Conditioned to Perfection (Part 1 of 3)
“Wh… Where am I-urghmmm!”
Cursed!
Alexi (formerly alex) was determined to win, he had to be the price of failure was a life as a woman, possibly more.
She Took It All
Come on! You would think there would be just one sock stuck in the dryer. How could she have gotten rid of all my clothes? My sister had begged me to take her finals for her so she wouldn’t have to go to summer school. She is popular in school, but not a very good student. I, on the other hand, made straight A’s. Humoring her, I said “Sure, if you can figure out just how we could get away with it”. She held out an old medallion and said “Put this on. I found it in Mom’s dresser”. When I did, she touched it with one of her bras and in 30 minutes was her twin. She smiled and said “Now you can take my tests and no one will ever know. When you get back, just put on the medallion and touch a piece of your clothes to it and you’ll change back into you”. Well what the hell. I’d do it. Besides, it might just be fun pretending to be the pretty Miss Karen for a few hours. When I got home there was a note on my bed. “Sorry Kevin but I wasn’t completely honest with you. I’m stuck with summer school no matter how good I do on the finals. I just can’t face an entire summer in school. After you left, I changed into you and I am going on your summer trip to Europe. We’ll swap back at the end of the summer. Have fun in summer school. PS. Don’t bother looking for any of your old clothes, what I’m not taking with me, I got rid of.
Karma’s A Bitch
My sister alway told me that I didn’t understand. That I never really tried to understand her. Well, when she got pregnant I decided to rub it in her face. I called her a bitch and she did not take it well. I was tired so I went to bed an in the morning, I felt different. I felt like there was a great weight on my chest and in my stomach. I stood up and itched my boobs and felt an odd pleasure. Wait, boobs? Yep, there they were. Two huge mounds on my chest and when I looke farther down, I saw my huge pregnant belly. I could feel my wet pussy craving to be filled. I was my sister! I got dressed (my sister always slept naked) and went downstairs. In the kitchen I saw a note. On the note were three words. KARMA’S A BITCH. I sat down on the kitchen table wondering what I was going to do when my mother walked in and told me”Lily, don’t be upset, but your brother got drunk last night and died in a car crash.” We both started to cry but for different reasons. I knew that my only chance of getting back to normal had just gotten drunk and died.
The plan
Sam and I made a strange deal. She was having some trouble flirting with a guy, so she said “It would be great if you could just be me for a week or so, so that you could chat with him and make things easier”.
I was no expert, but I was a guy, so it would be easy for me to understand the way he acted. I replied “Yeah, I could definitely do that!”. We then went on with our conversation, joking about what we would do if we were each other.
Of course, we both agreed that we’d try to discover what it’s like “on the other side”.
Ryan’s new life
Ryan knocked at the door. He was a little bit nervous but excited at the same time. Mr.Willson, his girlfriend’s father never really liked him but today he asked Ryan to help him with some work. It can be a great oportunity to improve a few things between them. Mr. Willson was a widower and a single father of a teenage girl. Since his wife passed his daughter became the only thing in his world, no wonder he scared off the boys who wanted to date her. Ryan somehow managed to become her boyfriend and now maybe he could finally get along with Mr. Willson.
Searching the right one
“What do you think?”, Marc texted his crush Steve after sending a picture of himself.
Marc couldn’t remember the last day, he didn’t have to think about him. The first time he saw Steve, he was absolutely flabbergasted. He had never seen such a cute, intelligent and dominant man ever before. On top, he looked handsome as hell.
Too bad, that Steve was straight and there was apparently nothing that Marc could do about it. He could feel that they were on the same wavelength, but every time he wanted to seduce him, Steve made it very clear he didn’t want to have anything to do with a gay man.
As the dejected man he was, he felt the need to express his feelings to someone who could truly unterstand him. That someone was his grandmother. Unknown to him, she used to be a very powerfull witch and when she saw her sad grandson, she knew exactly how she could help him.
After some conversations she showed him a spell, with whom Marc could copy the body of anyone onto himself. He would only need a strand of hair of the person he wanted to be.
Since that, he assumed the form of nine sexy girls already, but none of them were approved by Steve.
As he was about to give up, he spotted a sexy long haired brunette on the subway. He jumped at the opportunity, pulled forcefully at her hair and ran away with a few strands while she screamed at him furiously.
At home he quickly cast the spell with her hair in his hands as he watched himself transform into her. He quickly stripped down naked to put on a sexy piece of lingerie and a skimpy top which he bought himself to show of his bodies to Steve.
Satisfied with his new looks, he posed himself in front of the mirror, his new ass on display, tilted his new pretty head and took a selfie for Steve, unsure if Steve would approve this body finally.
After some time, what seemed like an eternity for Marc, Steve finally wrote and Marc’s heart skipped a beat.
Twenty Years Ago Today
It was twenty years ago today that my best friend made a wish on a coin he found that changed me into his dream girl and wife. So what do you think? Not bad for a 45 year old mother of 8.
EXPERTISE TEST
“And now he does an excellent job, I must say.” Jeff calmly said.
Exchange
I got a message from Amy, my ex, “where are you? came home looking for you” she said. Home? what was she talking about, my home ain’t her home. “Just leave, I am not getting back with you” I wrote back. A couple of seconds later she sent another text, “You come here right now, or your roommate will pay for you”. I didn’t know what she was talking about, “just leave, or I am calling the cops” I told her.