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Better than being Dead

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I’d heard the stories of the cursed pool. I knew what it would do to me, or at the least what the rumours would have me believe. However, none of that much mattered now. I had taken many wounds in the battle I had just escaped from. Two arrows jutted out from my back, and I had more cuts and gashes than I cared to count. In short, I was dying, and I knew there was no physician nor priest that could save me now. My only hope now lay in a curse in a pool of water. I couldn’t help but laugh a little as i realised my fate would be determined by the validity of an ominous legend, but I would do it. All I knew was I didn’t want to die.
The pool seemed altogether unimpressive, hardly the stuff of legend. I took only a second to scoff at its plainess before falling face first into the water. The weight of my armor pulling me down. That is when I started to panic. Nothing was happening. Other than me drowning, which I decided was bad. I began to flail as my body started to run short of oxygen. Just then what felt like a hundred hands started grabbing at me. They stripped away my armor, then started caressing my naked body. I couldn’t see, but I knew they were healing me, reshaping me. At some point I had lost consciousness. When I came to, I was floating peacefully at the surface, my surroundings still a haze, but I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Without opening my eyes I knew that the legend was true. I was all woman now. My entire life as I knew it was over, but at least it’s better than being dead.

Making the best of the Situation

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I loved my girlfriend Samantha. Perhaps it was my love of her that made me blind to just the kind of person she was. I was very much the nerdy type, skinny with adult acne type of thing, but I had made some smart investments with some inheritance money when I was just out of high school, so I had quite a bit of money. She liked to shop, alot, and I liked having sex with a gorgeous girl. Everything seemed to be going well until one day when she came home with what she told me was a wishing stone. With an evil grin on her face, she wished for me to transform into her ideal lesbian lover. As the wishing stone crumbled to dust, breasts grew on my chest, my hair grew out, and my skin cleared up becoming smooth as silk. She then introduced me to her boyfriend Kevin, an incredibly handsome man, who she had been seeing behind my back for some time. She told me I was to be their sex slave. I was to be theirs to use whenever and however they wanted.
Needless to say I felt betrayed and helpless. I had no identification, no social security number, nothing. I was no one. I felt I had no choice but to submit, and that’s how it was, for a while. In the beginning, Mark was let’s just say enthusiastic about his new living situation. He used and abused me, calling me degrading names, fucking my throat, and even ramming his dick in my ass without any warning. It was a rough time, and he enjoyed it, for a while.
You see, no matter the circumstances, when you live with someone for a while, you get to know each other. Mark and I started to find that we had a lot in common. We were both fans of basketball and even had the same favorite team. However, unlike me, he actually had the body to play in high school. Our relationship started to grow as we would hang out and watch games together, and no doubt thanks to the new hormones circulating through my body, i started to fall for him. In less than six months, I had gone from sex slave to girlfriend.
We were crazy for each other, and Samantha was fuming. She was so pissed when Kevin broke up with her, and I dared to stand up to her. I was a little fearful that she’d simply make another wish, but that stone must have been her only one, as no other wish ever came. Her anger quickly turned to panic however, as she realized what being kicked out would entail. At first she was totally dependent on my income, which she effectively destroyed when she destroyed my identity as all my wealth passed on to my parents and sister when I was presumed dead. After her wish, she was totally dependent on Kevin’s income, which was quite impressive in its own right. She had no skills, no education to fall back on. Were she to be kicked out, she’d be on the street.
What’s worse was she had no one else to go to. She had gotten cocky. Thinking she was untouchable, she had shown her bitchy side to a lot of people. She wouldn’t have an easy time finding another rich sap to spend loads of money on.
And that brings us to our current state of affairs. Kevin and I are now happily engaged, I got myself a new identity and am going to school. We even bought a new house together. Samantha is still with us too. We basically use her to enhance our own sexual interactions, mostly having her suck Kevin’s balls or lick my ass while we have sex. Her duties also include performing any sexual act we ask of her though Kevin doesn’t take advantage of that all that often. I, on the other hand, enjoy giving her a good pounding with a strap on every now and again, and I know Kevin always appreciates some live girl on girl action. In exchange, we give Samantha a modest allowance that allows her to indulge rather extravagant shopping addiction. This certainly wasn’t how I saw my life panning out, but I think I’ve made the best of the situation.

