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Dangers Of Bars Part 1

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I was at a new bar and I saw a woman by herself wear a cute hat, belly shirt and hip huggers with a wide belt. I walked up to her and said ” can I buy you a drink” and she answered ” fuck yourself!”. I turned around to walk away and she said “I gave you an order” and there was a flash an I looked down and saw somehow I was turned into her and she was me. Before I could say anything my old self shoved his had down my pants and started finger fucking me. I could not do any thing but walk out with him to the parking lot while he was making me very wet.

Can’t get enough.

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“Fucking whore!” muttered Jack as he received yet another rejection from his online dating profile his anger bubbling to the surface yet again “How dare she reject me just for being honest, so what if I told her I was only interested in a fuck it’s not like she wasn’t thinking the same thing.” Read more

Poor Cover

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The agent looked himself over in the mirror. Was he really ready to do this? Not he, it was she now, that part could never be undone. She had gone this far. The mission called for a perfect sleeper, someone so deep undercover even she wouldn’t know her own true identity. When she gets close to him it won’t be part of some clever charade, rather she’d be acting on the hungers and impulses of her own body. She might be in the room as he discusses business with is lieutenants, and not even take an interest let alone care. She’d shop, preen and entertain herself with his blood money then at night she’d do everything she could to please him. When she finally does carry out her mission, it won’t be an act of heroism, it’ll be a crime of passion; passion for that man. She would spend a year in prison, long enough to hide all ties to her organization, and that’s assuming they’re telling the truth that they can ever restore her mind. She had her suspicions about that. Read more

Absolute Control.

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I stared at my assistant, as he… well she I guess, moaned in climax. The Formula was supposed to have given me control over people! Why then, did Winston suddenly change into the insane beauty before me? Read more

Dumber

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She used to be the most popular girl in school.
Of course, she was smart, pretty, funny… But she could almost be mean. She kept refusing to help you out with your homework. She kept making fun of you in your back.
That made you made, didn’t it? Read more

Dangers Of Bars Part 1

BY

I was at a new bar and I saw a woman by herself wear a cute hat, belly shirt and hip huggers with a wide belt. I walked up to her and said ” can I buy you a drink” and she answered ” fuck yourself!”. I turned around to walk away and she said “I gave you an order” and there was a flash an I looked down and saw somehow I was turned into her and she was me. Before I could say anything my old self shoved his had down my pants and started finger fucking me. I could not do any thing but walk out with him to the parking lot while he was making me very wet.

Can’t get enough.

BY

“Fucking whore!” muttered Jack as he received yet another rejection from his online dating profile his anger bubbling to the surface yet again “How dare she reject me just for being honest, so what if I told her I was only interested in a fuck it’s not like she wasn’t thinking the same thing.” Read more

Poor Cover

BY

The agent looked himself over in the mirror. Was he really ready to do this? Not he, it was she now, that part could never be undone. She had gone this far. The mission called for a perfect sleeper, someone so deep undercover even she wouldn’t know her own true identity. When she gets close to him it won’t be part of some clever charade, rather she’d be acting on the hungers and impulses of her own body. She might be in the room as he discusses business with is lieutenants, and not even take an interest let alone care. She’d shop, preen and entertain herself with his blood money then at night she’d do everything she could to please him. When she finally does carry out her mission, it won’t be an act of heroism, it’ll be a crime of passion; passion for that man. She would spend a year in prison, long enough to hide all ties to her organization, and that’s assuming they’re telling the truth that they can ever restore her mind. She had her suspicions about that. Read more

Can’t get enough.

BY

“Fucking whore!” muttered Jack as he received yet another rejection from his online dating profile his anger bubbling to the surface yet again “How dare she reject me just for being honest, so what if I told her I was only interested in a fuck it’s not like she wasn’t thinking the same thing.” Read more

Poor Cover

BY

The agent looked himself over in the mirror. Was he really ready to do this? Not he, it was she now, that part could never be undone. She had gone this far. The mission called for a perfect sleeper, someone so deep undercover even she wouldn’t know her own true identity. When she gets close to him it won’t be part of some clever charade, rather she’d be acting on the hungers and impulses of her own body. She might be in the room as he discusses business with is lieutenants, and not even take an interest let alone care. She’d shop, preen and entertain herself with his blood money then at night she’d do everything she could to please him. When she finally does carry out her mission, it won’t be an act of heroism, it’ll be a crime of passion; passion for that man. She would spend a year in prison, long enough to hide all ties to her organization, and that’s assuming they’re telling the truth that they can ever restore her mind. She had her suspicions about that. Read more

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