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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Fucking with Me

My wife wanted to fuck me. But she also wanted to fuck a woman. And now she had the means to do both at the same time.

She found this medallion that allowed her to change our bodies when we touched it to clothes and ourselves. And the longer you touched the medallion, the more you would change.

Anyways, she wanted to fuck me, but she didn't want to be a man. I myself was not opposed to be being a woman. So my wife, Cordi, took the medallion and a pair of my underwear and grew my dick. Then she threw the medallion and a pair of panties at me. I caught them both and began to change immediately.

My dick was gone before I knew it, and the changes spread from there. My ass filled out and my legs became much more smooth. I could feel my insides rearrange and my waist pull in. Breasts ballooned out of my chest and and my shoulders narrowed. As I lost muscle mass in my arms and hand, my neck and became smaller and my face contorted to someone else's features entirely. Blonde hair exploded from my scalp. I had become another woman.

My wife wasted no time in attacking me. She didn't even let me take off my clothes. She pulled away my underwear and proceeded to thrust her new hard dick into my new wet pussy. I was filled to the brim, I could barely think as Cordi pumped in and out of me. I screamed in my new soprano, and my wife grunted with each thrust. Neither of us wasted any time in coming to an explosive orgasm.

I'm not quite sure what just happened. But fuck if I didn't like it. My wife and I are going to have some fun times ahead, because I'm definitely not giving back this body until I've explored all its orgasmic capabilities.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

My Name is Gladiator

"How dare you show your back to me!" Commodus exclaimed, pushing his nephew to the side. "Slave! You will remove your helmet and tell me your name."

The gladiator sighed, removed his helmet, and turned around, looking Commodus directly in the eyes.

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius.
Commander of the Armies to the North. General of the Felix Legions.
Loyal servant to the true Emperor, Marcus Aurelius.
Father to a murdered son. Husband to a murdered wife.
And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."

The Emperor was astounded. His men had told him that the general was dead. He was supposed to be dead. He whispered to his aide and at his word, the soldiers surrounding them lifted their spears in preparation from battle.

But something happened that Commodus did not expect: the crowd wanted Maximus to survive. And because of his efforts to gain the favor of the mob, Commodus could not kill the general in front of everyone, not when Maximus was so popular. So he let the gladiator live, and let him walk away. All the while, the crowd roared and cheered his name "Maximus! Maximus! Maximus!"

But this was not the end. Ideas were already brewing in the Emperor's head.
After many battles, betrayals, and attempted escapes, Maximus and Commodus were once again facing each other. Maximus was tied up, wearing nothing but torn rags. Commodus walked in wearing armor of the purest white. He walked straight up to his sworn enemy, but stopped an looked up. He was listening to the crowds cheer in the Colosseum above them.

"Maximus. Maximus. Maximus." Commodus whispered. "The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. Striking story! But now, the people want to know how the story ends. Only a famous death will do. And what could be more glorious than to challenge the Emperor himself in the great arena?"

Maximus looked at him. "You would fight me?"

"Why not?" The Emperor was instantly angry. "Do you think I am afraid?"

"I think you have been afraid all your life."

"Unlike the great general. Who knows no fear?"

Maximus smiled slightly. "I knew a man once who said, 'Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.'"

Commodus smiled back, mockingly. "I wonder, did you friend smile at his own death?

Maximus no longer smiled, but looked Commodus squarely in the eye. "You must know, he was your father."

This struck Commodus hard. "You loved my father, I know. But so did I. That makes us brothers, doesn't it?" The Emperor embraced the gladiator, bringing out a knife with a small amount of blood on it. He stabbed Maximus in the back with it. "Smile for me now brother."

Commodus ordered his men to cover Maximus' wound with his armor. Maximus felt weak, but he also felt strange. He was led to a platform, where he and Commodus were raised up to the level of the Colosseum floor. Thousands of fans were cheering at his presence and at the prospect of seeing him fight the Emperor himself.

But Maximus could barely stand, let alone fight. His whole body was on fire. And he definitely felt as if his body was betraying his senses. But he had to fight, to exact revenge upon the man responsible for killing his wife and son. Maximus took his sword and prepared to fight.

