Nick was on his way home from his tiring work when he found a medalion on the street. Somehow he thought it looks nice so he took it and slipped it over his head. Few steps later he instantly changed into a teenage girl, even his clothes matched his body, instead of his t-shirt and jeans he was now dressed in a sleeveless blouse and a loose short skirt. Terrified of what had just happened he ran home.
I was at the lab working on a special device. My investors expected me to finish it this week. What they wanted was a time travel machine; but the more testing I did, the more convinced I was that time travel was impossible. After some adjusting I got the machine to somewhat work.
I woke up soaked in sweat. ‘That creepy dream again’, I thought. I got up and went downstairs to have some breakfast. My mother was already awake and had prepared porridge for the both of us.
“Good morning.” I said with a sleepy voice.
“Good morning, Julia. Glad you woke up at last.”
I looked at the clock. It was 1 pm already. “It’s Sunday, Mom. Not like I’m doing anything today anyway.”
“You shall be forgiven.”, she smiled and handed me a bowl of porridge.
I started eating, then I remembered my dream from last night. Thinking of it sent shivers down my spine. And of course my nosy mother noticed immediately.
“What’s wrong? Everything alright with you?”
“Just a bad dream I had last night. Kinda creepy.”
“Why don’t you tell me! Best way to get it out of your system.”
A friend of mine won the lottery two days ago. When he came to my home I expected him to give me a part of his small fortune, instead he brought something completely different . “I come to give you something better than money” he said while showing me a small statue of a Tanooki. “It will grant you one wish, then you have to pass it on to another person”.
I had created the perfect malware. It took me some time, but I was quite proud of my invention. I only had to install it on someone’s phone, and as soon as they unlocked it, I would gain full control of their body.
-Mark, I am not sure about this is a good idea. I am an secret agent, a male, and now, in this female body I feel weak…
It was one of those stupid “Will you press the button?” deals. You know what I’m talking about. In this case it was “You will meet your favorite celebrity” but “You have to marry them and have a child together.”
I have not felt this small since freshman year of high school. That’s the one of the strangest thing to me, everything seems bigger: tables, cars, people. Before the Great Shift I was tall, very tall, the last time I checked my height I stood at 7′ 3″, I dominated the court. Back then everything in the world felt like it was built for midgets, now it feels like everything is built for giants. I dunked with hardly an effort but now I can’t even touch the very bottom of the net. On the day of the great shift I swapped into the body of a woman named Roslin, but everyone around me called my ‘Rosy’. ‘Rosy’ is, I am, 5′ 0″ 115 pounds with DDs and aged 18 (I used to be 30).
The physical changes have been shocking, men catcall me, employers dismiss me and women who I normally would have hit on are now intimidating. The bigger change has been Rosy’s intelligence, or lack there of. I was never a genius in my old life but I had graduated college and held my own but Rosy seems to be on the shallow end of the gene pool for brains. I find every day tasks impossible to perform and I often struggle until some man comes and helps me. He’ll come up to me at the counter in a bank and help me deposit a check, he’ll also grab my butt and call me ‘baby’. It’s degrading, or at least it was. More and more recently I find myself yearning for them, I used to cringe when some guy would slap my ass but now I can hardly resist the urge to go rub one out.
These urges have started to change everything about me, I dress like a girl, I got my hair dyed, I have even stopped resisting the urge to speak and behave like a bimbo. ‘Like’ is now my most common word and anything beyond two or three syllables is impossible for me to pronounce. The scariest thing happened three weeks ago. I was sitting at a stop light when I turned my head and saw a man sitting in the car in the next lane. He looked a lot like I used to; tall, dark, muscular. We made eye contact and instead of looking away quickly as I would normally do I rolled down my window.
“Hey boy” I greeted him and smiled
“Hey Baby, I like your car”
“Thanks -giggle- I like your ca-COCK” I wanted to die but instead i began twirling my hair
We ended up going to his place and he fucked my brains out, I think literally
Ever since then I’ve been helpless when I see guys, I think I’ve sucked two dozen dicks in the last ten days. I spend every waking moment thinking about cock, doing make up and flirting. I probably would have lost my job except I practically spend the entire time under my boss’ desk. A few days ago he put a collar around my neck and leashed me to the desk, naked, my whole office could see me through the windows. I should have been humiliated, instead I was the wettest I’ve ever been.
Currently I’m sitting outside my apartment building waiting for a ride, I don’t have one planned but I don’t really have trouble finding a nice man to give me a ride these days.
It all started when when Sally and I suddenly switched genders for no apparent reason. I wasn’t exactly happy with that, but I adjusted. It didn’t hurt that Sally turned out H-O-T hot, I mean damn, look at her. She’s the one I’m blowing here, just take a moment and appreciate that face and body. I would have gone gay for her when I was a guy, I didn’t last two minutes as a girl before I was spreading my legs.
Beth was tired of being the bitch. Tired of waiting on Adam hand and foot, of serving his sexual needs whenever he demanded them. She didn’t want to serve as his blowjob alarm clock. Or have to dress up as a french maid, cleaning the house until he decided to take her roughly wherever she was, usually with no foreplay. Sure, the sex was hot, but the rest of the time she just felt demeaned and used.