Innocent

Ever since I became a petite teenage girl, I noticed that my girlfriend, who was now in my best friend’s body, looked at me differently.
I saw how she looked at me, how she behaved and clearly understand what she wanted from me.
Ever since I became a petite teenage girl, I noticed that my girlfriend, who was now in my best friend’s body, looked at me differently.
I saw how she looked at me, how she behaved and clearly understand what she wanted from me.
“My wife won’t let you go with it” I said as she gagged me. “Of course she will, this was her idea. When I told her how you were always smacking me and trying to sleep with me. She told me to do this”.
I knew my girlfriend Amy was kinky, but I was surprised when she told me we should have a three one. I pretended not to like the idea, but I agreed.
My best friend kept complaining that all the hot chicks were never dating geeks like us. “If I were a hot chick, I would certainly date geeks” He kept saying those words for many many years.
Neither me nor my buddy James have any luck with the ladies. One day, I knew how to solve his problems, and probably mine. I bought a potion that would transform him into a really hot girl. It would not only change his body, but also his mind.
We have been married for 5 years. We have been trying to get pregnant for at least 2 of those years. But we haven’t had any luck. One day, after work, my wife told me “I have the solution to our problems!” while pointing at a small pink bottle. I thought it was an aphrodisiac or something. “It’s a potion, the old man who I got it from told me it would surely make us get pregnant”. I knew she wanted to try anything, but a potion? plus all the doctors we had seen told us we had a 1 in a million chance to get pregnant.
Ron was mentally paralysed. He had been staring at himself in his mirror for what seemed like hours, he was so confused and no matter how close he came to realising what had happened it just made no sense to him that he was Ron, a girl called Ron, who was a boy not that long ago.
I was broke. I was just recently fired. Being much of a loner, I had no one to turn for help. I tried to apply to a new job, but I had no luck. I was sure, that in a few weeks I would be thrown out of my appartment, that would be it, I will live under a bridge.
Most people don’t understand what it means to be in a gang. I don’t spend my days dealing drugs or shooting people. Mostly I make sure that the local stores don’t get robbed by the neighborhood punks and that there isn’t any violence on the streets that is not gang sanctioned. It organized, we exist within a few city blocks and everyone is answerable to someone.
When I walked into my apartment that day I instantly felt that something was off. I wasn’t sure what it was though. I called out to my roommate, James, but he didn’t answer. I guessed he wasn’t home yet. I walked into the kitchen poured myself a glass of water and then turned on the TV and sat down on the couch. As I was drinking I started to feel a little fuzzy. The world was slowly fading away from me. I felt like I was floating. Before I passed out I thought I saw a figure walk into view.