2011
Brian, Henri and Fiona were sitting in a plane to the USA. Brian and Fiona were sitting next to each-other and were kissing passionately. That annoyed Henri, so he said quietly “I wish she would chose me.”
Suddenly the plane was struck by lightning and crashed on a small island. During the process of falling Brian said to himself: “I wish we’d make it.”
– Please John, turn me back. Just for a night. I talked to Chloe and she said she said i have my chance with her. All i have to do is to go talk to her, but i only can do it as my male self.
– We made a deal Julian, i can go to our vacations with my sister and you have to play the role of my lovely girlfriend Julie. So, no, you will stay a girl during this two weeks. Play your part of the deal and you could do anything you want with her at our return home.
– Ok that’s it! You don’t want to help me? Fine, i will tell you who i am and what you made me do.
– you really shouldn’t do that, haven’t you read the magic contract you signed?
– fuck that contract, you can’t force me to be your girlfriend.
“Wait… hold on, hold on.” Mike protested. “This isn’t how it’s suppose to go. I’m suppose to…”
“Hey don’t touch it.” I say
“Your the one who got yourself into this mess not me I told you not the weird lady.” Rick remarks.
“Don’t remind me how was I meant to know that she was a witch and would curse and turn me into a woman, nor would I have guessed that my new hormones would make me jump the bones of the first guy I saw who just happened to be you. Now I’m stuck like this.” I say as I gesture to my swelled stomach. “Worse yet my family think I’ve always been a girl and that my mom is making me take responsibility of my actions it’s not my fault now is it.” I say
“I get where she’s coming fun kinda of I mean we say we want to be treated as adults well now we will have to be adults and parents. Don’t worry I will make sure I will take care of you and the the baby. Rick says as he smiles up at me. I respond by sticking my tongue out at him.
In the past few months, it had become abundantly clear that the function of the nanites was to drastically increase human fertility. Carlita had quickly become pregnant after sleeping with Mr. Ramon so many times. Mr. Ramon insisted that she live with him in his house and have the baby. He assured her that she and the baby would be taken care of for the rest of their lives. In her mind, Carlita was still an immature male college football player. She couldn’t believe that she was pregnant. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to constantly have sex with a man. She couldn’t believe that she said “yes” when Mr. Ramon proposed to her. She couldn’t believe that her giant tits were already lactating when she was only 3 months pregnant!
Some of my peers would characterize me as mischievous. Some would even go so far as to call me a miscreant. I am a god. A minor god, mind you, but a god nonetheless. I like to think I am a good god, using my powers to better the lives of my charges. What most mortals don’t realize is that their prayers do get heard. They just rarely go to the big guy upstairs. Instead they come to minor gods, or guardian angels as some mortals call us, like me. Now most of us usually make subtle changes in our lives of our charges, requiring the mortal who prayed to them to identify and take the opportunity to better their lives themselves. I on the other hand usually like to take a more overt approach. Mortals can be rather dense after all. This has lead to me getting reprimanded by the big guy a couple times, but never anything too serious. My track record for improving the lives of those who’s prayer I get speaks for itself. So long as I don’t do anything that brings an end to the world, I’m pretty much free to proceed as I see fit.
Ever since I was a kid, I was something of a thrill seeker. I was only twelve years old when I found the joy of driving cars and only three months after to get into my first car accident, but that didn’t do anything to quell my newfound love of racing, a love that stuck with me into adulthood. Working at a grocery store, I found that street racing was an excellent way to supplement my income. I quickly gain a reputation as someone with guts, willing to go all the way for a win. It was that reputation that earned me an invite to an exclusive racing club. It had no official name, but they raced for what they called “slips or slits”.
The majority of these races were for pink slips, meaning the winner would get the loser’s car, a risky but potentially lucrative prospect. Every week, there would be at least one “pink slits” race. These were the main events as the prize for winning and the punishment for losing was far more dire. Instead of the car, the drivers’ masculinity was on the line. The winner would absorb all of the masculine essence from the loser, enhancing his male features in every way, including his sexual prowess. The loser’s body would then be flooded with feminine essence, transforming them into women in every way save for their mind. They and the other members of the club would remember who the loser was before the race, but in the eyes of the rest of the world, the loser was born a female, reality shifting to accommodate their new identity.
The loser could still race for slips or petition for a redemption race. In this race, the transformed racer can regain their male form by absorbing the masculine essence of their opponent along with any enhancements their opponent may have gotten. However, should they lose, their mind would be altered to become the winner’s perfect slave. They would no longer be members of the club but still accompany their masters to club events, their only purpose in life to look pretty and please their man.
“Oh shit maybe I got a bit carried away” James said to himself as he stood in the kitchen his mom’s boobs and ass both soaked in washing up water. His boredom had driven him to body hop his mom’s body while she washed up in the kitchen. But that was over an hour ago and now his dad was returning home. “Shit what do I do?” James panicked. He heard his dad coming closer so quickly pulled up his pants and top, even though he wasn’t wearing a bra and his breasts were soaking wet. Just as he’d yanked them up his dad walked in.
It was a hot day at the company warehouse, and after a grueling day of checking inventory in the mandatory high heels, pantyhose, and tight skirt in the heat of the warehouse, Ted, now Trisha, was ready to take them off!
“How about this? Does it do anything for you?” I asked.