Tony, Ben and Connor had run into the same problem which had confronted many guys before them—-they needed fake IDs to get into the bar, and their’s…..weren’t up to the task. To make things much more annoying, many of their female classmates didn’t even get carded at the local bars. It was a double standard, and one which had them stumped.
Being on your own at the holidays sucked, especially when your family, like Zane’s, at best could be described as…..absentee. His parents were in Europe half the year or so it seemed, and even when they were home, they were never around. The home staff were strictly professional and half of them were from the Philippines or Eastern Europe and barely spoke English. His parents insisted on home schooling him, considering public education to be a joke, which only added to the isolation. Yeah, it’d be fair to say he was lonely.
Jake and Clayton had never been big fans of the idea of actually having to work for a living. Yes, they were aware that millions upon millions of other people successfully pulled off the 9-5 grind week in and week out, but, well……they just weren’t interested. It wouldn’t be quite fair to say they were lazy—-when something actually interested them, they were willing to put quite a lot of work into it—-and that’s how they found the fountain.
“Wha… What the hell is this?” Kyle’s voice was trembling as he was looking at his feminine hands. Just a minute ago he was at home playing on his computer when he suddenly found himself outside. His body felt weird, especially on the chest where he could feel some weight and in his groin area where definitely something was missing. As he looked down he recognized the clothes. The sleevles blouse, the knee lenght skirt the same clothes his english teacher Mrs. Livingstone was wearing in class today. “My God” Kyle said hearing Mrs. Livingstone’s voice comming out of his mouth. Kyle was sure it has to be a dream or some kind of halucinations, there was no way he could be in his teacher’s body.
“Jenny, how many times I have to say not to call me. You know how your mom is” Kevin said over the phone trying to keep his voice down. “Until we won’t find a way to reverse it I want to know how my body is holding up” Jenny said firmly. “Jenny please, if your mom finds out that we swapped bodies we are going to be in deep trouble. It’s in our best interest to keep our contact to a minimum” Kevin pleaded.”I know but… I’m just worried” Jenny sighed. “Don’t worry. I’m taking a good care of your body and no one is suspecting a thing” Kevin said.
I thought it was the perfect wish. “I wish I could always be with Emily” I said, “ok master…” the genie answered. “No wait… and that she loved me more than anyone” I added. “Ok, wish granted master” the genie said. I didn’t know how the wish would happen, but I closed my eyes, hoping to see Emily next time that I openned them. But instead, I felt something on my back, I was lying down. I realized someone was grabbing my legs, “Must be Emily” I thought. But then I felt something give me a big push on my crotch. I felt something on my chest bounce. “Oh god!” I yelled. It was orgasmic.
Harry made a passing wish into a quarter operated wish machine outside his local shopping mart. It was a new machine, and look strangely enticing. Harry being single and having a thing for businesswomen, made a passing wish just to test this machine validity.
You look in the mirror with astonished eyes, in front of you the reflection of your crush watching back. You were friends for years and when you confessed to her things were not the same anymore, also the tattoo that you made togheter got another meaning. The word “Damage” on your wrists was to remember all the things you went through as friend, and now it’s only meaning was the pain of the two of you not being a couple. And so today, while watching at it crying you wished for things to be different, and that’s when it happened: suddenly under the tattoo now appeared her bracelets, and her pigtails now falling down with armony on your chest was no mistake. You are now her. Running for a mirror you finally take a look at the love of your life from her point of view. Her stunning beaty paralyzes you, every details you missed are now there for you. The lips you always yerned for, her ginger hairs, the elegance of her cleavage, and eyes you could lose yourself in for days. Altough it could be a strange situation you feel somehow ok with it, also starting to feel like she would and remembering her memories, with all that you both went through and with your big surprise her feelings for you. In that moment a notifications arrives on her phone. It’s you, apparently unaware of what happened. Maybe you’ll never find out what really happened, but while looking at the old you and feeling a warm deep in your chest you realize that now on things will be different.
I’ll admit, I feel bad about accidentally turning my roommate into my cock-loving girlfriend with a careless wish on a magic lamp we found at the flea market. Honestly, if I felt any worse, I might use one of the other two wishes to change him back.
Jeff had made a wish the night before, as he had so many other nights that he would wake up a beautiful woman. He wasn’t specific, but in his mind he had an idea of what he wanted. Being a man his entire life, he had somewhat extreme ideas of his features, of course the large breasts being one of them, along with an ample bottom, narrow waist, and wide hips. If he was going to wake up a woman, he wanted to be as far away from being a man as possible, and being somewhat ultra feminine, this would happen.