When I openned the hotel room door, I noticed something was off. Everything inside of it looked black and white. I was affraid to enter. So all I did was wave my hand inside the room. Once my hand was inside the room, it looked black and white too. I tried pulling my hand back out, but it was stuck, like if something was holding it from the inside. I pushed a little more of my arm inside the room, and saw it become black and white too. “Weird” I said while trying to pull back again.
Malcolm’s divorce was just finalized last month and he had lost everything, including the house. His now ex-wife Emily told him she was cheating on him since before they were even married with her lawyer girlfriend Jenny. Said lawyer then kicked his ass in court. But that wasn’t enough. She then got him fired from their shared workplace by faking emails to his boss. Now, he was blowing his unemployment on booze when he saw his old boss Bruce at the bar. He told Bruce what Emily did and Bruce must had felt bad as he gave Malcolm his job back and then gave him a stone he said Malcolm could use to get revenge. Bruce said it could change a person’s reality and showed it by having Malcolm tell the stone a wish. Malcolm wished that he could pay his tab and just enough appeared in his pocket. Bruce left and Malcolm wished for a car to take him to his old house.
“Please, let me go home!” I told the stranger infront of me. “Sure, I will let you go, if you can tell me where you live” he said. “I live in… in….” The more I tried to remember, the more my head hurt. It was like I had forgotten everything that happened before yesterday. “I don’t remember!!! but still, let me go!” I kept yelling and crying. “Sure, if you can tell me your name. I will let you go”. Once again, I couldn’t remember it. I continued to cry. “Don’t cry, I can’t stand a nice lady like you crying” he said. “But I am not a lady, I am not a woman, I am a….” I said, while looking down, and realizing I had breasts, and quite a feminine figure.
My exgirlfriend had a funny looking cat. I used to be more of a dog person, but I never told her. One day, out of the blue, for no reason at all, her cat scratched my arm, and then licked the wound. I pretended it didn’t hurt, but it was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Days passed, and although the wound had already disappeared, the pain didn’t.
“Hey Mitch! Guess what I´ve got!”
Greg, his friend from school held something behind his back.
“What?”, he asked curiosly
“I managed to snatch something from a hot girls bag at that place you know, Bikini Beach. We can use it with that magic medallion you had found”. Greg held up a polka dot bikini top.
“Gimme!”, Mitch snatched the top from Gary´s hands and examined it. The girl must have been stacked. This would be so good.
So I was just playing some videogames when two armed men entered my home. They started pointing their guns and yelling at me. I was too scared to run. They put a bag on my head and took me out of my appartment and into their car. As I entered the car, I felt something hit me in the head and I passed out.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon and I (Dave, 24 years old) and my wife were headed to Barry’s BBQ party. We arrived I quickly met up with my old friend Jesse, while we went off to talk with a couple of beers, our wives went off to socialise with everyone. After a while Barry walked out with a controller, but it was different, there was something attached to it with a blinking light. Before anyone could say anything he pressed a button and suddenly everyone felt the shock from the chips in the back of their necks and had become completely obedient to him.
I hate it when this happen. Ever since I reached puberty I developed a really strange condition. It doesn’t always happen, but whenever its raining and I get wet, I have to dry myself up in less than 5 minutes or I transform into a really hot red head. Whenever it happens, I lose control of my body. I can still see, hear and feel everything, but I stop being in control. I stay in that condition for exactly 12 hours, and then I go back to being my male self.
My roommate was a slob. He just played computer games and watched porn 24×7. He ate chips and snacks, leaving traces of his greasy hands everywhere. I was tired of him. If it was up to me, I would have thrown him out months ago, but it was his appartment, and the truth was, it was a great appartment, and it was perfectly located close to work.
My sons Sean and Eric were natural born pranksters. I swear they were pulling tricks since before they could walk and finding out they were magically gifted only increased their pranking arsenal that much more. I never worried about it because they never did anything harmful to anyone. That is until they met the Peterson boys. Those four were from another magically gifted family and became fast rivals to my sons. It was all good-natured at first, but over the years the pranks would get more and more extreme. You’d think it wouldn’t be fair, four vs. two, but over the years by boys would always be one step ahead of their enemies.
I had to say I was quite shocked to walk into my kitchen to see two teenage girls looking over a newspaper, but a quick “good morning” and introduction from them confirmed that they were my sons. Those Peterson boys had gone too far this time, but my sons seemed to already be planning their next move. I chuckled to myself seeing how unfazed they were by being transformed into girls, but nevertheless I’d have to have a word with Mr. and Mrs. Peterson and put an end to this. They were so focused looking over that newspaper and whispering back and forth to each other, I couldn’t help but laugh again as I left the kitchen. Wait did Eric just say he couldn’t wait to have all his holes filled?