On One Condition

Steve and Marlena had been friends since they were in pre-school and Steve was the only person outside of Marlena's family that knew she was a witch. Her whole family had varying levels of power with Marlena falling in the lower range. This got the duo in to all kinds of wacky adventures as teenagers, especially with Marlena's favorite spell. She learned early on that on occasion it was good to be in two places at one time and since she couldn't master the spell to split herself in to two people she did the next best thing, she would turn Steve in to a copy of herself. When Marlena failed her first driving exam, Steve was behind the wheel for the second try. When she needed to skip soccer practice to go to coven meetings, Steve was sweating and showering with her teammates. When Her Dad made her go with her dorky cousin to his Prom instead of going to the N'Sync concert, it was Steve wearing the gown and corsage. Steve didn't mind, he even admitted that getting access to Marlena's body now and then was a whole lot of fun. Marlena knew this was the trade off for having an emergency twin. It had been many years since Marlena had required Steve's service but now she needed him once again. "So you need me to be you for a whole week on a trip with your boyfriend?" Marlena put on her pleading face, "Yeah, I told Todd that I wouldn't miss any more important things because of work and the wedding of his best friend is in that category. My firm told me today that I need to be at a conference in Boston the same week and since the wedding is in California..." Steve kept playing Call of Duty but his mind was churning. He was a freelance writer and trust fund kid so he never needed to be anywhere at any time he didn't want to be, "Well if I do this you are going to have to modify the spell. I doubt Todd is going to go a week in sunny California and not want some nookie." Marlena's face went sour, "First of all, please never say the word nookie ever again. Second, you want to have sex with Todd?" Marlena had told Steve that he could explore himself as her all he wants but could not have sex as her or she would turn him in to a dog for a month. Todd was satisfied with that arrangement but now saw a chance to enjoy the forbidden. "Well I wont lie, I am curious after all these years to see what it would be like as a woman, and I promise to only sleep with Todd. Plus you know I am right, he's not going to buy me not 'being in the mood' for a whole week." Marlena knew that Steve was right, she didn't like the idea of Todd being with any one else even if that person looked like her. She also knew that she had created her own monster, of course Steve was curious. Who wouldn't be if he found himself a member of the opposite sex, "Ok. It's a deal. I'll build in a birth control spell as well, wouldn't want you having my first child."

From the night before their flight to Los Angeles to just now during the wedding reception Todd was overwhelmed by Marlena's sexual appetite. They had even joined the Mile High Club. Twice. They had a pretty healthy sex life but it was like Marlena's libido was in over drive.She explained that it was her new birth control and that it would probably normalize in a week and that she wanted to make the most of her vacation. She advised Todd to just enjoy the ride and eat lots of bananas. Right after Todd had finished his best man toast and was back at their table Todd found Marlena's hand massaging his leg, "That was a hell of a speech, it deserves a special reward. I think it's out in the rental car." Thirty minutes later they were hustling back in to the hall, Todd tucking in his shirt and Marlena putting herself back together. Todd looked over his shoulder, "Marlena, hurry up and pull your panties back on, people are going to start wondering where we've been!" Marlena smiled at her temporary boyfriend, "Oh I think people have a pretty good idea where we've been hot shot." Todd thought it was weird that Marlena was using the name Steve used to taunt him with when they would play COD together but brushed it off, right now he was just grateful that he had such a great girlfriend.

Art Over Taking Life

Michelle was spending the morning at the museum with her boyfriend Tom. He needed to do observations for an art appreciation class he was taking and after he was done they were going to head to a little pub Michelle had seen on TV. She was never big in to art and was fighting boredom when she found herself drawn to a painting of a man in a red coat. Unlike the other paintings, the subject of this piece was in an oddly undignified pose. Michelle felt a yawn coming on and thought how funny it was that even a painting of a yawn could be contagious. Not realizing it, Michelle's yawn and stretch began to mimic that of the portly man. At the height of her stretch, unnoticed by the people standing nearby, a wisp of smoke left the painted mouth and slowly entered Michelle's. Her eyes lit up an inhuman red as the other worldly smoke entered her being. As the possession completed Tom walked up, "Hey Babe, you ready for lunch? I'm all done here." Tom noticed that his girlfriend looked a bit out of it but wrote it off to boredom. "Verily my good man!" Noticing the puzzlement on Tom's face "Michelle" corrected herself, "I mean, like, yeah Tommy! I feel like I haven't eaten in forever and can not wait to set foot in a public house again!" Tom was about to ask Michelle when she decided to mix old English phrases in to her speech but Michelle cut him off by hugging him, pressing her curvaceous body against his and kissing him hard, "Then after our culinary pleasure we can return home and enjoy pleasures of a more...Carnal nature? If you would like that. Babe." Tom wasn't sure what had gotten in to Michelle but if it was making her horny, he was all for it. 

SRU: The Good Husband

Felipe was a bit freaked out about how good he looked in his costume. His wife Maria had gotten it at some new store at the mall that guaranteed it's authenticity. As Halloween was on a Thursday this year the young couple would be going to a costume party Friday night, there was a thousand dollar prize for best couples costume and Maria wanted that money. So she decided that they would be going as strippers.Felipe initially thought this meant he would be dressing as a Chip and Dale's dancer and was very shocked when Maria pulled out a matching Bra and Panty set. "Maria, I am not wearing that!" Maria snuggled up to her husband, "Honey the old man at the mall said that this would be incredibly convincing and that it would put a little extra fun in the bedroom! So don't be a baby we need to shave you and get these breast forms glued on." Felipe went along as Maria worked on him, removing all of his body hair, attaching the breast forms and wig, tucking back his penis and finally putting on the lingerie. Felipe felt an odd tingle all over his body but Maria explained that as the after affects of the depilatory. He was also feeling a bit light headed as well and as they posed for a picture in the mirror he could swear that he used to be taller than his wife. Now he was faced with the image of two sexy women staring back at him and one of them was him! "Maria, we look really haut!!" Felipe had never talked like that in his life, "I am so turned on right now, these panties are doing a great job right now holding me in. I feel like I should be rock hard but I just feel kind of, sticky and moist." Maria smiled, "Oh that's the special lube baby, to keep you from chaffing. Thank you for agreeing to do this. Win or Lose tonight, I promise you I will give you the best sex you have ever had in your life tonight!"

SRU: Octoberfest

Gil was supposed to be helping his friends and business partner's Walter and Ivan work their booth at the Worchester Octoberfest. They had brewed up eight kegs and if they sold ninety percent of their product they would finally have enough profit to move their operation from Walter's garage to a small store equipped to allow them to operate as a restaurant. They had been working for years towards this and winning the top prize for the best micro brew this year, as they had the last two, would give them the cache to be successful. Of course all the acclaim in the world would mean nothing if they couldn't sell their product fast enough to keep the lines moving. Walter and Ivan were extremely pissed when Gil walked up after the last rush with his belly full of their competitor's beer and a team of Festbabes. "See you later girls, keep on being spectacular!" Gil hopped behind the booth and acted like there was no problem. The three had put up money and Walter and Ivan couldn't wait for the day they could buy Gil out, "We really need to get us a booth babe, I think it would really drive sales." Walter and Ivan looked at each other, a silent agreement passed between the two. Ivan reached under the table and pulled out a wooden box, "Now that you mention it Gil, we do have a plan for that. See we can't afford to pay a woman to help us yet but we do have an alternative. We found it at a really fun store at the mall. It's guaranteed to work through the weekend, maybe even longer." Ivan opened the box and pulled out the weirdest glass Gil had ever seen.

Gil gave a hoot of a laugh, "That is the most stacked glass I have ever seen! How is that supposed to help us?" Walter had filled the glass with beer, "Oh we will worry about that, Go ahead and drink up pal." Gil was not the type to ever turn down a beer and gladly drained the sexy glass. Suddenly he felt like his whole body was shaking. Closing his eyes he gripped the table trying to steady himself.