He could feel his body change throughout the swordfight, and with each blow, Commodus only laughed. And even despite these changes and stab wound, he still managed to keep the upper hand on Commodus. Soon, the man was left defenseless, but still he laughed at Maximus.

"Look at you, Maximus!" he laughed. "You have no chance as you are."

Maximus looked down to find that his whole body had changed. He had been so focused on killing the Emperor, he had ignored his wounds and the signals his body was sending him. He had the body of a woman. His breasts were protruding from his armor, his hair had grown long and black. His skins was soft and his arms were thin. Thinking back, he knew the blood on the knife that stabbed him was sorcery. Commodus had taken the coward's way out to ensure his own victory.

As Maximus was distracted, Commodus pulled a small knife from a secret place within his sleeve and attempted to surprise the woman. But Maximus dodged, and managed to grab Commodus' knife arm, and keep him locked there. Slowly, Maximus bent the Emperor's elbow so that the knife was facing his throat. And with his last ounce of strength, forced Commodus' own knife into his neck.

Commodus looked up in surprise, and Maximus let him fall to the ground.

Maximus then fell to the ground himself, his new body finally giving out.
Maximus survived the fight, but would never again be able to return to his life as a man, a general. Nor could he return to his life of freedom. In her new body, Maximus did the only thing she knew how: fight. Fight as a gladiator within the Colosseum. She fought well, earning a reputation even among the most skilled swordsman. And whenever anybody asked her name, she merely said,

"My name is Gladiator."

Boxer Thief

I finally caught him. My roommate, Greg, has the bad habit of not doing his laundry, but doesn't like to wear dirty underwear. I don't blame him, but if he just did his laundry he wouldn't have that problem. What I do blame him for is stealing my underwear.

He denies it every time I yell at him, and it's gotten to the point where I have to do his laundry for him just so he won't steal my clean boxers.

Well, I finally caught him in the act. And it was all thanks to that weird old guy in that small shop in the mall. He gave me this pair of black panties and told me to put them in my underwear drawer.

"The next person who sees them won't be able to resist putting them on," he said with a chuckle. "So be sure it's him who opens the drawer next."

I was still pretty skeptical that Greg would put the panties on, but the old man sweetened the deal by saying they were only a buck fifty. I couldn't resist that deal, even if I only got a laugh out of seeing Greg's face when he sees them in my drawer.

I put the panties in my underwear drawer and closed the drawer. I was almost tempted to open it myself just to see what would happen, but I heeded the old man's warning. I went downstairs to watch some television, and I kept my video camera with me just in case.

Greg came home not to long afterward and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. I waited until he went into our room, went upstairs, and stood outside, waiting to hear...well, something.

At what I thought was the right time, I swung my door open, video camera up, ready to humiliate Greg. He was just in the process of putting the panties on, the rest of him buck naked.

I laughed as I hit the record button, but Greg didn't even look up. As soon as the panties were in place, he began to change. It looked as if liquid was spreading out from the panties all along Greg's pale skin. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the effect of Greg's skin becoming tanner and smoother. Once his entire body was tan, the rest of the changes happened all at once.

His ass, breasts, and hair exploded outward from his body, as if they were being forced out. I was too distracted by those to notice that at the same time, the rest of his body had changed as well. Greg no longer stood before me, but a goddess.

Greg hadn't moved the entire time, not a muscle. But as soon as the last change took place, he looked over in my direction and smiled.

"Hello, lover," she said seductively. "I missed you in the shower. How about you put that video camera down and come make up for that."

I complied.

It wasn't the solution I was expecting. I don't even know if you would call this a solution, since my new roommate still wears my underwear. But I don't complain; she can wear whatever she wants.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Body and Soulmates: Chapter 4

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“Okay, but first… Your nipples are twice as sensitive.”

“What? Oooh, you bad…”

“You feel me give you a deep passionate kiss. You feel my lips pressed against yours, with my hand against the back of your head, pulling you towards me. You feel my bare chest against your breasts and the bulge of my crotch pressed against yours. You feel as we passionately make out. You feel as we stop for me to take off your shirt and bra, but begin to make out again, even more violently, your bare chest against mine. You feel me break the kiss and begin to kiss and bite your neck, moving up and down towards your shoulder. You feel as I continue to kiss down your chest towards your breasts.”

