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 1-97”.

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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 believe in aliens. I know how it sounds, but before you go calling me nuts, take a second to think about it. Can you realistically believe that, out of the billions of planet in the universe, earth is the only inhabited one? I don’t.

All this talk about aliens is simply my way of telling you I am quite open minded. However, I have yet to see any proof that ghosts or demons—or any other supernatural beings—exist. Because of this, I have never believed in fortune telling. Perhaps there are some people out there that truly have a gift, but I can say without a doubt that most—if not all—fortune tellers are fakes.

Still, I have recently started expanding my horizons and exploring the vastness of the world—I know that sounds quite deep, but it simply means doing all the things I told myself I would one day do but kept putting off until later—so I felt like it was my duty to accept my friend’s offer to join her for a free palm-reading session. Deep down, I knew it was ridiculous to believe someone could tell my future just by looking at my hand, but I kept my mouth shut and went along.

The shop—at least I think that’s what they call it—was pretty much as I expected. Filled with crystal balls, tea leaves that were said to be ideal for interpreting the future and a wide variety of other overpriced items that in my opinion were nothing more than a total and utter waste of money.

The fortune teller was exactly as I pictured her. At least for the most part. The clothes she wore seemed to belong to a gypsy and the way her makeup had been applied gave her an almost comical appearance. Everything about her was exactly as I had pictured. Well, almost everything. Unlike the average-looking, middle-aged woman I imagined, before us now stood a gorgeous young woman. She appeared to be in her early-to-mid-twenties and, had it not been for her silly outfit, she would have been breathtakingly beautiful.

We were asked to follow her into the back room. At least that’s what I thought until I was asked to stay in the storefront while she took my friend in the back for her consultation. I didn’t understand the need for privacy, but chose to play along. I am not exactly a fan of confrontation and my friend had been looking forward to this all day.

It took roughly fifteen minutes for my friend to emerge from the back room.