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.
Shawn clutched at his new chest and yelped as his thumbs rubbed against his sensitive nipples. The wind kept blowing hair in his eyes, so he shook his head and did his best to glare at his girlfriend Irene.
When an old friend came back to town looking for me. Well the old me, I knew I had to make him join the flock. He knocked at my door. When I openned the door, he took a couple of steps back, and looked at my house again. I bet he thought he had the wrong address. He then said “Hi, is John home?”, he didn’t recognize me, and how could he? A few months ago I wasn’t a hot bimbo. “No, but he said he would come back soon. Hi I am Amber” I told him. “Hi, Mike. Do you mind if I wait for him here?” he said, to which I just replied, “nope, not at all”. I invited him in, and asked him to wait in the living room.
“As you can see, sir, I have nothing to hide,” said Kasumi, turning around in her skimpy bikini. “Please don’t have your guards grope me again, my boss said my body is reserved for you only.”
Frank set up in bed holding his girlfriend’s hand and looked deep into her beautiful eyes glad to be back home and with the one he loved even if he was not in the right body.
“So ihr zwei, ich hoffe euch gefällt euer neues Leben. Nina, du blöde Schlampe, du wolltest ja immer den Schwanz von meinem Freund. Nun, jetzt hast du deinen Eigenen. Guck nicht so entsetzt. Er ist doch riesig, jeder deutsche Mann wäre neidisch.
Und du Dominik. Vielleicht hättest du es dir auch überlegen sollen, mich mit meiner besten Freundin zu betrügen. Du wusstest, zu was meine Zauberkräfte in der Lage sind.
Du bist ab jetzt Mandy. Wie du vielleicht gemerkt hast, hast du eine Vorliebe für lange schwarze Pimmel. Deine Geilheit wird dich noch um deinen Verstand bringen.
Und du Nina, du bist jetzt Amaniel und illegal in Deutschland. Aber das wird sich bald ändern, denn dein kleines Fickschnitzel wird dich sicher bald heiraten. Guck doch, sie ist ganz wild nach dir.”
I had the wishing box in my hands. After looking for it for months, I had finally aquired it. I had so many wishes in mind, so many things I wanted. But I started to think about the sudden flow of bimbos at college. “Maybe I should find our where they are coming from” I thought. So I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote “I wish to find out why there are suddenly so many bimbos”. After putting the piece of paper inside of the box, and closing it I felt a short gust of wind. But everything looked the same. I then heard the door bell.
Frank knew there was something desperately wrong when he woke up in his ex girlfriend’s bed staring at her ceiling.
“Sis, where are you going?” Jimmy asked in high tones. (Gosh, how he hated hearing his sister’s voice come from his lips.)