Andrew could hear Stephanie’s breathing become more labored, and then nothing at all. She must have dropped the phone.

On the other end, Steph could still feel Andrew kiss her breast, but became aware that he wasn’t moving from there, and that she could no longer hear him. She opened her eyes and realized Andrew really wasn’t there, but she could still feel him kissing her chest. She leaned over and picked up her dropped phone. All she said was, “I’m putting you on speaker.”

Andrew started right back up. “You feel me move down towards your right nipple, kissing more softly as I get there. You feel me move my left hand towards your left breast, massaging it as I kiss your right nipple, moving my tongue along it. You feel my mouth suck on your nipple, my tongue playing with the tip of your nipple,” Andrew paused. “Your breasts grow in size, but are no less sensitive.”

“Oh my god,” Andrew could hear Steph whisper.

“You feel that your pants and underwear are already off, and so are mine. You feel me move from your right nipple to your left as I move my right hand down along your stomach towards your crotch. You feel as I move two fingers along the lips of your vagina. You feel my fingers push inside your vagina, just part way. You feel them move up towards your clit, where you feel my fingers massage your clit. You still feel my lips and tongue on your left breast, licking and massaging your nipple.”

“Oh my god. Please enter me,” Steph’s breathing was very heavy, letting out a groan and a whimper with increasing frequency. “No more, no more. Do it, put your dick inside me.”

“You feel me remove my lips from your nipples and my hand from your vagina. You feel as I move to position my dick at the entrance to your vagina. You feel as I rub the head of my penis on your clit. You feel me slowly enter your vagina, inches at a time. You feel me suddenly push my dick deep within you vagina, all the way to the hilt.”

Stephanie let out a small shriek. Her breathing was becoming much faster paced.

“You feel my dick moving up and down within your vagina. You feel me laying on top of you, your breasts against my chest. You feel me kiss your neck as I continue to pump my dick in and out of your wet pussy.”

“Oh my god, Andrew. You’re dick is so big. Fuck me, Andrew. Faster, harder. Oh!” Steph nearly screamed it. But Andrew was focused on the fact that his dick was indeed larger now. Much larger. This gave him an idea.

“You feel my dick grow in thickness inside you.” Steph’s gasps and screams growing in intensity. “You feel me fuck you harder and harder, faster and faster. You feel my dick inside you, every ridge and vein, pumping within you. You feel…”

But at that moment, Andrew heard Steph scream in glorious orgasm. “You feel me orgasm inside you, pushing up against your crotch with great force.” Steph’s breathing was becoming less labored and more even as she came down from her orgasmic high. “You feel my dick remove itself from your vagina.”

“Oh my god, Andrew. That was amazing. I can’t believe you weren’t actually here.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Wow. Just give me a minute to come down from that. Oh my god, I’m still wearing clothes! That was so cool.”

“You know you made my dick bigger while we were doing that?”

Steph laughed, “I did? I’m sorry. Do you want me to bring it back down?

“No no. That’s okay. I’ll keep it for now,” Andrew joked. “You know, listening to you, I’m really horny again. You think you could…”

“Again? I suppose I could whip up something… You feel…”

Status Update: Return

I have returned. Hope all was well while I was away. I'm starting the week off with a trip to the Dollhouse, one of my new favorite shows on FOX. Hope you enjoy it. And maybe it will inspire you to go watch it and boost its ratings so it can come back for a second season.

In other news, I'm also posting a new chapter to Body and Soulmates. No TG yet, but don't worry, it's definitely coming.


-Whatever turns you on.

Things they do look awful cold.
I hope I die before I get old.
My Generation - The Who

Dollhouse: Replacement

Juan Diego, FBI had been investigating the Dollhouse for over a year now. It all started when he started looking into the missing persons report for one Elizabeth Allen. She had gone missing three years ago, and his only clue to go on was the word "Dollhouse."

Through extensive investigation, Juan was not able to find much. But he did find out that the Dollhouse was a super secret, super advanced brainwashing organization. They wiped people's memories so they could imprint new ones on them and send them out to fulfill the buyer's perverted fantasies.