Heed the warning label

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I was having a shitty week. Hell, a shitty month was more like it. Work had me stressed beyond belief. On top of that my girlfriend was out of state spending time with her parents, which made the apartment feel very empty and lonely. I needed something to help me relax. That’s when I thought about taking a bubble bath. My girlfriend loved taking bubble baths, and when she’d get out, she always seemed to radiant and joyful. I looked under the sink and found her bubble bath solution along with some scented candles that I noticed were from the same company. I figured I might as well go all out. I started filling the tub, then read the label on the bottle to see how much I should put it. There was a warning that said it was for women only, but I chalked that up to to the company trying to be funny. The label boasted its ability to enhance every aspect of a woman’s body as well as be made of the essence of femininity itself, but there was no direction as far as the amount I should use. I figured the company was just saying stuff to get their otherwise ordinary product to sell and just put in an amount at my own discretion.
The bubble bath was soothing, The water seemed to such the aches right out of my body, and the scented candles seemed to erase all the stressful thoughts from my mind. Before I realized I had nodded off for what felt like just a moment, but a quick glance at the clock told me it was more than an hour. As my senses came back to me, I started to notice all kinds of things. Looking down I found two large breasts adorning my chest and two very feminine looking legs at the far end of the tub. I reached my hands to my face and found it to feel completely foreign. My hand then shot down between my legs where my familiar organ seemed to have gone missing. I started to panic, but the scent of the candles was still there, calming me. Was it really so bad? I mean I did feel absolutely great.

Taking compensation by force

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I was old. Old and sick of the way I had been treated througout my life. The same went for my old buddies. Hell the same went for pretty much everyone in my generation. Espescially those who fought in the war. We were the ones who put our lives on the line for our country and a lot of us made the ultimate sacrifice, but when we came home victorious, were we welcomed home? No, we were ridiculed, called murderers for fighting the war the people originally supported. Our sacrifice brought an age of prosperity that those who came after us were now enjoying. What’s worse is now the younger generation has grown to feel they owe nothing to their elders, pushing for further cuts to funding for military veterans.
Well, me and my buddies weren’t gonna have any of it. It was happenstance that began our plan. My old seargent came across a spell that could swap us into any body we chose. We contacted everyone from our old unit that was still alive. There were twenty of us when we were ready to set our plan into motion.
We booked ourselves a weekend at a luxury resort known to be popular with college students belonging to rich families. We figured if we were going to take over someone’s life, we might as well pick from the cream of the crop. As expected, we did not receive a warm welcome at the resort, only receiving the cold courtesy that came with paying for the room.
Despite this, my comrades seemed to be getting cold feet. When it came right down to it, taking over someone’s life seemed wrong. Even I was struggling with the morality of what we were doing. That is until I came across her.
I was walking through the lobby to meet with my friend. We were going to have a meeting to decide if we were going to go through with our plan after all. A pretty brunette walking by me gave me a disgusted scowl, muttering under her breath how she wished old people would just go away already. In the heat of the moment I cast the spell. There was no real sensation when the spell activated. I was simply in my body on instant and in hers the next. I now had the body of a young college girl. It wasn’t what I had in mind when I came here. I had planned on taking the body of a healthy young man, but it was too late now. My old body had a look of utter confusion as I quickly made my way to my friends.
I decided to make a grand entrance and stripped out of my bikini before I entered the room. Everyone fell silent as they stared at me as a sauntered in, trying to look sexy, even doing a little twirl. I couldn’t help but laugh at all the stunned faces.
It took a while for it to settle in that I was who I said I was, but my actions seemed to make up everyone else’s mind on the matter at hand. Everyone was going to go through with it. The rest of the weekend was a blast as more and more of my friends cast their spells. It was fun to see who they chose. I was really surprised by just how many followed my example and swapped into a female body, though looking at just how sexy they all were it was easy to see why. Though it took some time and it wasn’t really given to us, we finally felt we were fairly compensated for the sacrifices we had made.

