Tom got home to his flat and found a girl dressed in black leather. “Who are you? where is Andrew?” Tom asked. The girl got her phone out, and pressed something. Tom froze in place. “It’s me. I am Andrew” she said, “Well, Audrey now”. She walked around Tom while explaining. “I have this new app that can change anything about anybody. Even make them do stuff, any kind of stuff” Audrey said.
The place was new but already renowned. Ilooked at the sign and felt expectation.
Stories already floated around about the wild atmosthpere inside.
“Oh my god, look at the size of that guy,” Derrik exclaimed. He felt so small and vulnerable, especially given the little blue booty shorts he wore with next to nothing up top. Across the dance floor he could make out Sam running his hands along the exposed chest of a muscular man. “Damn, that bastard is taking all the good ones.”
No matter how hard he tried, Trent could not find a way to ever hook up with a girl. Like usual, he decided to go to his favorite bar where all of the hot, young, girls were. One girl in a skin tight white dress especially caught his attention. He decided to try his luck and ask the girl for a dance with him. She said no. For whatever reason, Trent was not in the mood to be denied like this tonight. After calling her slutty and a whore, she finally looked at him and told him that he would learn what its like to be called a slut and a whore. Just as Trent was finally ready to leave the club, he felt frozen in place. At first, he felt a tickling sensation on his shoulders and neck and he looked down to discover that he now had long dark hair. Before he could react, he shrank from his former height of 6’1″ to a petite 5’0″. Things only got worse has he felt a ballooning sensation in his chest just to discover that he now was the owner of two C Cup breasts. This ballooning sensation spread to his butt, he then looked behind him at the mirror to discover that his ass was sticking out way more than it ever should have. As if this wasn’t enough, his pride and joy slowly fizzled down to a moist pussy. While he thought things could not get any worse, he was wrong. His face quickly morphed into a sexy feminine version of itself with makeup. His jeans and tshirt then morphed into a single, skimpy, skin tight white dress that showed way more skin than he ever wanted to have exposed. During the morphing of his clothes, his wallet fell onto the floor, as he tried to pick it up, hit changed into a purse that any woman would love to have. After this, his skin darkened into a nice tan and his nails were suddenly painted a coral color. The last change was that his shoes started losing their material and started forming straps, this was followed by his heels shooting up four inches, making him now a dainty 5’4″. Stunned by the changes, all he could do was stand there and play with his now sexy hair. Suddenly new thoughts, and goals entered into his mind about pursuing a man. After checking her ID, Tina now realized that she needed to get busy if she wanted to be the biggest slut at the club.
What terrible, terrible choices. But, I had to do something, or he’d probably make some some sex-starved slut or something worse.
My sister and I were at the club. I was having a terrible time. My sister changed my outfit from a leopord print dress to a tight black one with a gold chest, making my breasts appear more noticeable. Men kept hitting at me and groping my ass, the entire situation was super uncomfortable. One time a man pretended to trip and grabbed each of my breasts. It sent a shiver down my spine when he grabbed my breasts, but it was still super uncomfortable. My sister told me she was going to grab some drinks from the bar. I asked if I could go with her, but told me to go sit down in an empty booth. I did what I was told. After about five minutes, she came back with two drinks. Her’s looked like a normal cocktail, but the one she gave me was a strange pink color.
After some more grinding, I stood back up, smiled at him and walked back to the booth my sister was in.
Sam and Tad had a magic spell, but only one, the borrowed magic that the man in the bathrobe gave to them for a steep price. He told them this was one time only, and they shall never come back to him, and that they would probably never find him anyway. He was a traveling magician, and moved many times over sometimes helping other times not so much. It depended on the deed and the person doing it. The man in the bathrobe remained unbiased however, knowing that karma would have it’s way no matter who used his magic.
When I discovered that I was a shapeshifter, I promised myself that I would use my powers for good and to make people’s lives better. Since then, I’ve used my power to turn myself into a teacher and pass someone who just barely failed a class and other good deeds like that, but I never thought I would use them like I did a week ago.
“Welcome, please sign here” the nice lady said. I had just signed for some medical experimentation. I expected them to take some blood samples or something. “Please take off your clothes and sit down” she said. “Must be standard procedure or something. To check if I am healthy”. I sat on the chair, and felt some restrains being locked on my arms and legs. “what? why?” I asked. “Just a precaution, we don’t want to you to fall of your chair and get hurt” she said while injecting me some kind of bright pink liquid on my neck.