Gil opened his eyes and was shocked by what he had become, "Holy shit!! I'm a chick?!" Ivan and Walter put the glass back in it's box carefully. Walter spoke for the two of them, "Well Gil, or should I say Missy, we are pretty tired of doing all the work around here while you fuck off. So if you wan't to get your penis back at the end of the weekend you are going stay here with us busting ass as the best booth babe in the world or we will leave you this way. Now start shaking what the beer glass gave you!"

Cold Feet

Peter was fuming. He was walking down the aisle on his wedding day, the problem being that he was not in his own body. He was in the body of  Elizabeth, the maid of honor. At the rehearsal dinner the night before he was talking to his best man Curtis and mentioned that he was a little nervous about "the big day". Curtis calmed him down and Peter was feeling a lot better. As they walked back to the restaurant they saw Elizabeth and waved, not giving it a second thought. When Peter woke up the next morning he was raring to go, till he realized that he was in Elizabeth's body. Peter scrambled for Elizabeth's phone and dialed his own number. His fear over rid his shock at hearing his own voice, "Hi Pete, I heard you talking to Curtis about being nervous and I wanted to make sure Susan's day was perfect so I swapped us. I am sure you will thank me one day for keeping you from making a big mistake." Peter's new high pitched voice rose in anger, "Damn it Elizabeth! I was a little nervous but Curtis did his job as best man and calmed me down! Now switch us the fuck back right now!!" There was a moment of silence and Peter checked to see if the call had dropped, then Elizabeth finally spoke, "Oh hell, I am sorry Pete. We can't switch back till midnight tonight. We are going to have to just go through the day and I swear I will have you back in your body tonight in time for you to consummate your marriage. Now you better hurry you have a hair and make up appointment." All Peter could do now was stare daggers at Elizabeth and try to keep his balance in these stupid opened toe heels that left his feet feeling cold.  

Catching the Bus

Michael pulled on his girlfriend's shorts and shirt as quickly as possible. He tried to ignore the bounce and sway of his transformed body because he knew he had to get a move on. He and his girlfriend Carly had argued the night before about his late work hours which usually meant he was too tired to do much with her in the mornings before she went to work. As Michael dozed in and out of sleep he wished he could feel what it was like to be as energetic as Carly for just one day but he was just not that lucky. Suddenly he felt an odd wave and a sudden rush of energy. looking down he saw breasts that he was very familiar with, just not from that angle, "Holy Shit I'm Carly!" He was about to start exploring this discovery when a realization hit him like a bolt of lightening, "If I'm Carly that must mean... OH NO!" Grabbing his gym bag he threw in a pair of his own shorts a t shirt and some flip flops. If his theory was right, Carly was going to need them.

Carly was sitting thinking about how much she loved Michael and that her love for him was the only reason she put up with seeing him so little. She knew that their schedules were different but if he could just wake up for a bit in the morning they could eat breakfast together at least. Carly thought Michael was just making excuses when he said he wasn't a morning person like her. How could he not love mornings? suddenly though she felt a strange sensation and found herself becoming very sleepy, "Well I can take a little cat nap before my stop."

A Huge Mistake

"Hmm. Who knew Kathy's skinny bird arms could throw so far?" Kyle watched as the medallion glittered in the sun briefly before it plopped into the lake. Just a week ago he was working hard at the family business when his sister Kathy showed up with a six pack of beer. She taunted him and told him that he shouldn't be such a party pooper. Little did Kyle know that Kathy was jealous that he was put in charge of the business even though she was the older child. Sure she had become a cheesy magician while Kyle went to college, but she refused to acknowledge that. The spiked beer did what it was meant to do and when Kyle woke up he found that he was now in his sisters body and she was now in his, "Hey there 'sis' Now I am the top dog! Thanks to this medallion I will be running the company while you become the family black sheep!" At first Kyle was terribly hurt by what Kathy had done. Slowly though he began to find that not having any responsibility or stress was pretty much awesome. He heard rumbles from his mother that 'Kyle' was acting really odd at work and that he might finally be cracking under the pressure. Kyle decided to wait a week and see if Kathy would come running to him to swap back. As the week began to draw to an end though Kyle began to find it harder and harder not to explore his new 'surroundings'. Finally in the shower he gave in and rubbed his clitoris raw. For the rest of the day he chased female orgasm after female orgasm. The pleasure he experienced strengthened his resolve. That night he drove to his office, Kathy had not thought to change the access codes. Kyle pulled the medallion from the box inside the wall safe, careful to not disturb anything or give away that he had been there. With Medallion in hand Kyle set off for the closest body of water, Lake Wobagon, six hours away. Now the medallion was at the bottom of the lake and he would be living his sisters life, for better or worse. The peace was disturbed by the sound of his phone chiming. Reading the screen a smile spread on his lips as he saw that the call was from 'baby bro', "Hi Kathy, have you decided to swap back?" The sound of what was once his voice shakily came over the line, "I've made a huge mistake. Please come back and take over!" Kyle looked out over the water, "Sure Sis, I'll see you around noon. Don't worry everything is going to be just fine."

Fantasy Fulfilled Part Six: The Home Stretch

Cliff opened the door to find Alli dressed in black leather pants and a black satin corset. His jaw dropped in admiration and his pulse raced with anticipation. "Well," Alli said placing her hands on her hips, "Are you going to invite me in or leave me out here in the cold.?" Cliff backed up and allowed Alli in. Alli walked in to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. She took a long swig then spoke, "So what do you think? Do I look good?"she did a slow turn revealing all of her curves in the tight outfit. Cliff grabbed himself a beer, "I see you went clothes shopping." Alli chuckled as she sat down on the couch, her breasts were even more on display sitting down and Cliff felt himself became aroused thinking that soon that body could be his forever. "I decided that since I was returning to my male body I wanted to spend my last moments as a woman in style." She took another long drink of her beer. Cliff was careful not to betray his excitement and made sure he had an air of relief about him. "Oh thank you. I mean no offense. Your body is nice and all but I can't wait to be back home!" Alli began to unhook her corset as Cliff took off his clothes. Soon it looked like the weirdest laundry day ever as they began to settle on to the couch. Cliff began to chant the spell as he entered Alli, her gasp in his ear beckoned him to move faster. This would be his last orgasm as a man and he wanted to make sure it was memorable. The two grappled with each other in lust. Allie willingly giving up her beautiful body believing that she was returning to her proper form and relief from the dual she was fighting in her head and Cliff burning to have the life he had plotted and schemed to achieve. Cliff could feel Alli tensing around his penis and it pushed him over the edge. For the last time Cliff's balls tensed and released. For the last time Alli felt her clit twitch and release a body absorbing orgasm. Cliff leaned in and kissed Alli as their minds and souls poured out of their original body's and in to their new hosts. Cliff felt so good in the afterglow of Alli's orgasm. Alli, now in Cliff's body, felt like she was whole again. Her memories of her life as Alli were fading away and nothing but Cliff's life and memories, edited to leave out the truth of course, were left. Cliff got up and went to the bathroom to pee and just that act alone thrilled him. Cleaning himself up he went back in the living room where he found "Cliff" getting dressed, "So do you feel like yourself again?" Cliff was looking for any sign that his plan hadn't worked. "Cliff" smiled at "Alli", "Oh man so much better all of those memories of your life have faded away. I feel whole again and not schizo!" Alli smiled, "Yes I feel whole too. Like I am back in the life I belong in. By the way, while I was you I got really close to Warren. I know you two went out on a date while you were me but he had an emergency and had to leave. He's been worried that you were mad at him. You don't mind if I pick up where you left off?" the new "Cliff" took a swig of his beer and chuckled, "No of course not, Warren is the best. You are going to be so happy with him. As a matter of fact if you wanted to surprise him he keeps a spare key in a fake rock in the plant by his door." the new "Alli" had squeezed into her leather pants and was putting on her corset, "Good to know, thanks Cliff this whole thing has been a real learning experience. One we should probably keep to ourselves." They finished saying their goodbyes and "Alli" went by the mall first to pick up something special before heading over to Warren's place to patch things up.