Moving up in life

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I was on a streak of bad luck when the old man found me. I was just getting my life turned around when the factory closed down, and of course the timing was perfect for life to screw me over in the biggest way possible. Long story short, I found myself homeless and struggling just to get food every day. I was well into my forties and my outlook on life was only getting worse. I was over the hill as far as life was concerned. My opportunities were all spent, no one would want to invest in someone like me.
I was on the street begging when the old man dropped a hundred dollar bill in my cup. Amazed, I looked up to thank him. He smiled, looking at me intently, even shifting his position as if to get a look at me from every angle. He began asking me questions about my family. Where they were, any past health problems, were any of them overweight. I was put off a bit by the barrage of questions, but I figured the least I could do in return for his generosity was indulge his curiousity. After what seemed life an our he finished with asking if I would be interested in a deal. A deal he said that could take care of my money problems for the rest of my life. I quickly said yes and found myself being taken to a luxurious high rise apartment.
When we got there, I was in awe at the sheer decadence of the place. The old man snapped me out of my trance as he said he was eager to get down to business but requested I shower first. I agreed, embarrassed at the odor I no doubt possessed. Even the bathroom was luxurious, though I got the feeling a woman lived in the apartment as all the soap and other toiletries were definitely geared towards the fairer sex. After I got out of the shower, I noticed my dirty clothes were gone. The only thing I could find to wear was a silk bath robe. Figuring I couldn’t just go out there naked, I opted to wear it despite it very feminine nature.
The old man smiled as I walked back into the living area. I noticed a piece of paper, a glass full of some sort of liquid that seemed to glow pink, and rather large stack of money on the table. My eyes were glued to the money, wondering just how much there was. The old man coughed to get my attention and started to give me the details of his proposition.
He was very straighforward in his explaination. The liquid in the cup was in fact a potion. A potion that would turn me into a female version of myself. The potion would also cause my age to regress to an eighteen year old. The contract stated that I would live out my life in this female form with a monthly stipend of fifty thousand dollars to spend on whatever I wanted. The apartment we were in would be mine, and upon the old man’s death, I would receive a sizeable inheritance. In return, I would become his young mistress, fulfilling any request he would ask of me, sexual or otherwise. I would also be required to accompany him to events at something called “The Clubhouse”. This he explained was an exclusive sex club ran by himself and his fellow board members.
My mind was reeling from all this information. Signing this contract would make me a sex slave, to an old man no less. Not to mention turn me into a woman (if that were even possible). My eyes went back to the stack of money on the table. I looked back on my life, all the hardships I endured and all that it got me. I was tired of the struggle.
I absent mindedly reached for the money, only to be calmly stopped by the old man. He only shook his head, but I knew what he meant. With a sigh I signed the paper. I picked up the glass and knocked the drink back like a shot. The taste was pleasant and sent waves of warmth throughout my body. There was no pain during the change, nor really any sensation of what was happening other than the world seemingly getting bigger as I shrunk a bit in size. If wasn’t until after the changes had finished that my mind began to register the changes. It really did work. My new body complemented the rober I was wearing much better than my old one. I reached out and claimed my prize. The large stack of money that represented my financial security for the rest of my life.
Without warning the old man ripped off my robe and threw it aside. I had realized he had already discarded of his own clothes. He kissed me hard, pushing me to the floor, the bills scattering as they too fell to the ground. Before I knew it he was in me. He quickly went to work pumping his dick into me while massaging my clit. His mouth found its way to my breast, suckling it tenderly. After the surprise wore off, the only thing I could feel was pleasure. At that point I didn’t care what the consequences were with the contract I just entered. In my eyes, I had just moved up in life and that was worth the price.

