casual roommate with benefits. He was about to ask her whether she wanted to have sex with him, but before he could ask her, a sudden phone call interrupted them.
Suki picked up her phone while she continued to tease Joe’s cock with her feet.
“Yes, I’m free right now. Do you want to do it at my house? Okay, don’t worry, I’m home alone. See you at my house, darling,” Suki ended the call.
Suki then stopped teasing Joe’s cock with her feet. She looked at her former son with a flirty smile and whispered to him, “Joe, can you be a good boy for me? My man will come here soon, so I want you to stay in your room and be silent during this time. Be so silent, as if you don’t exist. If you are good, I will reward you later.”
“Y-yes, ma’am.” He replied in a stutter. Joe’s imagination already ran wild after hearing that Suki would reward him. He was already fantasizing that Suki would reward him with sex and that he could finally lose his virginity. He couldn’t wait for it. He was almost creaming his pants just from the fantasy.
I’m really a lucky guy. Joe thought.