Warren opened his front door and flipped on the lights to find Alli waiting for him dressed in a pink nighty. "Oh uh Alli, how'd you get in here? I've been meaning to call you.." Warren looked embarrassed and was trying to move his jacket in front of his growing erection. Alli, Cliff no longer thought of himself as Cliff, smiled, "Well I know the last time we were together our night didn't end the way we had hoped. I was a little ticked but I ran in to Cliff and he said that you really did have an emergency. You should have just called me, I would have understood!" Warrens looked surprised "I'm sorry I guess I just wasn't thinking." He put down his jacket and advanced on the girl of his dreams. Alli closed the gap on him and threw her arms around Warren's neck and kissed him passionately. Alli Giggled as Warren picked her up in his arms, so excited that her new life was starting tonight.

Epilogue

Alli and Warren cut their cake at the wedding reception as the crowd of family and friends cheered. Every one remarked at what a beautiful bride Alli was and her parents beamed as they were so proud of their little girl. A few people whispered that her dress might be a little to revealing but everyone agreed she certainly filled it out well. Warren and Allie had finished school two years earlier had great jobs and bright futures ahead of them. Many people had remarked at what a change Alli had made in herself. She had been known to be stuck up and shallow so falling in love with a "nerd" like Warren had seemed out of the question. Since they had gotten together though she had become so much nicer and seemed so much happier. She even got in to things like sports and loved to play video games and watch sci-fi with Warren. Warren was on the way up the ladder at the tech company he was hired at and Alli had gotten a job teaching. She had found that her genius had stayed with her old body, a fair trade off for the life she now lead. Cliff had been the best man, proud that he was able to help his best friend make a love connection. He did have a few pangs of sadness during the ceremony. Watching the bride come down the aisle choked him up a little and now watching her cut the cake made him feel like he was missing out on something. Cliff dismissed it as touch of jealousy and made a mental note to hook up with at least one bridesmaid before the end of the night. He had his eye on Megan who was giving him the eye as well. Everyone remarked at how at ease and assured Warren looked. Of course he was always known as a guy who took things in stride and getting a girl like Alli to marry him would make any man confident. If the dearly beloved gathered there knew the real reason for Warren's demeanor they would all be shocked at his cunning. Warren knew that the wheels he had set in motion all those years ago had lead him to this day. The day he realized he was in love with his best friend, but not in love with his penis. He knew that Cliff was Bi-sexual and attracted to him, and when he found the spell and started possessing women he knew it was so that he could be with Warren. He knew he had to pick his spot to act. The night before his big date with Alli, Warren used the spell to possess Cliff. He implanted the idea of stealing Alli's life. The combination of Alli's great body and Cliff's mind would make the perfect woman. Alli was such a stuck up bitch she really didn't deserve that body anyway since all she did was use it to torture men and trash any girl that didn't measure up to her standard. While he was in there he made sure that Cliff would love him unconditionally and could never stay mad at him. He also left the idea of using the full swap spell and the dream control spell and left the rest to Cliff's famously brilliant mind and determination. Now Warren had the perfect life, a beautiful wife who adored him and who he loved back, a great career, and probably a couple of kids in the future to round out his family. His fantasies really had been fulfilled.

Fantasy Fulfilled part Five

Cliff was lounging in bed, luxuriating in his most recently borrowed body while plotting his revenge on Alli and Warren. Never mind that neither had really done anything to him, Cliff had become a bit unhinged. The affects of wearing so many different faces over the last few months had given him a great sense of power and with this came a feeling of entitlement. Where he had first only wanted to experience life as woman as a "taste test" he was now thoroughly addicted. Last night was actually the first time he had been disappointed with sex as a woman. After spying on Warren and Alli's date he picked up on a handsome guy to have a one night stand. After a few drinks at a local bar Cliff brought the man back to his place, it was safer to come back to his place than to the house of the body he was in and run in to questions about Cliff's mount's odd behavior, looking forward to a night of passionate love making. Cliff's partner turned out be a "two pump chump" and after grinding away on top of Cliff for about four minutes, finished, peeled off his condom and was out in to the cold night. Cliff realized he was spoiled by how passionately, and now, expertly Warren made love. Just then his phone rang, "Hello?" he said in his unfamiliar voice. "Hi Cliff, what'cha wearing?" Warren said glumly. "A hot brunette, why did Alli not satisfy you last night? hoping to have me take care of your morning wood?" The edge of anger was not lost on Warren. He had thought he had caught a hint of annoyance when he told Cliff about his plans with Alli the day before, but pretended he was imagining things. Warren decided to press on, "No man, I'm not calling for that. I'm calling because last night I was having fun, but not as much fun as I do with you. I tried to not think about that but when we got back to her place and she brought up the first time she and I were together all I could think about was how it wasn't with her it was with you. So I made up an emergency and left. I think she was pretty pissed. Now I am so, so confused. I don't think I can keep doing this with you. It was all fun and games but I think we are lying to ourselves if we don't think this whole thing isn't messing with our emotions." Cliff listened carefully, feeling his anger toward Warren subside and pity and affection take its place. He had brought Warren along for this ride at first because he was his best friend but now he knew that both of their feelings were deeper than that, yet he knew that Warren wasn't gay, Cliff was sure that he himself was at least bi-sexual, but Cliff was smart and his focus was sharpening on what he wanted and how to get it. "Warren my friend, once again I have underestimated you. You are right this whole thing started out as an adventure but I think we have gone pretty far down the rabbit hole. Not to far to turn back though. We both need to quit cold turkey. For both of our sake's. And Don't worry about Alli, if she really has a thing for you she will give you another chance. Just give her some time. After a while I am sure she will have a change of heart." Warren felt relieved, Cliff always knew the right thing to say, "OK, yes. Thanks Cliff you're the best!" Cliff smiled, "No problem man, see you soon." After he hung up Cliff went over his check list, "First, need to take this girl's body home. Second, need to turn in my physics paper. Third, need to take over Alli's body tonight and start driving her insane."

Alli Woke up completely exhausted for the second night in a row. She normally slept like a baby yet the last couple of nights she was having the strangest dreams. The first weird dream was that she was on campus going to classes yet she wasn't going to her classes and most shockingly she had the sense she was a man! Last night though the dream got more vivid. She lived a full day as this strange man talking to people she didn't recognize. It was all very disconcerting. She wondered if it had to do with Warren running out on her, she had never had a man run away from her in her life. She was tempted to call him and see if his emergency was real or not but decided that he could make the first move. so she chalked up her dreams to stress, finished her coffee and went about her day.

For the third night in a row her dreams were of being this mystery man. She was scared to tell her friends about these dreams, even more so since she found herself getting aroused while taking a shower at the gym with some of her Sorority sisters. Alli found her gaze lingering on their pert breasts and tight asses and was shocked to find her nipples were stiff. She hurried up and dressed telling her friends that she had lots of home work. That night she dreamt she was back in the shower but this time as the man, the sight of her friends gorgeous bodies was giving her a rock hard erection and she could feel an incredible urge to slip her penis deep in to all of them. Alli woke up and knew she needed to get out of the sorority house. jogging on campus always helped her clear her head so she popped on her favorite jogging playlist and went for a long run. As she passed the science building she had a weird feeling like she was late for class. She didn't have class till noon. Just then she glanced a figure rushing through the door that froze her in her tracks. She could have sworn it was the figure she was seeing in her dreams. She shook her head and continued on her run. 