A whole new world

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I had to admit this was quite unprecedented. Throughout all my years as a body hopper, I’ve never had a host die while I was possessing them. Ever since I first discovered my powers, I’ve been very careful going about using them. After my first body hop (a jock named Cameron who was giving my original body a beating), I found that I could exist in a metaphysical state, floating about unnoticed by the people around me. I found I couldn’t exist in that state forever though as I’d start to feel myself fade into darkness after about a day and would have to find a new host. After my first hop, I knew I had to choose my next host carefully, as i could only perform a hop once every ten years. Luckily I would retain all the memories from my previous hosts as well as gain all memories and skills of my new host. I also found that the hosts i’d leave would continue the lives I led as them, retaining any changes in personality and lifestyle I’d imposed upon them. My latest host was a man name Terrence Stackhouse, who I found lived a rather decadent lifestyle. He was a bit older than the potential hosts i usually considered, but he already had a life of luxury, and I had just spent the last twenty years touring the world as a concert pianist and was ready for some relaxation. It was just my second month in Terry’s body, and I was enjoying a weekend away at one of his, or my, many country houses. I had just received an amazing blow job from my lovely trophy wife before she headed out into town to go shopping. I lied down to take a nap and just as I was about to fall asleep I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I rolled over onto the floor and the next thing i knew, I was in my metaphysical form looking down at my host’s dead body. I immediately knew I was in trouble as I felt myself fading more than I’d ever felt before. Panicking, I remembered that Terry’s teenage daughter was upstairs in her room. I quickly possessed her, not wanting to find out what happens when I completely fade away.
I immediately felt the new sensations of my new body and how foreign it all felt. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit to myself. throughout all these years and all these hops, I’ve never even once considered hopping into a girl. After living through multiple lifetimes, here was something that was completely new. The sensation of having breasts and wearing a bra, the feeling of wearing panties. I looked down and started admiring my new body. Taking a peak in my pants, I wondered what female orgasm would feel like. I actually felt giddy, after nearly two hundred years, I finally found a whole new world to explore.

My body now

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Celine Matheson, the girl that ruined my life. For over twenty years I had been a perfectly respectable professor at the university. Hell I was one of the few professors who actually taught their classes instead of making a TA do it. I truly enjoyed teaching, and life was good. That is, until she enrolled in my freshman music theory class. She rarely showed up, and when she did, she was so disruptive I had to ask her to leave on several occasions. She didn’t care though. She was their on mommy and daddy’s money and couldn’t be bothered with putting effort into her studies. When the end of term came, she was furious that I had “dared” fail her and swore that I would regret it, and for a long time I did regret it.
She went to the police and the school and told them I had taken advantage of her. Trading sexual favors in exchange for a promise of a passing grade. My protests, I found, fell on deaf ears. It seemed that everyone had already decided my guilt. Even my wife of forty years believed I was guilty and filed for divorce. Looking back I’m sure you would see the incredible effect money has on the perceived truth. Ultimately, there was not enough evidence to charge me, but the damage was done. My reputation was in shambles and as such was let go from my position at the university. The trust between me and my wife no longer existed. I didn’t even fight her leaving me. I was defeated.
It seemed like fate that brought the book to me, or maybe it brought me to the book. It was badly damaged and only a small portion of its contents were still readable. Still, it opened my eyes to a world I never believed to exist. Magic. Most of the spells in the book were inconsequential, though some definitely had their uses. After scouring the book page by page, I found a spell that would allow me to get my revenge, though not in a way I ever would have imagined.
I have to admit I felt a bit like a creeper tracking her down, but this was revenge. I found out where she lived and staked it out. It didn’t take long for her to come out. She started down the sidewalk heading my way. As she approached, we made eye contact, and I froze like a deer in the headlights. all of a sudden I was fumbling with what to do. It took her a moment to recognize me. After all it was two years, and I looked much more disheveled than I did back then. A look of realization came across her face, and she grinned evilly. She felt no remorse for what she did to me, and that snapped me back into action. I walked towards her and cast the spell as soon as she was close enough. I immediately found myself walking past my own body which had stumbled a bit before staring at me with wide-eyed confusion. I didn’t stop, noticing my old body follow me with its eyes. I couldn’t contain my joy as I turned and waved goodbye. This was my body now.

