Dominik war genervt von den Reportagen im Fernsehen. Ständig gab es Berichte über irgentwelche russischen Millionäre die in Kitzbühl oder St. Moritz die Sau raus ließen.
“Wen interressiert diese Scheiße.” sagte er laut. “Ich möchte gerne mal verstehen, was so toll daran ist, Schmuck im Wert von 10000€ zu kaufen.
Diese russischen Trophy-Weiber sind grausam.
Von den Klamotten bis zu den Brustimplantaten, alles zahlt der Kerl. So ein Leben möchte ich auch haben.”
Oh my head hurts. What happened last night? Why can’t I remember? What’s this getting in my eyes? Is it hair? I don’t have long hair do I? I must because it’s attached to me. What am I laying on? It feels like a couple of pillows. Let me roll over. TITS! Why do I have tits? And such big ones too! Long hair, big tits. Am I a girl? I must be. But why can’t I move? Am I tied up? I must be, but why? Was I kidnapped? I don’t think so. This room is to nice and the bed is to comfortable for a kidnappers hideout. But where am I. I don’t recognize this room, but it is nice. Let’s see. I’m a girl, tied up on a comfortable bed in a strange bedroom. Am I into bondage or something? Maybe so. These ropes are sure tight enough but this gag is more symbolic than anything else. Look at what I’m wearing. Pink lacy panties and matching bra. They look like something a girl would wear to bed for her man. Is that what happened? Am I a girl who is into bondage who wore these for her man who tied her up and will be back soon to have his way with her? I wonder if he’s handsome? I wonder if he’ll be rough or gentile? Am I into rough? I’m into bondage so I might be into rough. I wonder if he’s hung? I’m actually starting to hope so. Should I call him master? I think I better. Will he call me his little slave? I hope so! I hope master gets here soon. I’m starting to get wet in anticipation. Maybe if I’m naughty, master will spank his little slave. I hope so. Then I can work all the harder to make it up to master.
My older brother,Zach, has annoyed me all of my life. He is self centered, sexist, and generally a jerk. I was thrilled when he went off to college, and even decided to stay local for college myself just so I could actually enjoy family time without him for once. Needless to say, I was incredibly bummed when I found out he was moving back with the family after not being able to find a job. I needed some retail therapy, so I headed off to the mall.
Brian had been a misogynist for some time before he finally met his match. Although he felt silly wearing this form-fitting blue top and purple skirt and high heels, the time had long passed for complaining. His wife had found some stupid spell to swap their bodies and she was gonna make him pay.
‘I sure hope this peps up his day at the office’, I mused as I sent a nude snapchat to my Husband. My inner monologue fought back, ‘Was he even into this? Stop your doubts, you know he is.’
Jimmy grinned at his girlfriend through the laptop screen. Well, his sorta girlfriend. Ever since she’d cast that spell things had been kinda….confused. Part of his brain still remembered Kyle. But Kylie was clearly into him— had been since the fourth grade though she hadn’t acted on it. And, well……she was good looking.
At first we just wanted to make the sex life exciting again. After we had found the medallion we swapped whenever we felt like it. And it was fun to experience the other side. That was going on some time and we started to forget who was the real man and who the real woman. After some more time we both started preferring to be the husband. It was just too much of a hassle being the wife. Putting on make-up, female hygiene, and not to forget Aunt Flo’s monthly visit. More and more often we would get into fights about swapping.
“Why are you looking at me like this?” Adam asked. “You idiot! Do you realize what you just did!” Martin yelled in a high piched voice. “Oh so when you’re doing this it’s fine but when it’s my turn then you get angry? You were turning me into a girl for the past two weeks. I had to pretend to be your girlfriend the whole time so you could boast about it at school. You owe me something so now you will be my girlfriend” Adam defended himself.
“But you don’t know how to use it” Martin looked terrified. “Of course i know. You’re a chick now so it worked” Adam didn’t understand what’s the problem. Martin shook his head “Did you precise for how long the spell should work” Martin asked. “No. Should i?” Adam was slowly becoming aware why Martin was so angry. “Well done Potter” Martin said sarcastically. “If you don’t precise how long the spell should work then…” Martin paused for a moment, the words couldn’t leave his mouth. “You become a girl forever?” Adam asked but by looking at Martin’s face he could guess the answer. “Dude i’m sorry i didn’t mean to” Adam apologized but Martin didn’t listen to him. It looks like he would need a new name and some clothes to fit his new body.
“Hi, Daddy, do you like what you see?”
“Okay, I can do this, I can do this,” I said taking inventory of my new anatomy, rubbing my hands through my long blond hair trying to get myself together. Playing a little game on OpenTG captions called the “Swap Party,” I had no clue that A) anything would actually happen or B) the player I had swapped with’s computer crashed almost immediately after I took control. Needless to say, looking around a pretty nice house and finding a mirror, the fact that it was Katherine Heigl was definitely another cherry on top of this day. Looking at a small note beside the now inoperable laptop, it seemed Katherine wanted out of the life of a starlet whose career that seemed to be on the decline and planned it out to where the laptop would crash immediately. And the little fact that I had a huge red carpet appearance to go to in a few hours. Of course, I could always try to play the Swap Party game again, but I chances of me getting my body back where astronomical at best.