After class Alli grabbed a burger, something completely unlike her, and headed back to her room at the sorority house. In her room she scarfed her burger and stripped. Her bra was so uncomfortable today and after all the trouble she had putting it on she couldn't wait to get it off. She started to question why she felt so uncomfortable in her own clothes when she noticed the vintage video game system hooked up to her TV. She didn't like video games, she thought they were dorky, and vintage games were even worse. Alli found herself turning on the system and for the next two hours she played Super Mario in her panties and socks. A knock at the door broke her concentration which she found very annoying, "Yeah?" she shouted at the door. Alli's friend Megan poked her head in, "Hey slut, a bunch of us are going to go out and do it up. Throw on some clothes and come with us!" Alli was about to decline when she thought that a night out with the girls might be what she needed to break her out of this odd stretch. Some part of her wanted to see her friends dressed up and sexy as well, "Yeah, that sounds like fun!" 

Unfortunately for Alli she just couldn't get in to the spirit of the evening. Once again she was having trouble getting her bra on so she just ditched it, "My titties look better in this top without it anyway." was Alli's reasoning. She did not recognize that she had never called her breasts "titties" once in her life, feeling it was a vulgar term. She was having an even harder time with her heels. She wobbled and was constantly having to adjust the strap and buckle to feel more comfortable. Her friends were a bit shocked when she bent at the waste to do this presenting her ass for all eyes to appreciate. At the bar Alli drank nothing but beer and felt incredibly frustrated that her friends were touchy and playful while Alli wanted to get much much closer. claiming to be tired Alli went home. She dreaded sleeping and dreaming but eventually exhaustion got her and she passed out.

Alli woke up sweating and grabbed her breasts, trying to stop them from swaying. The feeling felt so alien to her that it was frightening. Last nights dream had been the most shocking. She had finally seen her male dream face but not before the most disturbing events. In this dream she answered the door to a strange home and her own body was at the door. The female dream Alli came in wearing what the Male Alli, as she began to think of herself in these dreams, recognized as her favorite pink skirt, wedge heels, and white top with spaghetti straps. Alli was shocked as her female self began to strip down completely naked. Male Alli felt her penis begin to stir and she fumbled as she took off her pants and boxers and sprung free. Female Alli seemed to giggle, as she approached Male Alli she leaned forward and took Male Alli's hands and guided them around her body, pulling herself close. Male Alli could feel his turgid penis running up against Female Alli's taught stomach. Slowly they made there way over to the couch. Female Alli pushed Male Alli on to the couch and hopped up above him balancing herself on her shins just above Male Alli's penis. Male Alli found herself looking up at her own beautiful face and body wanting so much to be inside. She watched Female Alli close her eyes take a deep breath and dropped her self down on to Male Alli's penis. Alli was mesmerized as she watched her female self bounce up and down on her member. She could feel herself reaching orgasm and just then Female Alli leaned in and kissed her deeply as they both seemed to explode. Suddenly Alli's perspective in the dream shifted. She could feel breasts on her chest and a softening penis inside her pussy. Gathering herself she pushed her now long blond hair out her face. She was back in her body in the dream, or was it her body? Looking down she finally saw the face of the man she had been in her dreams. It was Warren's friend Cliff! Cliff had a shocked look on his face and was touching himself like he had never touched his own body before. Alli felt himself get up and Cliff's penis slid out of her. She walked over to where her clothes sat in a pile. She put on her clothes slowly as if she was trying to savor the motions, then walked out the door. As the door slammed in the dream, it ended. Alli Got dressed and ran out to find Cliff. She needed to find out what he knew, if anything. Most importantly she needed to know if she was going crazy. She had a strong feeling she could find Cliff in the Library.

Cliff sat in the library nervously pretending to read his book. If Alli showed up it meant that all of his work had payed off. He had found a spell that would allow him to control Alli's dreams while he possessed her. This allowed him to start planting the false memories in to her mind and start messing with her perception of herself. After last nights installation she should be at the tipping point of wondering just who she was. The touch of taking away her ability to walk in heels or put on a bra came from a fictionmania story he had read a few years back. Suddenly Alli appeared at the end of the row. Cliff noticed her hesitate but looked up and froze her in place with his gaze. It was showtime, "Cli..Alli, how are you doing?" Alli walked up slowly to him  as if she was approaching an open flame. "Do you know what is going on with me? I keep dreaming that.. that I'm you." Her head dropped to avoid his gaze, allowing a slight grin to flash on Cliff's face. "Oh thank god, you are starting to come out of it. We should have never messed around with that magic spell!" Alli looked up in shock, "What the fuck are you talking about!?" she screamed, with tears starting to form in her eyes. A few people looked over at them to see if they were about to witness some drama. Cliff hopped up, and grabbed Alli by the hand leading her to one of the private study rooms where he closed the door behind him. "You and I were in the reference department about two months ago, you knocked over a book cart and I stopped to help you. We found this book of spells. We both laughed but I decided to check it out. I did some research and found that the spells in this book were rumored to be real. So since you were there when I found it and I didn't want any of my friends to know I was messing with magic I asked you to try a spell with me. A body swap spell." Allie dropped in to a chair behind her, looking up at Cliff dumbfounded. Cliff continued, "I had always wanted to see what it was like to be a man and the spell called for us to both be willing as sex was the trigger, the energy created by our body's together and the connection created the bridge for us to swap, I figured you would go for it. No man had ever turned down sex with me no matter what the stakes. The original plan was to swap for a week, but something happened to you, you started to act like you were me. At first I thought you were fucking with me but when I did more research I found that in some occasions one of the swappers might lose themselves inside the new body. The mind is overwhelmed by all this new sensory information and it forms itself to the new host brain blocking out all of the memories of the swap. It could take months for the mind to start to return to normal or it could never revert. All I could do was wait and hope you would snap out of it." Now it was Cliff's turn to plop in to a chair. He had rehearsed this so much since he came up with his plan that it was almost orgasmic to have finally unleashed it. Alli looked down at her body, she felt so out of place in it since the dreams had started. As crazy as Cliff's story was she felt that it rang true, that it explained what had been happening to her. "Why didn't you try to talk to me before I came here?" Alli asked. Cliff sighed, "Well you weren't you. You were me. I am assuming you started having dreams and weird experiences recently to bring you looking for me. What if I came to you before those started? You would call campus police on me with a story like that!" Alli wearily shook her head. Before this started she would have freaked out if a man had come to her claiming to be the real her. "So what do we do?" Alli said while looking at the wall, she couldn't bring herself to look at Cliff. "Well at this point that is up to you. The swapping spell would work again if we used it but you would have to be willing. I know I am, I miss having breasts and sexy legs." This part was no lie as it had been a while since he had possessed a woman other than Allie, and that was while she was sleeping and he missed being a girl terribly. Allie shot up out of her chair, "I need some air, I need to get away from you and think." Allie rushed out and down the stairs.

She made it out to the side of the building and leaned against the wall to keep from falling. She was breathing fast and afraid she would faint. slowly she sat down on the curb against the wall.

Alli felt like there was a storm in her head. She remembered buying this outfit and these shoes yet she felt so wrong in them. She remembered her senior prom but there were other memories in there with them. Memories of Cliff in a tuxedo with his date. She remembered being a cheerleader in high school but also Cliff winning the state science fair. How could she have these memories if what Cliff had just told her wasn't true? She got up to walk home and stumbled a bit in her shoes. She kicked them off in disgust and walked off with a gate that resembled a mans. 

