Glen should have freaked out after suddenly ending up in the body of a whore across town during the Great Shift, while she was being spewed on by a client no less! The fact is however, this woman’s body was so horny and high in sex drive, Glen couldn’t help but be swept in by her desires for cock and cum!
Ted wished to the genie to be a huge hit, and the genie had a sick sense of humor. Ted’s smile for getting a wish would soon fade once he realizes what just happened to him, well HER now. As Ted felt the new massive weights, gazed down upon them, then grabbed them with his tiny manicured hands, while also noticing a new strange feeling void between his thighs, he screamed, hearing his new high pitched voice! It was too late however, the genie was gone, only granting one wish per customer! Ted, now Tessa would have to deal!
Matthews singing career had taken a strange turn after the great shift.
I had infiltrated the home of one of the biggest druglords in town. It wasn’t easy, I had to go through some changes. I was given a pill at work. It took a whole week, but I saw my body change each day. Monday I started to become shorter and thinner. Tuesday, my equipment deflated. Wednesday, my hair changed colour and grew longer. Thursday, I grew boobs, and my equipment finally retracted into my own body. Friday, my face looked a lot more feminine. Saturday nothing happened on the outside, but the scientist at work told me I had just grown a womb. Sunday, my mind suffered some changes, I started to feel like a woman, meaning I was attracted to men.
Pedro Jr. arched his back and pouted. “Okay, this was…um…an interesting and enlightening experience, but I think it’s now time to turn me back, Mom,” he said.
Harriet allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction in the ladies’ room mirror as the party raged unabated. A week ago she’d been Hugh, an unattractive teenage male nobody with pimples, until an old lady displayed a magic necklace as a small reward for help taking out the trash over the years.
The stone bench felt on Brian’s bare ass but that was the least of his problems now.
James and Frank sat there on the school steps watching the lads practice at football still forgetting some of the fundamental things about being women and wearing skirts and wondering why all the lads kept on staring at them.
Discordant notes tumbled around the room as Reynold desperately played the piano. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the blonde hair tickling his neck and the flimsy dress that encased his body. (Oh, what was that melody? he thought to himself.)
Donald couldn’t believe it. One day, he was a loudmouth, misinformed, hotel baron gaining more and more support in his presidential candidacy despite the legions of naysayers and critics, and the next day, he suddenly woke up as a completely different person. With his blonde hair, bimbo appearance, fine jewelry, and revealing clothes, he (now SHE) could be called none other than something her old self was quite familiar with… a trophy wife. She stared at her huge breasts as she sat on her fancy couch in her lavish home, just waiting to wake up from this nightmare. But it was real. To her shock, she eventually discovered that she was now the wife of a rich old tycoon that used to be her biggest supporter back when she was a man. Little did the old man know, his young ex-stripper wife was once a man in a forgotten reality. The only person besides “Donna” herself who would ever remember the fool who nearly became president was the powerful witch activist that cast the spell.