I was nervous, really nervous. The boss had called me to his office. It couldn’t be anything good. No one got called to Don Carlos’ office without a good reason, especially someone like me. I was pretty new to the organization. I thought I was keeping my nose clean and just doing me job but now this. I sat there for a half hour thinking what I could say to make things right when I didn’t even know what was wrong.
I was out at the bar with my friend Tim. We go out often to pick up girls but never succeed. This is partly because we are both shy and are terrible at approaching girls, but we keep trying. I was sick and tired of never taking that chance and going up and talking to girls and I told Tim that tonight I was going to make something happen. There was this super hot girl at the bar ordering a drink. She appeared to be alone and I turned to Tim and said when I point to you, just wave.
The two guards yawned at the same time, the heat of the day making them tried and more angry than they already were. It was midday and the chief had told them to lock up old man Owix for magicks, what ever that was, at least they weren’t out in the fields looking for Owix’s apprentice. They both stared at nothing impartial as sweat ran down their faces, it was all the chief’s daughter’s fault, Ybxea had run into the village late last night claiming Owix was plotting to over throw the chief using magicks. So they’d spent the night climbing up to Owix’s cave and dragging the old man back, anyone with eyes could see that Owix posed no threat to the muscle bound chief but orders were orders.
My friends John and James were always talking about lesbians. How hot they were, how much of a turn on was to see them make out. I do find them hot, but I would rather talk about straight girls, you know, girls I can date. I don’t know how I had forgotten about it, but one day, while cleaning my room I found my old notebook. “Oh, the adventures I used to have with it” I said to myself.
“Hey buddy, are you still there?” my friend asked. I couldn’t speak, I was lying on the floor, frozen in place. All I was wearing was that stupid magic amulet he gave me. “Hey Tom, look at me!” he said. Suddenly I turned my face towards him and said out loud “I am not tom”. I couldn’t believe I was saying that. I wanted to yell at him, and tell him to turn me back, but everytime I tried to say something, my body said something else. “My name is Emily”, my body said.
(F)Hmmm… I don’t see a change in color.
(M) You probably didn’t swallow enough yet. You heard the witch, “when you swallow enough cum you’ll have your hearts desire.” If you want to change back you just have to keep swallowing.
For whatever reason, either psychological or biological, last night didn’t feel weird at all. During the heat of the moment it had felt entirely natural, entirely organic to fuck in their current state… but today, the morning after, suddenly I began to feel a tiny bit perverse.
When I got testicular cancer at the ripe young age of 24, I was absolutely crestfallen. I thought that my life was over. But when the doctors offered me the chance to test a revolutionary new drug, I jumped at the chance to get cured.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, letting the silk robe fall from my shoulders. I was no stranger to new bodies, or to new experiences, so having been transformed into a sleek feminine form was nothing I couldn’t handle. But this body, it was one I knew well. I had become very familiar with it over the years, having laid with the original owner nearly every night.
When Julia married John, she was trying to make her religious family happy. Later in life she realized that what she wanted and what her family found acceptable were two different things. So, rather than divorcing John and starting her life over as a lesbian, she used black magic to transform her husband in to a beautiful woman, fuck the shit out of her and then wipe his memory after. Of course John has become suspicious that something is amiss, because he thinks that he has had sex every night this week and his balls are still full and in pain from lack of ejaculation. No matter, after he gets finished with her pussy she will transform him back, trade bodies with him and fuck him with his own dick until she is tired of experiencing his orgasms for him. She almost feels sorry for him, after all he has always been a good husband.