Fantasy Fulfilled Part Four

It had been a week since Cliff and Warren had possessed the strippers. Cliff was trying to work through all of the emotions and desires that had reared their ugly head while he was using a drug addled brain. He swung from acceptance that his goal was unreachable to searching frantically for a way to reach it. Cliff had looked in to spells to alter himself or alter reality but those were outside of his abilities and the spells for complete swaps with another person required that both parties be willing. Meanwhile Warren, as usual, was unfazed by his experience viewing the whole thing as a sexy role playing game. Why shouldn't he? After all he found himself in the body of a sexy woman every time out, either in complete control of her body or, as Warren put it, "balls deep" in which ever hottie Cliff had chosen to possess. Warren had offered to be any woman of Cliff's choice and return the favor but Cliff had shown no interest in that particular arrangement. Thanks to being a bit oblivious, Warren shrugged it off as his friend being an eccentric. That's why he had no hesitation when telling Cliff the good news that Alli, Cliff's very first mount, had asked Warren out  to dinner. It turns out that Warren's sudden popularity with the most beautiful women was becoming the number one gossip topic on campus and since it started with Alli she figured she should get herself a second serving. Cliff was undercover now as a brunette beauty he had seen on the street after following Warren on his date. This body let him blend in as he watched with growing jealousy as Alli laughed and flipped back her golden hair in response to Warrens jokes. His face blushed with fury  as Alli leaned forward to feed Warren some of her dessert, giving him a full view of her perfect breasts. Cliff felt himself start to tear up, Warren had been completely awkward with women and thanks to Cliff he was a regular Casanova and with Warren's time as a woman he now had the moves to back it up. "He owes all of that to me and this is how he repays me!" was Cliff's thoughts as he wiped away a mascara tinted tear. "And this bitch is only after him because of memories I created, that should be me with Warren! Why does she get to have what I want? Because she got lucky and was born that way? Who says that just because she was born in that body she should get to keep it?"  Then suddenly the tumblers clicked in Cliff's mind, revealing the road to victory. His ruby red lips spread in to a wicked smile. Before he could put his plan in to play though he needed to get laid, it would be the first time with a man other than Warren but if he didn't have any loyalty, why should Cliff?

Fantasy Fulfilled Part Three

Warren and Cliff were living it up with their body possessing antics. Today they had decided to take a walk on the even wilder side and possess two strippers. They had heard rumors that the strippers at this particular club had a special "pregame" preparation. A mix of cocaine,ecstasy, ketamine and a host of other pharmaceuticals washed down with alcohol made the dancers at Rusty's Gentleman's Club, the most popular in town. The duo would never dare take those kinds of drugs and they quickly dismissed experimenting with them in the borrowed bodies of their fellow students but Cliff reasoned that taking over the body of some one who was already "under the influence" would be fair game. The combined feelings of fog and exhilaration was intoxicating to the "girls" combined with the sexual stimulus of giving lap dance after lap dance. Warren was enjoying being high for the first time combined with his usual thrill of being some one else. Cliff on the other hand was experiencing a far deeper thrill. The look of the horny men paying good hard earned money to have him stimulate them, rubbing his breasts in their faces, grinding her sweaty ass on their throbbing cocks and whispering sweet nothing in to their ears had him so wet. As they performed a dance on stage and watched the dollars rain down Cliff felt like his brain was on fire. He looked down and at his pink leather clad breasts and saw Warren's spaced out eyes as he slid down to his borrowed pussy Cliff realized that he was tired of borrowing, that he wanted a body like this for his own 24/7 and had to do something, anything to have it.

A Life Changing Find part Two

Detective Charles Hyde Was surprised to find a stack of case files on his desk. He had just returned from a meeting with the Assistant District Attorney who was prosecuting the big organized crime case Charles and his team had put together. He was scheduled to testify this coming Tuesday and the ADA wanted to make sure that he was ready for his cross examination. Charles was not expecting to take on any new cases till after the trial but the note on the stack was from his captain, instructing him to look them over and report to her office as soon as possible. Charles took a look and quickly saw a pattern. Each victim was male in their early to late 20's, in good physical condition, popular on the party scene, and all seen leaving their last known location with an attractive woman. The odd thing was that the first few men were seen leaving with the same woman while the later men were seen with different women. None of the men had been seen since disappearing, their vehicles were found parked where they had been left the night of the disapearances and there were no hits on their credit cards or ATM's. That was not a good sign in Charles' opinion. He headed upstairs to his Captains office, her secretary motioned for him to have a seat while she buzzed to announce his presence. The secretary looked over at Charles, "The Captain has been in a weird mood today, good luck in there."

 

Charles walked in and noticed that Captain Brooking was staring at her screen, completely unblinking. "Hello Captain, I read those files you left me and..." Before Charles could finish his sentence the captain stood up quickly and looked passed him as if he wasn't there. When she spoke she sounded like she was in a trance, "Good. Sit at my desk and some one will be in shortly to speak to you. I have to pee." The Captain walked stiffly out of her office. Charles couldn't help but wonder if the "Brass" were drug tested as often as the rank and file. Sitting in the Captain's chair Charles noticed that her computer wasn't even on. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a mans voice from across the desk, "Hello Detective." Charles looked up and two people were now sitting in the chairs opposite him. The chairs were definitely empty just a second ago. They were both at least in their sixties, the man was dressed in grey sweat pants, t- shirt and a maroon bathrobe. The Woman was at least dressed as though she had not been rousted from bed but her colorful outfit reminded him of a gypsy and she looked like she would be more at home reading palms at a carnival.  "I take it you are the folks the Captain wanted me to speak to." The woman smiled and sipped from a coffee cup that she seemed to produce from the folds of her skirt, "Right down to business, I like that. You are very good at hiding your feelings about our sudden appearance, also a good sign that we have chosen wisely." The man in the bathrobe nodded his agreement, "You see Detective we do not have a lot of time, there are many lives at stake and the danger is growing exponentially." Charles leaned forward, the man's comments had clearly gotten his attention, "I take it this has to do with the missing person cases, what can you tell me?" It was now the woman's turn to speak, "They are not missing, we have located them, we now need your help in rescuing them. They have been transformed by an ancient force that feeds on masculinity. It was designed by and Evil Wizard many thousand of years ago to not only defeat his enemies but turn them in to submissive women who would then live the rest of their lives as his slaves. It bounced around from master to master for a millenia until it was trapped about eighty years ago inside a steamer trunk and thought lost to the ages. Unfortunately some unlucky soul has found it and unwittingly released it. With out a master to control it, this force is gorging itself with no regards to the consequences. It's victims will mystically last a bit longer than a normal human with out food or water but under the monsters thrall these poor people will not think to eat or drink and it will not compel them to since it can simply use them to lure in their replacements. They will eventually starve to death leaving behind beautiful corpses." Charles let this soak in and the trio sat in silence until he spoke, "Oh...K. I am going to call some folks to come in and help you. They are very nice people and they are going to take you to a very special hospital." He reached for the phone and began to dial when the man in the bathrobe stopped him dead in his tracks, "That would be a huge waste of time Kyra, time we do not have." Now the facade of calm professionalism dropped from Charles demeanor. "How can you know that, no one knows that. I wont be blackmailed!" Charles' voice was tense and he had risen from his seat taking two steps back as if he was now physically under attack. The woman's voice was calm and soothing when she spoke, "My Dear, please sit down we are not a threat to you. We are here because if this goes to plan we will be helping each other out. You will help us to destroy a rogue creature that has lived far to long, and we will help you achieve your dream of being the woman you know in your soul you were meant to be." Charles plopped in to the chair, blinking as if he had looked to long in to the sun. His mouth was dry when he spoke, "I have never told any one about that. Anyone. If I decide to go along with all of this craziness how exactly am I supposed to stop this thing? If you two are so great why don't you stop it yourself?" The man pulled a bottle with a purple liquid out of  the pocket of his robe, "This thing is like the T Rex from Jurassic Park. Some stuff it can see coming and some stuff it can't. If a Wizard and a Witch..." The man was interrupted by the woman clearing her throat in displeasure and giving him a cross look. "Jeez sorry, if  a Wizard and a SORCERESS of our power got near it the fight would take out several city blocks. But it would never have the cunning to suspect that it's food had been poisoned. Once you drink this potion you will essentially be a poisoned lamb. You will go to it, it will devour your masculinity tainted with the mystical poison. This monster will finally be dead and you will be a beautiful woman." Charles was having a hard time processing what he was hearing but he knew in his soul that they were telling the truth, "Will you be able to change the victims back in to men?" The pair shook their heads "no" and the woman spoke, "We will not be able to do that but we can help them deal with what has happened and cast spells so that they can return to as normal a life as possible. Besides they will have their free will back and life as a woman is much better than dying painfully." Charles stood up, this time firmly and with conviction, "Come on lets get going.I'll drive." 

