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Poor John

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Poor John. He’s in for a surprise when he wakes up. John was out for his usual Saturday morning jog when he found it. A large sealed box. Being the curious type, John carried it home. John was shocked to discover it contained a new high tech female body suit. John had heard of them and knew they were hideously expensive. John had never thought about being a girl but just couldn’t let this opportunity pass. John struggled into the body suit and when it was sealed he jiggled like a girl, he walked like a girl, he sounded like a girl, he looked like a girl, he was a girl. John didn’t have any clothes that fit this body but that was okay. John had no intension of leaving the house. John spent the day walking, and dancing and playing at being a girl. Soon the jiggling breasts and swaying ass of the naked girl began to work on John’s male libido and he became increasingly aroused. John then discovered the sensitivity of the female breast and the pleasure of the female clitoris as he played titty tweak and grab ass with himself far into the night until, exhausted, he fell asleep in his favorite chair. Poor John hadn’t seen the instruction book which fell out of the box when he removed the body suit. If he had and if he had read it, he would have seen the warning that wearing the body suit more than 24 hours at a time would cause it to permanently bond with the wearer. John put the body suit on a 9;00 Saturday morning. It’s now 11;00 Sunday morning and John sleeps on.

Not What It Seems

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“Oh God, Honey! Don’t Stop! This is fantastic. I Can’t believe how this feels. Where did you say you got this spell again?” Read more

Keep Practicing

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Come on Frank, concentrate, It’s already Tuesday and you’ve only got till Saturday night to not only learn how to walk in these damn heels but to dance in them as well. It’s hard enough learning to walk in this distracting girly body with its swaying hips, but I can’t even see the floor much less my feet around these big tits.

What Happens In Vegas

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Well Dave, you’ve got yourself in some fuck up messes before, but this has got to be the topper of them all. I was in Vegas for a tech convention when I met her. We hit it off, the champagne was flowing, we were both pretty wasted and as they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, we ended up in her hotel room. Let me tell you this is one kinky chick. Hell she even talked me into letting her tie me to the bed. Then she climbed on and had her way with me. After we finished, she leaned over and asked if I wanted to try something really kinky. At this point I would have agreed to just about anything. She reached in a drawer and came out with a small electronic device. She push a button and there was a flash of light. When I could see the first thing I noticed was I setting up looking down at, well, me. The second thing was I was now the chick and her body was even drunker than mine had been. Between the alcohol and the shear eroticism of the situation, I just climbed on my on body had had my way with it. That was a very weird and pleasurable experience. When I climbed off, I noticed the champagne was getting warm. I decided to go get more ice and this is where I screwed up. Remember I said this chicks body was pretty wasted. Well, I just staggered out of the room looking for ice forgetting to take the room key. Now I can’t remember which room it is. I can’t ask the desk because I can’t even remember what her or rather my name is. So here I am stuck in a drunk chicks body, locked out of my room and lost in a hotel in Vegas. On well, at least I remembered to bring the champagne.

Last chance Jim

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I’ve always known my best friend and room mate, Jim, could be a bit dense sometimes but this is getting ridicules. Ever since we found that Morphic Adaptation Unit, I been changing myself into different sexy girls, parading half naked around him, flirting with him and anything else I can think off to get him to fuck me. Well, this is his last chance. If me laying on his bed with my ankles behind my ears doesn’t convince the bonehead that I want him to fuck me, then I’m going to throw the moron in the machine and change him into a hamster. Because he’s to stupid to continue polluting the human gene pool.

We Can Work It Out

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I was sitting at home watching TV when suddenly I, wasn’t. What happened? Where am I? What the hell is going on? Wait! I know where I am. That’s Frank’s Deli. I’m just down the street from my apartment. Why is everyone screaming? Why do I feel so different? Who’s that girl looking out Frank’s window? Oh, t’s just a reflection. Reflection? But I’m the only one….NO! IT CAN’T BE! I’m not a girl! I’ve got to get home! I run as fast as I can. This is unsettling. I jiggle and sway in alarming directions. There it is, but I don’t have my keys. It sounds like someone is inside. I yell and bang on the door. I’m starting to panic now and when the door is jerked open, I lose my balance and fall in the apartment. I look up from the floor at a naked, ME! Whoever this ME is must have been exploring my body. We stare at each other for the longest. I’m starting to realize just how big I was and how small I am now. I’m also shocked to realize that this female body likes what It sees. I feel wet in some uncomfortable places. My old body starts to grin and says, ” I expected you to show up sooner or later”. He helps me up and closes the door. I still don’t know what’s happening, but maybe we can work it out together.

Lack of Planning

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Sigh. Four more hours to go. Well I certainly did plan this out very well. As usual, I acted with out thinking it through. You see, I bought a cheap looking necklace at a flea market for $3. I’m still not sure why. When I got home I found a note in the box saying it was the Medallion of Zulo and it was magic. If you wore it and touched it to an item of clothing, it would change you into an exact copy of the last person to wear the clothing. Then after 12 hours, you could change back by touching your own clothes. Not sure if I believed it or not, I just grabbed some of my sisters underwear from the dirty clothes hamper and drove to my parents lake house where I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed. Well damned if it didn’t work and 30 minutes later I was an exact replica of my sister. Only problem was what do I do now. Oh sure, I checked out my new girls body but that didn’t take long. After all it is my sisters. The only clothes that fit are the under wear I used to change with so I can’t even go outside. The lake house doesn’t even have a TV. All I’ve done for the last 8 hours is lay here and watch the clock bored out of my mind. I can see I need to plan out my next use of the medallion a whole lot better.

Keep the Pants

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Before we were married, Mary always said she intended to wear the pants in the family. I always laughed at that. I thought it was our little joke. During the wedding, Mary somehow switched our bodies. After last night, I’m inclined to let Mary keep the pants and what’s inside them.

How Cliche

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Oh come on genie, how cliché can you get? Okay. So my wishes weren’t very imaginative. A million dollars, a big dick and all the sex I can handle. But still. Well cliché or not, I guess you delivered. I’m laying on the money, you certainly have a big dick and I guess that as a beautiful chick I can get laid pretty much anytime I want. Well keep going genie. I’m not even close to getting all the sex I can handle in this body.

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