Defeated

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Kelly walked out of interview defeated. For the first time in a long time, he was unsure of himself. He didn’t get it. It was the 25th century. You’d think in this day and age gender wouldn’t be an issue, but there he was getting laughed out of and interview, because he was a man. Yes, men were blamed for causing world war 3 and nearly bringing an end to world, but that was over two centuries ago. Men have come so far since then. Kelly worked hard to get to where he was. Working as a stripper to put himself through college. He was just as able as any woman in his field perhaps even better than most, but he couldn’t even get all the way through an interview without it ending because of his gender. He would always get comments like, “Wouldn’t you rather start a family and make a home rather than work?” or “I just don’t think you are qualified to fill a position like this, but we do have a secretarial position open”. This last interviewer’s comment got to him though, “Are you kidding me? Look how you’re dressed. You’d just be a distraction to the women here at our company.” The interviewer even had the nerve to laugh in his face. Was his outfit really that provocative? It wasn’t his fault that this was the norm in men’s professional attire. This was Kelly’s tenth interview this month, and he just didn’t know what to do anymore. He didn’t dare go back to the club. Not after the big send off the other strippers gave him when he got his degree. This last interviewer did offer him a job as her personal secretary as Kelly was leaving. Perhaps that was the best he could hope for.

Role Model

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It felt like the world had changed overnight. Well, it was more like a decade or so, but I was unfortunate enough to have been just out of high school when the big social changes started. I was too young to be considered and old fashioned man, but not quite young enough to easily transition into what was to become the modern man. In the world today, there are so many expectations as to what a man should wear, how a man should style his hair, and even what a man’s body should look like. The pressure is insane. I probably would have buckled under the pressure if it wasn’t for my infant son, not to mention the second one I have on the way. If it wasn’t for them, I probably would have become one of the outcast, forever shunned by society, but instead I buckled down. I did the hormone therapy, I got the surgeries, and now I get up everyday and put on my makeup, do my hair, and keep up with the latest fashion trends. All with a smile and my head held high. I’m still not sure I agree with how things are for men these days, but that’s the world I live in, and I need to make damn sure I set a good example for my sons to follow.

Just making my life Better

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If you would have asked me ten years ago what I thought of hypnotism, I would have told you it was all a bunch of BS, but now? Now I know it’s legit if you can find the right person to teach you. When I married, I knew the marriage came with a child as part of the package. At first he was shy, but once he got used to me, his true nature came out. Now that’s not to say Brian was a bad kid. He was just spoiled rotten as he was used to his mother giving him anything he wanted. However, that wasn’t the worst of it. Whenever he would be hanging out with his best friend Nathan (which was most of the time), the two of them become the most diabolically evil children on the face of the planet. I never would of thought it was possible for two children to behave so badly.
I was nearly ready to give up on the whole marriage when I ran into Niko. He befriended me and listened to my story. He taught me his secrets and, once he felt I was ready, gave me leave to use my new-found skills to fix my problem. I had originally intended to just make them much more obedient and respectful, but as my imagination started to push the boundaries of what I had at first thought possible, my plans began to change, thinking about the long term. It started with some pretty innocent cross-dressing, but as the years went by, I kept pushing it further and further until they were begging for HRT before puberty morphed their bodies.
My wife only needed a minimal amount of hypnotism to accept Brian’s lifestyle choice as she was already so used to giving him whatever he wanted, and Nathan’s parents were very wealthy and very preoccupied with their careers. So long as his requests could be met by throwing money at it, they did not care what he did with his life.
Six year of mental conditioning, hormones, and cosmetic surgeries later, I have to say life is pretty good. Brian, now Brianna, is the perfect doting daughter in public, and the dirtiest, most devoted sex slave in private. As for her best friend, Nathan, now Natalie, is your stereotypical rich girl, self-absorbed and bitchy, but she loves nothing more than to spend her parent’s money on her beau, who just so happens to be me. All in all I’ve got to say I’m pretty happy with how they turned out. Brianna, my dirty blonde princess, and Natalie, my brunette wallet. I wonder what my next project should be?

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