As the trio sped to the address the two Mages provided, Charles' thoughts swung from believing he had finally gone crazy to the anticipation of getting what he most wanted in the world. Since he was young he had admired girls and women. At first he thought it was just natural curiosity but soon Charles came to realize that his feelings ran deeper, that he wanted to be a woman, that deep down inside he was a woman. He knew that others wouldn't understand and that he just wouldn't be able to explain as faith was so often difficult to communicate to others. So he buried himself in his second greatest passion, police work.  Had he believed these two people because he wanted what they were saying to be true so so badly that it had clouded his judgement? Was he really going to drink a magic potion from the pocket of a man in a bathrobe and face an ancient evil being? Charles pulled to a stop outside of the house, and the man handed him the glass vile. "bottoms up." He waited for any kind of odd feeling but he felt no change, shrugging he headed for the door. As he approached a gorgeous blond stepped out.

Charles jogged up to her, "hey there sexy where are you off to?" He asked with a great deal of trepidation in his heart. The woman smiled, "Well I was going out to look for a little company but it looks like I didn't have to go very far! My name is Brandie, Why don't you come inside stud, I bet I can give you a life changing experience." Charles followed the blond inside and immediately felt the change in the atmosphere. The air was stale and it was at least twenty degrees hotter than it was outside. The blond continued walking and spoke to him over her shoulder, "why don't you go on to the back bedroom stud, I'm going to fix us a drink and meet you. Then we will party!" He watched her as she moved off in to living room. She had not even asked his name. Before he moved in to the rest of the house Charles reached back and forced the door knob till it broke. It was a little trick he had learned while working patrol to keep any suspects from getting out of the front door while he was searching a residence. Instinctively he unsnapped the latch on his holster, allowing for a quick draw. Charles began to move towards the back, a heavy sent of perfume hung around him stinging his eyes.  The blond who greeted him was no longer in sight but in the living room he found another beautiful woman.

She had a vacant look on her face as she gazed over her shoulder at him. Suddenly a look of seduction appeared, sending a chill down Charles' neck. "Hi Stud," she said with a bit of a southern drawl, "my name is Tera, why don't you head to the back bedroom and get comfortable, then I will come in and rock your world!" Charles said nothing to her as he continued on down the hall way. A feeling of dread washed over him. Gone was the concern about this being an elaborate hoax. Now he was worried that if the Wizard's potion did not work he would end up a mindless fembot. The Sound of giggles from a bedroom to his left caught his attention. Charles opened the door slowly.

The two woman were just as stunning as their "house mates". Once again he found himself being looked up and down this time by two pairs of bedroom eyes, "Hi Stud," They said in unison, "I'm Jodie" the blond said, "And I'm Rachel" the brunette said as she leaned seductively on Jodie. Once again they spoke in unison giving their words an otherworldly affect, "Why don't you head on back to the back bedroom and we will be in to show you the time of your life." Charles backed out of the room and looked down the hall. The door at the end was closed, he began to advance on it with purpose now. Suddenly he heard a new sound from the second to the last bedroom, a low moan that stopped him in his tracks. Charles pushed the door open. Inside there were several beds and many more women but these women looked extremely lethargic. The woman on the bed closest to the window struggled to raise her head, "Hi stud," She said weakly, " I.. I..I'm so hungry please please help me."

then to his right he caught a glimpse of a standing figure. This Brunette was struggling to put her bra on and trying to maintain a standing position while propped against the wall. She looked like she would collapse at any second. There was no attempt at seduction this time, "so...hungry, so ...thirsty." 

Outwardly these woman looked healthy, hell they looked beautiful but the suffering in their eyes and the pained sound of their voices raised Charles' heart rate. He was about to exit the room when the figure on the second bed in the room caught his eye.

This woman looked just as beautiful as the others, but there was no sound coming from her and she was absolutely still. Charles reached down and felt for a pulse and found none. "Patient Zero" he said under his breath. He closed the woman's eyes and silently made the same promise he made to all the homicide victims he had come across in his career, to do his best to avenge her death. As he walked out of the room he turned to his left and faced the final door.

He entered slow and saw that except for a steamer trunk the room was completely empty. He stood staring at the trunk for what seemed like forever. Charles had the extreme knot in his stomach he got when he was around dangerous criminals and politicians and a bead of sweat formed at his temple. Something was drawing him to the trunk, he felt his legs moving him forward yet had no control over them. Suddenly the lid to the trunk sprang open and he was bathed in a red light. He felt his clothes fly off of him and hit the ground as he body raised in to the air. Dark forms flew out of light and began to wrap themselves around him. His mind was encompassed by the light but he could vaguely begin to feel his body transform. His frame began to shrink, his muscles faded as his body fat began to redistribute. Charles could feel his face transform as his cheekbones shifted and skull shrank. He began to cry softly, not from pain but from the ecstasy. The light was taking away all of his will power and the purpose of his mission faded to the pleasure of his transition from man to woman.His shrunken torso began to develop pert breasts that were soon supported by the lingerie that the dark forms from the trunk were becoming. His hair began to grow out and a whispered desire to be blond in the recesses of his consciousness caused it to begin to lighten. Finally he felt his penis and testicles withdraw completely in to his body as his vagina took form and his ovaries and womb sprang in to existence. Charles heard a small feminine whimper escape his lips as his masculine essence escaped him.

He felt himself lowered to the ground but he still couldn't move. His free will was now gone and Charles waited for his orders from his new master. A voice in his head like dry leaves crackling spoke, "Go, bring me more like you. Bring me more food." Charles turned to follow orders when suddenly the ancient voice screamed out in pain sending shudders through Charles and knocking him, now her, forward and off of her feet. Just like that the fog in Charles' mind lifted. She looked back at the trunk as it rattled and bounced giving off some of the worst sounds she had ever heard. She jumped to her feet forcing aside the sensations of her new body in a desperate attempt to get out of the room. The ground beneath her pitched and buckled as the whole house began to shake once again sending Charles flying. She rolled over to push herself back to  her feet just in time to see the Trunk burst in to flames.

The flames gave off no heat though and seemed to actually drop the temperature in the room. A high wind rushed through the small space making it hard for Charles to breath. She looked at the door just feet away yet she was pinned by the freezing wind. She reached in vain for it as her vision went black and consciousness left her. Slowly Charles began to awaken. Her head was buzzing like she had just left a loud concert and she had goosebumps all over from the lingering affect of the cold. She was laying  on her back and was captivated by her new form as she raised her new stocking clad legs against the wall.

"Oh God, it's real. IT'S REAL!!!" she squealed in her new feminine voice. Scrambling to her feet Charles ran her hands down her body. The soft feminine flesh and long hair on his shoulders were undeniable.

She turned to where the trunk was and saw nothing but ash. snapping herself out of the revelation of her victory she ran out of the room and found a living room full of confused and terrified women.