Juan had tried time and time again to discover the location of the Dollhouse, and to find Elizabeth, but they were always three steps ahead of him. His search had even cost him his job.

But one day, Elizabeth came knocking at his door. And then she knocked him out.

Juan woke up tied to a reclined chair. A tall woman with auburn hair stood over him. A bright light was shining from somewhere, but Juan couldn't see where.

"Hello, Juan. Welcome to the Dollhouse."

Juan's eyes opened wide with shock. He had made it, but at what cost? "Where is Elizabeth Allen?"

"Do you mean Luna? Her contract expired two hours ago. Her last assignment was to bring you in," the lady smiled. She had wonderful teeth, and a heavy English accent. "She is once again a free woman, allowed to live her life as if nothing had ever happened. A substantially richer life, I might add."

"Her contract? She didn't sign up to have her memory wiped every day."

"Why of course not. We recruited her. But she did sign her life to us for the last three years."

"You brainwashed her."

"In a way, yes we did. But she helped fulfill the dreams of many many people. I dare say, she has become very popular during that time. And that, of course, brings us to why you are here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I did not bring you here just so I could spill all my company's secrets to a sorry excuse for an FBI agent," she stopped and smiled. There was no menace there. "I mean, that you are to become Luna's replacement."


"Well, we can't have you going back and telling all our secrets. And we certainly don't want to kill you. No, you're much more useful to us this way."

"You're going to make me a doll?"

"Not just any doll: Luna."

Juan couldn't speak. He knew their technology was advanced...but this?

"We have the technology to remove a person's memories and replace them as we see fit. It's not too much a stretch of the imagination that we have that technology as well."

"You'll never get away with this. I'll stop you!"

She laughed, "Oh my dear boy. You can't stop me, it's already happened."


"We've injected you with the proper nanotechnology that will turn your body into an exact duplicate of Luna's," she explained. She showed him the remote in her hands. "All I have to do is press this button."

And she pressed it. Juan's body immediately exploded into many fast paced changes. He could feel each and every muscle and hair morph around him. His hair sprung out around his head, his skin complexion lightened and smoothened. The stubble on his face was gone, and so was his leg hair. His shoulders and waist pulled in, and his ass pushed out. He could feel breasts forcing themselves out of his chest and his arms lose their muscle mass.

Juan tried to yell as he writhed under the straps, but all that came out was a little squeak as his voice cracked. His dick had shrunk and pulled inside of him. He had changed into a woman. But he didn't have time to admire the changes to his body.

"I hope you enjoy your new body, Juan. But you won't for long. Now it is time to take away your memories," the strange woman walked away from him. "Goodbye."

"No!" Juan yelled out in a voice that was much too high. "You can't leave me like this!"

He saw her press another button on her remote as she walked out of the room, and darkness closed in around him.

"Hello, Luna."

"Did I fall asleep?" Luna's voice was innocent and beautiful, like a child's. Her mind had no memories, wiped clean except for the few bare essentials.

"For a little while."

"Shall I go now?" Soon she would be given a new set of memories to complete her first assignment.

"If you'd like."

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Status Update VI

No updates for a bit, folks. My long-time long distance girlfriend is coming up for the weekend. And...seeing as how she doesn't know I have these little fantasies, I won't be able to write any new posts until after the weekend.

Until then, keep it real. I'll be enjoying some intense heterosexual non-TG-related coital. See you on the flip side.


-Whatever turns you on.

And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

What the Hell is Going On?

This just didn't make any sense!

I don't remember anything before last night. Nothing to explain why I'm someone else's house. Nothing to explain why I was alone in said house. And definitely nothing to explain why I now had breasts and a pussy!

Why can't I remember anything? This shouldn't even be possible! There's no way I can be a woman. There's just no fucking way.

This has to be a dream. Ow! Fuck. No, pinching myself didn't wake me up. Think, dammit, think! Who was I with last night, where did I go?

Wait, how do I know it's only been one night? Maybe they drugged me and kept me sedated while they put me through surgery to make me a woman. I could have been out of it for months!

Or maybe this is all in my mind. Maybe I just secretly wanted to be a woman and didn't know it and now my mind is forcing my ideal world to the forefront.

Or maybe I was sucked into an alternate reality where I'm a wo...

