When the Great Shift hit, Harold was listening to a song on the radio his car, with lyrics of, “Rock me through the night,” as part of the song. Suddenly he was still hearing that same song on the radio, only now it took on a whole new meaning. He landed in the body of Lana Peters, as apparently her boyfriend “Rex” was “rocking her through the night” on her own bed while she was listening to the same station and song Harold was!
Next thing I knew, that’s where we are! I can’t move or talk, only listen as Wendy smiles, circling me and swinging that rabbit’s foot around her hand.
I get caught cheating one time, and, like I told Nancy if she’d go party once in a while, it wouldn’t have happened, but she never goes out, all she does is study, and do her stupid witch crap with her friends… well, at least I thought it was stupid. Turns out my girlfriend and her best friend actually practice witchcraft.
They put a curse on me, and changed my entire life so that instead of a 30 year old mechanic, no one remembers my old life, as the man Brian Swanson, and everyone knows me as 18 year old party girl Brianna Swanson. They used magic, and changed me into a fucking chick, a freaking super hot,blonde teenage bimbo. I cant act like myself unless I concentrate so hard that it sometimes makes me pass out, so I’m stuck acting like Brianna the teen party queen, almost all the time, doing my hair, wearing make up, painting my nails, dressing like a slutty sorority girl, constantly having all mens eyes on my tight, traffic stopping body everywhere I fucking go. After three days I could barely stand it, it’s humiliating… shopping with my annoying friends (even if their all smoking hot), trying on skirts and dresses at the mall, flirting with dudes! I even spent hours trying on tiny thong underwear and push up bras (as if my tits arnt already annoying enough) and a bunch of fucking lingerie! I did get to see my super fine friends trying stuff on as well, getting naked, and, I started getting excited in my mind, trying to will my body to move in on one of those little sluts, but physically, nothing! I’m in a womens changing room watching 18 year old girls try on fuck me underwear, and I can’t even get turned on…
I do have to admit though, while those girls are hot, this body I’m stuck in is a knock out,(and, even though I might be a teenage blonde bimbo, that doesn’t mean I can’t still appreciate my body as a male, I have to admit, I’m a fucking knock out.) so damn sexy, and that slutty underwear looks great on her, me, whatever.
That night I spent hours posing for myself in the mirror, dancing for myself, shaking my tits, sucking my fingers, and eventually ended up getting myself off, which was incredible but also bizarre, being on the receiving end of fingering a girl, but… holy shit the orgasms were amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. I just wish that night I wouldn’t have had the weird sex dreams… not about this hot body, or chicks I’ve fucked in the past… no, at first, it seemed alright, but then, my girl brain and these hormones are fucking with me,
The dream seemed totally real, more real than any I’ve ever had. I was in a changing room with Kelly, this super hot, but annoying redhead with big tits that are so fucking firm you’d think they were fake (there not) that always is hanging out with me, and, praise god! I’m back in my male body again. We start to get it on, I can feel my dick straining against my pants… then I look in the mirror, and, suddenly, I’m Brianna again, my bleached blonde hair framing my sexy face, Im wearing a tiny black tube top, my tits pressing out and clearly view able through the sheer top, crotchless lacey black panties and black high heels and nothing else, and Kelly, she’s got on a cheerleading uniform, but it’s so short and the top clings to her big boobs so tight theres no way it’s legal. She looks so fucking hot… except for the huge strap on dildo she’s holdng in her hand. Ok, not what I’d choose, but… some hot lesbian action might be alright I think. So we’re kissing, feeling each other up,touching, and I picture us sixty nining… and all the sudden… a dude walks in! Big, huge football player types. I try to yell to get out, but instead, he sits and watches me and Kelly go at it, kissing feeling up each others tits, he sits in a chair, and we each take turns going down on each other, eating each others tight, wet pussies, and I can see Jason watching us, his dick out, hard as a rock, and he’s stroking it while he watches us. I’m so turned on, that I think I might actually have kind of liked him watching.
Finally, the guy, a lean, tall blonde that I somehow know is named Jason, grabs Kelly and they start going at it. Ripping clothes off, his dick is out, she’s sucking it… and I’m just watching, but I can feel my body getting more and more turned on each second. He’s laying on top of her, fucking her like a machine, and I’m on the bed next to them, and I can feel my hand between my legs as I watch.
Then, suddenly Tim, a huge linebacker from high school, that… I guess I used to date? He’s in the room too. He picks me up. I want to fight him off, but I’m so horny… next thing I know, my arms and legs are wrapped around his huge body, and I’m kissing him and he’s kissing me back, hard, while his hands squeeze my ass and legs, and he runs them down my back and over my perfect tits, lingering to roughly squeeze them, which makes me squeel with pleasure. Then he lies me down, and… my hand is just between his legs, in his pants, pulling them down. Then I grab his huge dick and start working it with my hand, and then my lips… sucking him off like a pro, until I finally can’t wait, so I climb up, looking at his big, hard dick, imagining it pushing into me, and then I straddle him… and, just as I lower myself down to slide my throbbing pussy onto his huge dick, I wake up, in mid scream, two fingers buried in my soaking wet cunt, and my body in the middle of a orgasm that goes on for what seems like minutes, practically making me black out.
When I found that old rabbit’s foot keychain and realized it actually granted wishes, I thought I’d found the perfect way to get revenge on my step sister Erynn, for always causing me so much trouble, her and her senior snob cheerleader friends always making fun of me and my friends at school, getting her jock boyfriend Chad to pick on me…. it was going to be my turn to the most popular person in school, I always have dates, I’d be getting fucked all the time, while she became the geek, the social outcast. I had the perfect idea too.
This was a proud moment, staring back at you was once the smartest girl in the school.
The feeling of riding a man was incredible, as Hank now Hannah realized after becoming a female at the Change Clinic. He was about to explode and so was his partner, as he looked down at the huge member, bigger than his was as a man, now entering his new vagina as a woman.
Terrence grabbed a Christmas present for his wife, a Christmas dress gift that said, “Ho Ho Ho” across the back. He thought it was funny, but didn’t know it was magical. The longer he touched it, the longer the magic had to work it’s effects. Suddenly he dropped the holiday dress he was wrapping, as there was a flash of light.
“Phillip!” A shrill voice sounded, breaking Phillip from his daydream. He hated Mrs Greysons class. She was a stuck up bitch and always called him out for doing even the tiniest thing wrong. He also hated having to sit the class with some of the prettiest but bitchiest girls in the school. They giggled and gossiped away while Mrs Greyson let them get off free as she shouted at the boys in the class. “Sorry Mrs Greyson” He apologised to the sound of giggling from the girls and jeering from the guys, happy that it wasn’t them in her sights for this class. “Phillip, if you can’t keep your pathetic mind focused then you can sit outside, you horrid boy” She scolded turning around to resume scrawling on the board. Chelsea, one of the pretty blonde girls beside him, leaned over, smiling and whispered “Yeah, you Horrid boy! we’re trying to learn!” “Oh fuck off, Chelsea, you bitch. You have it easy because youre a girl!” Phillip whispered back angrily, shocking Chelsea that anyone would dare talk back to her. Her expression turned to anger as she reached into her handbag, pulling out and small notebook and hastily scrawling away. Phillip, content that he had shut her up, went back to looking at the board, hoping Mrs Greyson wouldn’t embarrass him in front of the whole class again.
*Moan* “Thank you, Master.”
Harry was being overwhelmingly tacky, with his one wish, after all he was drunk beyond belief when he wished it, “I wish I was a fucking skank ass slut in hot sexy pantyhose ready to fuck any man.”