They were gathered in front of the Wizard and Sorceress who were passing out pedialyte bottles and bananas that were being hungrily eaten. Over the next few hours the mystical duo proceeded to explain the situation to the men who now found themselves trapped in female form. None were to happy about this but all agreed that it was better to be alive with their free will restored than to be doomed to the horrible fate that befell the first victim and owner of the home. One after another glamour spells were cast that would allow the women to return to modified versions of their lives. Everyone who had ever known them now believed that they had always been female. Knowledge and comfort of their new bodies was implanted in to their minds, willingly accepted, to allow them to cope with their new forms. The women left the home after exchanging information as they now found themselves part of an exclusive sorority of survivors that would need to each others support . They also profusely thanked Charles for her bravery in saving their lives. After the last woman had left Charles and the Mages were left to discuss the aftermath. "So," Charles said has she absentmindedly played with her blond hair, "What do we do about the fatality back there?" The Wizard spoke, "We will cast the same spell on her as we did the others. About an hour after we leave her neighbor will realize that she hasn't seen Patricia, I've always liked that name, in a couple of days. She will find her in the bedroom and call the paramedics. They autopsy will find a brain embolism and her family will be contacted so that they can provide her a proper burial and mourn the loss of their loved one." Charles nodded her approval to the plan. The woman now entered the conversation, "Now Dear, lets get you out of that trashy lingerie and stockings full of runs. I've always liked lighter tones on a girl of your complexion."

Charles caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall and had to admit she looked great in this bra and panties set. Tears of joy once again welled in her eyes, "I can't thank you two enough, I am finally who am I was supposed to be!" She gave big hugs to them both. "My Dear, you did all of the heavy lifting, we just pointed you in the right direction. Now what shall we do for you? I already know you will be calling yourself Kyra Hyde but would you like us to change your life more than that? A modeling career perhaps? Or a job on the television?" The new Kyra smiled, "No thanks, I love being a cop no matter what my gender. All this means for me now is that I can go shopping for a sexy business suit to wear when I take the stand! Now conjure me up some street clothes so we can get out of here and grab something to eat, come on it's my treat." 

Suddenly Jodie Epilogue: The Old Woman's Revenge

Nine hours after Jodie Hyde had started her new life and 280 miles North East in Las Vegas Bradley Stewart was unaware of the role he played as the catalyst for Jodie's amazing transformation. Bradley was never the sort to be contemplative. To him the incident with the old woman and the babe on Rodeo was in the distant past of yesterday, just another in a long line of people he treated like crap. Bradley was one of the lucky people, he was handsome athletic and, thanks to his parents success, had access to almost unlimited cash. Some people speculated that his upbringing where he was denied nothing led him to grow up to act the way he did. Some felt that he was acting out to get attention from his parents who left him in the care of nannies and refused to allow Bradley's existence to cramp their lifestyle. What ever the reason was there was no denying that Bradley was a huge asshole. He and seven of his like minded friends had rented a few suites at the Aria and were going to party through out the weekend.  Bradley had gotten separated from his crew and was walking along the strip back to the hotel in a rush, he had forgotten his wallet and lost his cell phone and wanted to get back in time to partake in the "escorts" they had arranged for the evening. Bradley and his friend liked to treat woman roughly and hired women were much more willing to take it. As Bradley passed an alley he heard a voice call his name, a heavily accented voice. "Bradley...Bradley..." He stopped and looked in to the darkness. The pitch blackness of the alley was a stark contrast to the bright lights of the street, "hello, some one there?" despite his size and pompous attitude a tinge of fear began to creep in to his mind. Despite his dread he stepped in to alley straining to see. Out of the darkness a small figure stepped forward. "I know you, you're the old bitch from yesterday! Hey is that blond with you too?" The old woman smiled a cold smile, her eyes were slits of fury, "Bradley you will never go near that fine young woman, at least not in your present state. You see I do not take well to being treated poorly. I have a bit of a temper and tend to over react to disrespect, which is bad news for you." Bradley was not sure what was going on, he felt he should walk away but could not bring himself to move. The woman suddenly had a blue orb in her hand, it looked like a neon rubber ball yet the surface seemed to be moving as if it were alive. The old woman was circling Bradley now, "Bradley you have lived a petty and cruel life. The disrespect and cruelty in your soul is incredible. I can see that you reserve your greatest contempt and abuse for women. You see them as mindless toys, here only for your pleasure. Whether they agree or not. Well that is all about to end!" The old woman threw the ball at Bradley but instead of bouncing it began to spread all over his body. "What the hell?? I'm going to kill you!!!" the old woman stood her ground, "I don't think so. Oh good you are starting to transform. This is my favorite part." Bradley bent over in pain as his body began to shrink and grow in different areas. his muscles disappeared as soft hairless flesh began to take its place. His hard pectoral muscles lost all definition as huge breasts grew out and his ass and hips began to swell out as well. His old clothes disintegrated and his now naked feminine flesh was only covered by the blue ball stretching in to a slutty revealing dress and the blond hair hanging down from where his black crew cut had once been. He could feel the cool desert air wafting up the dress and caressing his transforming body. He struggled in vain to pull off the material but his now thin arms and tiny hands didn't stand a chance. A soft feminine moan left Bradley's lips as he clutched his abdomen. His internal organs were now re-arranging to make room for his new female reproductive organs. A tear began to roll down his face as Bradley felt his penis and testicles retract in to his body, leaving a hairless vagina in its place. "Oh god ... please no" Bradley begged in his now high pitched voice. The old woman looked down at Bradley, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face, "There was never a Bradley now, you are Brandi Doe. You grew up in an orphanage but ran away at a young age when you realized that your budding body could get you the things you wanted. You have a minimal education, your IQ didn't have far to go, and you trade your body for money and gifts. You are willing to do anything, ANYTHING, to make money but you especially enjoy being humiliated. Bradley's mind is still alive in your head, a passenger to Brandi's bimbo control. You will feel every fuck, every slap and every indecency that Brandi begs for and be powerless to stop it. Now Stand up your old friends are waiting for you. You are going to be very popular with them tonight" The old woman helped Brandi to her feet roughly and dragged her out to the street. Waving her hand a cab pulled over. The old woman pushed Brandi in to the back seat,  pulled out a hundred dollar bill from a small clutch purse, tossed the purse in Brandi's lap and handed the bill to the driver, "double time to the Aria, she has work to do." Before letting the cab pull away the old woman stuck her head in to Brandi's window, "have a nice life Brandi." A switch seemed to flip and an air headed smile spread across Brandi's heavily made up face, "Gee thanks lady!" she said but the old woman could see Bradley behind the dull blue eyes screaming in fear. The old woman grinned and with a double knock on the cab roof she watched as her latest masterpiece went off in to the world. 

Suddenly Jodie!!