"Did you have to shoot her with a tranquilizer dart?"

"No, but she was starting to annoy me."

"Great. That's real professional."

"You would have done it if you had the gun."

"Whatever, looks like the mind changes haven't taken affect yet."

"Yeah, well let's take her back up to her room and let her sleep it off. Maybe when she wakes up she won't be so damn yappity."

"A pleasure to work with you, as always."

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Body and Soulmates: Chapter 3

“It’s kinda ironic, don’t you think?” Andrew asked Steph the next day on the phone. They had spent the majority of the night changing each other back and forth, but finally went to bed when they both agreed that they needed to go to school in the morning.

“How’s that?”

“If you’re soul mates, that means you’re supposed to love each other as they are. And we’ve been given the power to change each other however we want.”

“Perhaps only by becoming soul mates can we be trusted to trust each other with such complete control of each other’s bodies. With any other person I’d be scared to give such personal access to my body, but I know I can trust you with this power. Just like I know you can trust me.”

“Of course I can.”

“So. Do you wanna try something different tonight?” Steph had that tone that suggested she already had something in mind.

“Sure. How different?”

“Well, I thought that we’d have phone sex. But with the added benefit of that little gift we have.”

”You mean the one that makes your breasts bigger?” Andrew laughed. But he could hear her gasp a little. “Whoops. Accident.”

“No, it’s okay,” she breathed. “But you should sit down. I’ve been thinking about this since our conversation last night, and I’m so horny I could burst. Okay. Close your eyes. Now, you feel me kissing you on the lips, a deep passionate kiss with just a little bit of tongue. You feel me take off your shirt and give you little kisses down your neck, down your chest and your stomach, until I reach your pants. You feel me take off your pants and lower your boxers. You feel me wrap my mouth around your dick, and you feel as I slowly lick the sides of your penis, focusing a lot on the tip. I kiss it and lick it and use my hand to pump your shaft while my lips and tongue work your tip. You feel as I take the your penis in my mouth, and bob up and down on it. You feel me go faster and faster until…”

But Andrew was too far-gone. Andrew hadn’t taken off any of his clothes, but he felt as if he was naked, getting the greatest blowjob ever from his girlfriend. He didn’t open his eyes, and did his best to keep the phone up to his ear. Soon enough he climaxed, and Steph could hear his grunts and pants on her side of the phone. It turned her on to have this kind of control. And she was proud of herself that she could make him cum without ever touching him.

Still panting, Andrew brought the phone back up to his ear. “That…was amazing.”

“I’m glad,” Steph replied. “Aren’t you proud of me?”

“Very. We should do that again.”

“I can always make you ready to go again… but I think you should do me first.”

“I can do that. Ready?”

Lesbian Vampires

Sam had unwittingly walked right into the vampires' trap, and now he was strung up in the middle of their lair. There were four of them, all women. Rather hot women too, but Sam wasn't really in a position to do much with that. The tallest of them stepped forward.

"Hello, love. My name's Darla," she purred with a slight English accent. "What's yours?"

"Go to hell."

"Oh... well that's not very polite," she said as the other vampires snickered behind her.

"Screw polite," Sam growled. "You killed my brother."

"Killed? Now my dear boy, I don't kill human men," Darla turned and held out her hand to the others. The smallest of the group stepped forward and took her hand. She was small, with short brown hair and mousy features. They embraced each other in a passionate kiss. Darla turned and looked Sam directly in the eyes. "I turn them."

"You don't mean..."

"So disgusting men are. Especially you human ones."

"You bitch! Where is he? Show me my brother!"

"Why my dear boy, you're looking at her."

Sam looked at the unfamiliar female vampire still within Darla's embrace, and the realization hit him.


"Hello, little brother," the woman smiled menacingly and mockingly. "Do you like what they've done with me?"

"This can't be..."

"Believe it," Darla interrupted. The female vampire who used to be Wesley stepped back to join the rest of her group. "And now your fate will be the same as hers."

Before Sam could protest, Darla was on him, her teeth embedded in his neck. The pain was excruciating. He tried to push her off, but his strength was rapidly being drained with his blood. All he could do was hang there as Darla sucked him dry. But then she stopped. Sam, still hanging by his hands, had no energy even to lift his head.

