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When Nikki called me to tell me she had my Christmas present, I wasn't sure whether to be excited or angry. After all, it was five days after Christmas. Still though, I couldn't help wondering what she had gotten. It must have been special to have waited this long.

I put down the phone and got out of bed, stretching. She had woken me up with her call, though I can't think of a better way to wake up. Except if there was an all-you-can-eat buffet downstairs. Or a gift-wrapped vixen at the foot of the bed. Or... well, I guess I could think of better ways.

I suppose you're wondering who exactly I am. Or maybe you've figured it out already. At any rate, my name's Jen. Nikki's girlfriend. And if that part offends you, then quite frankly, you should probably fuck yourself with a lead pipe covered in rusty nails. You idiot. Why'd you even start reading this story? You saw in the first part that Nikki said she was looking for a present for her girlfriend, right? Did you think that was a typo? Moron. Get the fuck out.

Ahem. But I digress.

After making it through the morning routines and having a nice hot shower, I walked back into my room, pausing in front of the full-length mirror on my wall. The raven-haired, emerald green eyed girl reflected in the mirror grinned and flexed her generously sized biceps. I chuckled, continuing to mock pose and admire myself in the mirror. I didn't do it often, but sometimes I just felt like having a good look at myself. I was fit, but not overly muscular. Or at least, I didn't think so. I stretched, grinning back at myself as my reflection's solid abs rolled with the movement. I stretched a leg at the same time, admiring the thick muscles in my thighs and calves. I loved the feeling of strength; it was the main reason I even started working out in the first place.

I straightened and brushed a lock of my long hair out of my eyes. I loved the way that looked too. I had always kept my hair long enough to fall almost all the way down my back down to at least butt-level, despite my mother's insistence that I trim it.

I was never very good at listening.

I raised my hands to my smooth chest, giving my nicely sized breasts a gentle squeeze. I smiled, cupping them in my palms and feeling their soft weight. Sure, they weren't quite as big as they were before I started working out, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to live with. Besides, they were perfectly sized for me.

I grinned at my reflection once more before finally deciding to put some clothes on. After pulling on a black sports bra and a matching thong, I managed to squeeze into a pair of tight, dark green shorts that barely covered anything besides my ass. I shrugged; I didn't plan on going out in public like this, so why not? I decided not to get a shirt dirty, since I would have had to wash it later anyway. Besides, you know you like the idea of me wearing a rediculously tight pair of shorts and a lycra sports bra. Don't lie, you know you do.

Since my family was out today, I didn't bother making breakfast like I usually do, even just for me. I'd done well over the holidays, so I shouldn't risk overeating at something as small as a breakfast. I flopped out on the couch, sprawling every inch of my six foot frame across its length like some lazy cat and waited for Nikki to show up.

Little did I know what a surprise she would be bringing.