Curtis Hyde loved walking down Rodeo Drive on a breezy Fall Saturday afternoon. The Fall season certainly meant something different in Southern California than it did in his native state of Maine. There it meant heavy coats and rain boots. In LA it meant that it was just warm enough for Curtis to wear a tank top but cool enough for him to wear his favorite pair of True Religion jeans and Jimmy Choo boots. Sure they were a few years old but Curtis loved the way the jeans hugged his hips and butt and the sound of his boot heels on the concrete was like music to his ears. He knew from a young age that he just wasn't meant to be a boy and had experimented with wearing women's clothes through out his teen years. Curtis decided on his ultimate goal, to one day completely transition to womanhood. In college Curtis began to take hormones that began to soften his already tall and thin frame in all the right places. His face softened nicely and when he would tease out his hair or wear one of his expensive wigs he looked like a very cute sporty girl. While the hormones were the first part of his plan the second part was getting the money to pay for the very best surgery. So he studied hard and graduated at the top of his class, leading him to a coveted job at an international banking giant in Los Angeles. The pay was excellent and he figured he could save up for his surgery in two years while still keeping himself in designer clothes, both female and male, and have plenty to cover him for the time off he would need to recover from his surgery. Then the housing market crashed like the Hindenburg. Curtis found himself out of a job and struggling to take care of his basic needs. He even had to sell off most of his collection of designer shoes, hand bags and jewelry to make sure he could afford his hormone treatments. It had taken a while and a few crappy jobs but Curtis had recently gotten a job managing a small community bank. It was no where near what he was making before and it was going to take him longer but he was not giving up on his greatest desire. In the mean time though Curtis loved looking at the latest women's fashions and enjoyed being able to spend the weekends En Femme. His biggest fantasy was to transition and get in to modeling, and his personal hero was Jenna Talackova. As Curtis came out of Agent Provocateur he heard angry shouting to his left, "Watch it you old Bitch!". A large young man towered over an older woman as she was bent over  struggling to pick up her bags. Curtis hated bullys and before he realized it he was walking over to intervene, "Hey why don't you back off!" The large man turned around and a leering smile appeared on his face, "Hey baby, don't get mad. Why don't you let me buy you something nice that you can wear for me later." Curtis's face flushed with anger, "You couldn't handle it, steroid dick." The large man kept looking at Curtis like he was a piece of meat, "I'll see you around doll, why don't you help Grandma here and make sure she watches where she's going from now on." with that he walked off. Curtis turned to the elderly woman, "Are you ok? Here let me help you." The older woman gladly accepted the help and as she straightened out her well worn coat she spoke in a thick eastern European accent, "Thank you young man." Curtis was shocked by the older woman's words, he hadn't been recognized as male when he was all dressed up in years. The woman gave Curtis a comforting smile and took his left hand in her surprisingly strong hands, "Don't worry Dear I have what I call a sixth sense about these things. To just about every one in the world you look like an absolutely lovely woman." Curtis was still stunned. "You were very brave just now, I really appreciate your intervention. Let me give you something to show my gratitude." Suddenly Curtis felt something cold and metallic in his hand, yet the old woman had never let go of his hand, It was like it appeared out of nowhere. Curtis looked in his palm to see a brass coin with "TOKEN 1 WISH"  printed on it, "Uh, thanks. I am just glad you're ok. I hate guys like that who think they own the world." The old women laughed, "Oh, don't you worry about him. Men like him will end up crossing the wrong person and get their punishment. As for you my Dear, I see great things for your future. This world doesn't always reward courage but today is your lucky day! Tonight before you go to bed I want you to hold that coin and make your deepest most heartfelt wish. I promise you, you wont be sorry." Curtis was tempted to laugh but the look in the old woman's eyes put a chill up his spine. All he could manage was a whispered, "Thank you." When Curtis got home he poured himself a glass of wine and began to watch TV. Running through the odd events of the day he held the glass in one hand and the coin in the other, "What a nut" he chuckled to himself. He flipped through his TiVo and refilled his glass. Pulling off his boots and jeans he settled down on his bed, "ah what the hell," Curtis squeezed the coin in his hand, "I wish I was born a girl." he opened his hand half expecting the coin to be gone. He laughed at himself when it was still there, "Well  guess that would be too easy." He drank down his glass and got up to pour another when he felt a bit dizzy. Curtis sat back on the bed to catch his breath, "Yikes, that wine is stronger than I thought." He just managed to set his glass on the night table before flopping all the way back on the bed and passing out. Now unconscious Curtis did not see the coin begin to glow and float in the air,  surrounding him. In the morning Curtis woke up feeling incredible. He felt better than he ever had. Slowly though he began to notice that he just wasn't feeling great he was also feeling very different. Even after years of hormones there was no mistaking the feeling of his penis and its tiny bulge in his g string. Looking down now he could see no bulge, just a smooth area with a slight crevice!  

He shook his head to clear his vision and felt two new sensations. The first was his hair was now much longer than it had been the day before, from the corner of his eye he could see it was a golden blond color like his favorite wig and the feeling of it brushing against his shoulders was almost orgasmic. Second his breasts, normally a large A to small B were now much larger if the jiggle on his chest was any indication. Jumping out of bed he ran to the mirror in his bedroom and what he saw took his breath away. He pulled his tank top off and was caught between taking a step forward and backward at the same time, almost tripping on his own feet. He looked  exactly how he had envisioned in his fantasies. His lips were fuller, his face was rounder and his nose was smaller. Curtis was cute before but now he was drop dead gorgeous. "Well it's official, crazy is contagious. I caught it from that old woman yesterday!" He began to run his hands over his soft perky breasts and thrilled at the feeling as his nipples hardened. His hands reached his vagina, the warmth he felt was amazing and a growing moisture flooded his mind. Suddenly his cell phone rang breaking him out of his trance. The caller ID said "Anonymous" but  a picture of the old woman from yesterday was on the screen. Curtis quickly answered it, "Hello?" The accented voice came over the line, "Hello Dear, I see you took my advice and made your wish. You like the results, yes?" Curtis had to find his voice, "Is this real? how will I explain that I am suddenly a woman?" the older woman laughed warmly, "Have a little more faith Dear! Go to your purse and check your license." Curtis opened his purse and pulled out his ID, his eyes bulged wide in disbelief, " The name, that's what my parent were going to name me if I had been born a girl, and I'm eighteen again!?" the old woman took Curtis' silence as her chance to speak, "Of course Dear, modeling is a young woman's game. Which reminds me, you better get cleaned up and get out the door you have a photo shoot in three hours and you don't want to be late. Now remember you still have your fine head for business don't retire it and become an airhead. You are now a beautiful and intelligent woman, treat your new life with respect." Curtis began to tear up, "I don't know what to say, I don't know how to thank you." The old woman smiled on her end of the phone, "I am the one thanking you Dear, now go out and be happy!" and with that the phone went dead. Curtis ran to his, no,  her closet and looked inside. All the male clothing was gone, the closet was full of women's clothes now and the floor was lined with  women's boots, sneakers and heels. Curtis shot a look over her shoulder at the mirror and found that she couldn't wipe the huge smile off of her face. 

Suddenly the memories of her new life were right next to those of her old life. Her first period, her first kiss with a boy, playing tennis on the high school team and losing the state title in a tough match, losing her virginity to her first boyfriend and most recently the tearful good bye with her parents when she left to go to college in LA and pursue modeling at the same time. "Holy crap I have to get ready for my shoot!" Curtis jumped in the shower and fought the urge to explore his new body but lost, "I have three hours, enough time try this out". She began to rub her new sex vigorously and the orgasm that rocked her body almost drove her to her knees. Curtis gathered herself and got ready. She was thankful as she remembered the instructions of her manager to dress simply and to not do her hair or make up as that would be taken care of by the professionals. She arrived an hour early to the surprise of the staff working the shoot. Sitting in the make up chair she closed her eyes as brushes and combs were working her hair and make up was being applied to her face. When she opened them he could not believe what she was seeing. The hair dresser noticed the stunned look on Curtis' face, "You ok honey?" Curtis looked up, "I've never been better!" Now dressed in the clothes for the shoot Curtis stood beaming among the other models who all looked a bit bored while they waited for the photographer. When he arrived the models all stood in line for his inspection. He stopped suddenly in front of Curtis, "You, I have never seen you before. I need my models to exude femininity, to express through the camera the pure joy of being a woman and wearing these clothes. Can you do that for me?" Curtis almost  jumped when she said, "Hell yes!" The photographer chuckled at this new girl's enthusiasm, "Young lady I like you, you work hard for me and I will make you a super star. What is your name?" Curtis paused for a second, "It's Jodie, Jodie Hyde and I think today is the best day of my life!"