Darla took a knife and cut a small hole in the side of her neck. The blood dripped slowly down her shoulder. "Now drink," she ordered. Sam tried to resist, but he didn't have the energy. He could feel his last vestiges of life leave him. Darla moved her bleeding neck up to his mouth. A drop of her blood touched his lips, and he could feel the life in it. Even with such a small drop, he could feel his energy returning. He drank hungrily, as if this was his first meal in weeks. He sucked and sucked, welcoming the warm blood into his body.

He could feel the changes as he drank. The new blood coursing through his body was changing it. He could feel his face change, his features becoming softer and his hair becoming longer. The changes moved down his body, where his neck thinned and his grunts from drinking became more high pitched. His shoulders and arms were much thinner, and he could feel his nipples puff out and balloon into very large breasts. His waist pulled in and his hips flared out. As his legs became longer and smoother, a void was formed where his manhood used to exist.

As the last change occurred, Darla pulled her neck away and ordered the others to let the new vampire down. Darla went and stood in front of her, "now, isn't this so much better?"

"So much better, Darla," she whispered. "Thank you."

Darla smiled as she pulled her new minion closer. "Of course, darling. Now, what shall we call you?"
*Pictures taken from movie stills of Lesbian Vampire Killers*

Monday, April 20, 2009


"Look what you did to me!"

"Oh believe me, I'm looking."

"Wow, I'm so beautiful. The spell even changed my clothes?"

"Yeah, and it affects your mind as well."

"What? How? When?"

"Whenever I want. Your mind is very suggestible now. Why don't you take off your clothes to get a better look at yourself?"

As Austin took off his shorts, "no I don't think I will, Brian. Just change me back before I do something I regret."

"Like what, Austin? Like how you want to suck my cock. Like how you want my cock to fill you up. Like how being a man wasn't very much fun and now you want to stay a woman forever."

"What? No..." Austin's mind was reeling. He couldn't keep track of which thoughts were his and which were being put into his head.

Brian kept going, "Why don't you come sit next to me. You want to touch my cock don't you? You want to suck it, don't you? You want to put your mouth around it and suck it. You want to taste my cum."

"Please no," Austin whispered as he leaned in towards his former best friend's dick.

"You love sucking cock. You want nothing more than to please me sexually. You're turned on by my dick and the thought of being fucked by it. You never want to be a man again. You love being a woman. And your new name is Audrey. You love that, don't you Audrey?"

"Mmhmm," was all Audrey could say as she worked hard on Brian's dick. She loved sucking her master's cock, and as the last vestiges of Austin receded to the back of her mind, she was so thankful that she got to be the one to suck it.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Body and Soulmates : Chapter 2

“Dear Stephanie,
If you are reading this, it means that I am no longer around to tell you this in person. And for that I am sorry. I do not know what the future holds, and I hope you will never find the need to read this letter.

You have a gift, my daughter, a beautiful and magical gift that is bestowed upon every woman in our family when they turn 21. I have it, just as your grandmother did before me. We don’t know why our family line has this wonderful trait flowing through our blood, but we do not question it.

As you will discover, when you find your soul mate, you and he (or she, if you decide to follow the example of your great-aunt Rose) will be able to alter each other’s bodies. By speaking the thing you wish to change out loud, it will be so on him. You need not be in his presence, but he does need to hear it. We have discovered over the years that changes can occur even over a phone call. You cannot affect his mind, not that you would want to, but you can affect how his body feels or what it is feeling.

I love you, my darling. And I wish you the every happiness with your future soul mate that I experience with your father every day.


“Wow,” was all Andrew could say. “We’re soul mates then?”

“Of course. We can change each other. Why wouldn’t we be?”

“No reason, it’s just kinda nice to take the mystery away,” Andrew said. He felt relieved; he knew he should be with Steph, beyond a doubt. He looked into Steph’s eyes, and she looked back, smiling with a small tear rolling down her cheek. “I love you, Steph.”

“I love you, too,” after a minute, she spoke up again. “Do you think we should try some more changes?”

“Might as well. What did your mom mean by ‘how his body feels or what it is feeling?’”

“I don’t know, but we should try something simple. How about…you feel cold.”

