Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-10”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

I have always been kind of anal. Not exactly a neat freak, but I like when things are clean and ordered (I guess I am a true Canadian, lol). It is because of this need to have things done in a timely fashion that I absolutely HATE my roommate. Well, not both; just the one that is a total bitch! Not only does she almost never do her chores (even though I constantly remind her), but she always pays the rent and utilities late. It would not be such a big deal if not for the fact that all the bills are in my name. This means that each time she “forgets” to pay her third of the apartment’s living cost, I am forced to pay it out of my own pocket until she “remembers” to pay me. By now, I assume you understand why I hate my roommate so much. If not, then maybe you are like her and, if that is the case, please stop reading now.

All right, if you are still reading, it means you are not a total bitch. Congratulations! But enough bitch talk, back to the story. Realizing my roommate was once again late paying her part of the electricity bill, I headed over to her room. As luck would have it, it was the most expensive bill of the year (we are in the middle of winter and I live in Canada, remember?). So I knocked on her door. After a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal my roommate. She was not exactly a supermodel, but there was some definite beauty in that slender body of hers. If not for the deep hatred I felt for her, I might actually have found her attractive.

“You owe me $127 for the electricity bill,” I said in an emotionless voice. She did not seem surprised by the high amount, but that is probably just because she was about to tell her usual lie. Sure enough, those were the next words that left her lips.

“I’ll pay you as soon as I get my paycheck,” she said. I struggled to keep from rolling my eyes.

“Okay,” was all I said as I turned my back to her and headed back to my room. But halfway there, I stopped, realizing I needed to teach her a lesson once and for all. Suddenly, I remembered the strapon I keep in my room and, less than a second, the fantasy started.

Taking full advantage of the fantasy that had taken hold of me, I rushed over to my room. Less than a minute later, I was fully naked and strapping the large, bright-pink strapon to my body. Mere seconds after that, I was striding across the dining room with sheer determination.