Henry stared in the full-length mirror and applied the gloss to his lips. “Perhaps I made a mistake,” he said to himself, although it was now beside the point. The fact was that he was now Antoinette, an imported French girl who wore black lingerie and who served the club before and after hours.
As Hank swept the last speck of dust off the glass, he turned and said: “Okay, Liz, I’ve finished cleaning the entire house and cooked dinner. Could you turn me back into a man, please?”
Kenneth pouted and sat down on the cold stone steps until Jennifer finally noticed. “Honey, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Harvey was thrilled when the Role Exchanger floated into his neighborhood and gave him a new body: this female blondie body. He lifted his left arm and deeply inhaled his wonderful feminine smell. It was much, much better than his old bad B.O.
If you had asked me one month ago, I would have said I hated the whole thing. Let me explain, 6 months ago, my girlfriend swapped bodies with me. It was supposed to be for one day, but when she casted the spell to swap us back, she just vanished into thin air, with my body. The first weeks I pretended to be her, didn’t even tell anyone what had happened. I didn’t have to pretend I missed my missing boyfriend, since I really did miss my former body.
Mark spent his Christmas Eve alone and desperately wanted some company. (Santa Clause, I wish for a lady in red all gift-wrapped for me, he thought.) Santa heard him.
So, today is my girlfriend Amy’s birthday. I wanted to get her some sexy lingerie. But once I reached the store, I had so many options, that it was so overwhelming. I didn’t know what to get her. At the store, I asked a nice lady for some help. She said she couldn’t help that much, that I should choose myself; however, she said she could help me find something by making me think a little bit more like a woman. I agreed. She then took me to the dressing room, and asked me to wait there.
At first it was a shock to suddenly be in his wife’s body, but Werner imagined there were much worse fates, so he took it all stoically.
Rick felt ridiculous as he dolled himself up, but he had no choice. Sabie stood behind cracking her whip and shouting commands to her girls.
Liam flipped his ponytail in delight when found his sister’s underwear drawer. “Oh my, Sis, you had this? Naughty girl,” he giggled as he discovered a satin red bra. “Well, my two ‘little Melodies,’ let’s give this one a try, shall we?”