My best friend and I have known each other since daycare. We were the two kids named David and sharing a name was enough of a reason for 3 year olds to make a connection. It was one that stayed strong over the next 35 years too. We were still pretty different people. I was more sensible and stable and he was more brave and creative. It worked out well and we got each other out of trouble just as often as we dragged each other into something.
Brandon Brenton III was traveling for business. When he arrived at the old, fancy hotel he was going to be staying in, the first thing he wanted was a stiff drink. He noticed that one of the hotel bars was being reserved for a private party. This frustrated the wealthy, impatient man. After he saw some strange looking people walk into the bar, he was curious about what kind of private party could be behind those doors. As he approached the large, velvet covered, double doors that led to the bar, he read the sign that read: “Annual Gathering of The Society”. Brandon was confused and intrigued by what “The Society” was. He figured that a successful man from a wealthy family such as his would not just be turned away. He knew that he would fit in with an elite society. He opened the doors, walked in, and couldn’t believe his eyes. The bar was filled with strange looking older men that looked like fairy tale themed magicians, and the sexiest, most beautiful women all over them. The women all fawned over the strange men, attending to their every whim. Brandon was baffled. He didn’t understand what was going on or who these men were supposed to be. He also noticed that there were women there besides the gorgeous ones. They almost looked like witches. Brandon was quickly beginning to feel uneasy as the strange looking people all started looking at him one after another. They looked at him almost as if he were their prey as he made his way to the bar to get his drink. He was taken aback by the strange sight of the beautiful bartender who had sparkling skin and was nearly the size of a child. She greeted him and winked at him as he sat down. Before Brandon could even ask what was going on or order his drink, the bartender cheerfully gave him one. Surprised by the complementary drink that the bartender simply called “The Society Special”, Brandon began to drink it, hoping that it would relax him in the midst of all of the weirdness. The drink was delicious, but he immediately began to feel strange. However, before he hadn’t even noticed, he had drunk the whole thing and the impish bartender was giving him a refill… He began to feel sick as various men at the party began getting very friendly with him all of a sudden. Feeling uncomfortable and tipsy from the surprisingly strong drink, he got up and staggered out of the Society’s get together. As he walked, Brandon felt that something wasn’t right. He felt lighter and smaller than he had been moments before. His hair felt long and his clothes felt different. He felt so delirious and disoriented that he couldn’t even look down at his feet even as he noticed a clicking sound with every step that he took. It was like the sound of high heels. As the drunken businessman made his way down the stairs to the hotel lobby, keeping a hand on the rail for balance, he wondered just what exactly could be in this “Society Special” drink that could make him feel this way. He idly inspected the glass in his hand. He paused as he saw his reflection in his martini glass. He figured that he must’ve been even drunker than he thought because he could swear that he had somehow magically transformed from a “Brandon” to a very beautiful “Brandy”. Brandy was shocked, she felt like she was in a strange dream that she couldn’t wake up from. She knew that she had to get back to that Society. She knew that they were behind her transformation somehow, and that they could fix her… or maybe they couldn’t, but she just REALLY felt the need to go back there for some reason…
I’m sorry about this James but it was the only way i could get back to being a guy. I really feel terrible for stealing your body. You were so nice to me but in order to lift the curse i had to trully fell in love with someone. Its also hard for me but i was stuck in a girl’s body for 20 years. Can you imagine suddenly becoming a 5 year old girl? You can hate me now but what choice do i have. We had some amazing moments together and i will recall them for the rest of my life but now it’s time we part away. I truly loved you but it’s better that we go our separate ways. I hope you quickly adjust to this body, you’re really beautiful and smart so you won’t have a problem with finding someone else. Take care of this body, i sure will take good care of yours. Oh, and just in case if you think about passing the curse on someone else, don’t bother. The curse can be passed to someone you love but it works until your 25th birthday which is tomorrow. I doubt you will find love in one day so it’s better to give up. Good bye James. Have fun in your new life as Erica.
It was the first and the last time i tryed on my roomate’s panties. I don’t know what the hell got into me. I guess i was just too bored. When i put them on and looked at my reflection i found out she was satnding right behind me. She was pretty pissed. I didn’t knew such thing was possible but she casted some magic on me. My body changed and i became a girl.
I still had my own mind but there were a few changes. First my taste in clothes. I loved dresses and skirts, my wardrobe was full of them. Second, I can’t imagine living without my make up kit. Lipstick, mascara, eyeliner became my best friends. Last and most important is that i’m not atracted to girls anymore. I stopped watching porn and i don’t check out girls on the streets. Instead i really like guys now. My roommate seems to enjoy having a new female friend. Since my transformation we spend a lot of time together. I didn’t plan to become a girl but i must say it did end well for me. We are best friends now and she set me up on a date with her brother. I’m really glad she did, her brother looks really handsome.
Hey, its been a few weeks since I snap chatted you, but I wanted to talk with you…this is going to be a long story.
Jason had worked hard for ten long years going without any luxuries in his life just so he could afford the best body morphing treatment out there.
Morning, Agent Cole. You’re awake, I see. I’m rather impressed how early you’re up. Even in your current shape, your body metabolism must have processed all that sleeping gas you breathed in. And you had quite plenty.
“Well it looks like I’m playing you” I said to my final opponent in the snooker tournament. The man stood simply gawking at my body as did the rest of the crowd which had gathered around to watch the final or rather stare at the voluptuous form that I currently occupied. That of my mother Janine. You see I’m not a regular person, I am a body hopper. But I am a regular person in the fact that I am dreadfully short on cash. Well you say, “why didn’t you just body hop somebody and take their cash?”. Well I’m not a thief. So I decided that the best way to earn some money was to win a snooker tournament. You see I’m reasonably good at snooker. So I entered a tournament at my local pub. I lost in the first round. “It’s okay darling, you’ll get them next time” My mom had said hugging me like she does, having come to watch me play. I could feel the eyes of the olf men burning into me and my mother as we hugged. They were clearly staring at her huge chest which pressed snuggly against me like two soft pillows. It was tat this moment I got an idea. So, I re-entered the tournament the next week. But this time it wasn’t me who turned up to play. It was my mom. I’d managed to body hop her while she was sleeping that morning and spent the whole day finding something sexy to wear before setting off to the pub.
Jason was not enjoying his time in his girlfriend’s body.
Henry swapped bodies with his teacher Mandy Lynn, and he couldn’t control his new urges. Soon he was blowing his buddy at a party, and his buddy was a pimp. Soon enough he quit teaching and became a hooker for his buddy.