I had just flushed the toilet. As I was about to pull up my pants, my roommate John opened the door. “What the hell dude? close the door!” He was holding an old looking notebook. I saw him write something on it. I felt a small gust of wind cover my whole body.
I hate doing my own laundry, so I make my dad do it for me. The problem with this is that sometimes he mixes up my sister’s stuff with mine. Typically this applies to our socks, especially the black ones since they are not gender specific.
Hannah had enought of her two sons Martin (25) and Paul (28). Despite already graduating and the fact that they were adult men now they still lived at her house. To make things worse they were lazy and never helped her, instead she had to clean their mess. She tried to persuade them into finding a girlfriend and starting their own life, only for them to arrogantly brush her off. Thats when she decided to change things. She went to the basement and took an old book from the box. She chanted a spell which changed everything.
“What’s this?” I asked myself, when the next day after my wedding I woke up all alone in bed. I could feel long hair touching my right shoulder. I was wearing nothing but my wife’s nightgown. “Wait was that my voice?” I said outloud, realizing I had her voice. I felt an emptyness downthere, and worst of all, it fell sore.
I was sure my girlfriend was cheating on me, and with my best friend James! So I deviced a way to transform myself into a copy of her. She was going out of town for two weeks, it was the perfect opportunity to find out if I was right. All I would have to do is transform into her, and pretend I didn’t go to the trip to stay with James.
I live in a world where superpowers are real. I know, because I have a special ability, I can shapeshift. I can alter my body to look like anyone I want. My power got me a job at a special government agency. I turn myself into different people to track and arrest either evil or insane people.
“Would you and your girlfriend Amy keep it down?” James asked me, “I just can’t sleep from all the noise you make every night”. I knew exactly what he was talking about. My new girlfriend was quite kinky, and for two weeks we have been having sex every single night. Later that night, after James went to bed, Amy showed up. We watched a movie, and as usual we went to my bedroom, and had sex again. She loved moaning, she loved yelling my name. So as expected, the next morning James confronted me again “please! I am not getting any sleep!”, “sure dude I’ll try” I told him.
J’étais chez ma copine, Amélie, quand tout cela est arrivé.
Elle vivait avec une autre fille, Sarah, qui a priori avait des vues sur moi. Je n’y faisais pas plus attention que ça mais j’aurais peut-être dû.
My friend James was standing infront of me. He was still unawared of the changes. Two minutes ago I used a spell to turn his body into his dreamgirl. He was dressed in a pink bikini, and had the best body I had ever seen. “So, how do you feel? anything different?” I asked him. “The same, why should I feel different?” he answered. “Have you looked at your body lately?” I asked him, he looked down, but I guess he still saw his old male body. Afterall the spell was supposed to be that way, he would act and behave like a man until I said the last part of the spell.
Ever since I was a little boy, I used to have an imaginary friend. She was Amy, a cute girl that would always get me into trouble. She was telling me to do dangerous stuff, or to make fun of classmates. As I grew old, I expected her to just disappear, but that never happened, the older I got, the older she got too.