Suddenly, it felt like Andrew was standing naked outside in the cold. He started shivering. “Okay, it works. Please c-c-change it back.”

She did. Andrew again felt comfortable in the warmth of his apartment. “My turn. I say… that you feel like I’m holding your hand.”

“Oh wow! Andrew, I can feel you as if you were right here. But there’s no hand there. I can’t touch it with my other hand, only with the hand you’re already holding. This is so amazing. Do you realize what we could do with something like this?

Status Update V

After much scouring of the internets, I've decided not to include pictures with my new multi-chaptered story "Body and Soulmates."

I've come to the conclusion that no picture I use would be consistent enough with the tone I am trying to create. I want this to be an intimate story between young lovers strained by long distance who have been blessed with a gift that will bring them closer together, despite the physical distance between them. And any picture that I used would only cheapen the story as a whole. I may or may not throw in some other unrelated caps along the way to make up for the lack of pictures.


-Whatever turns you on.

And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadows taller than our soul,
There walks a lady we all know,
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Body and Soulmates : Chapter 1

Andrew and Steph had been going out for almost five years now. Since their sophomore year in high school, they've been nothing but close. They stayed together for college, even though she went to UC: San Diego and he went to UC: Berkeley. People always asked them how they made it work, but it was really quite easy for them, since they loved each other.

It was also made easier by the fact that they didn't see each other as often as couples who lived together. It was hard not to see each other for extended periods of time, but those weekends when they were together were made all the more intimate and special by it.

But now, at the end of their junior year, they were both feeling lonely. They loved seeing each other, and loved being with each other, but it seemed like there would be no end to the long distance aspect of their relationship. It didn't help that everything in the media was telling them that serious relationships at a young age were dangerous.

Andrew didn't like talking about marriage, and Steph didn't push it on him. They both knew that they had another year of college and undetermined graduate plans after that. Kids and marriage wouldn't enter the picture until much, much later. He didn’t even know if he wanted to go that far with her. They got along so well, but what if there was another, closer girl that he got along with better?

They weren't together on Steph's 21st birthday. They knew they wouldn't be, but Andrew set aside a lot of time to talk to her on the phone. When he picked up, she seemed way more excited than usual.

"Andrew! Something way weird happened today! But it's also exciting, in a weird way. Do you know what I mean? I don't even know what I mean. I mean, this is so cool, but it freaks me out. And I haven't told anyone yet, but..."

"Steph!" Andrew had to stop her; she would have gone on forever. "What is it?"

"We can change each other!"

Andrew paused, he knew that Steph didn’t like having smallish boobs, but he didn’t know she was taking an active interest in fixing that. “Oh? Um, how?”

“I don’t know! But I think you can change my body any way you want to. And I can change yours! You see, I just got a letter from my mom!”

“But your mom…”

“Is dead, I know. But my aunt just came by and gave me the letter from my mom. She said her mom told her to give it to me on my 21st birthday. It told me what we can do.”

“Which is?” Andrew was having a hard time believing they could change each other’s bodies. But on the other hand, he hadn’t heard be so excited before.

“Well, if we are talking to each other, or looking at each other, we can change stuff. But we have to say it out loud. Here, let me show you,” she paused to think. “I know, you have huge biceps!”

All of a sudden, Andrew’s arms swelled in size. He couldn’t believe how big his biceps were, and in less than a minute. Andrew was speechless.

Steph was ecstatic. “Oh my god! It worked! It worked it worked it worked! I wasn’t sure it would work, and it did! Do something to me! Come on, do it!”

Andrew was still in a semi-state of shock, but his mind could still think of something dirty. “Your boobs are bigger!”

On his screen, he could see Steph’s breasts swell up under her shirt. Steph had had smallish breasts, but now they were at least twice their regular size. Luckily for Steph, her outfit didn’t require a bra.

“Wow,” he said. “”

Steph laughed, “I didn’t know you were a boob man.”

“I didn’t know I had the option,” Andrew laughed back.

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“It’s incredible! But how is this even possible?”

Status Update IV

I may have taken a couple liberties with dates and magic and such with my last story, but it was fun to write.

But it is true that men cross-dressed in Gold Rush California. Something new I learned this week. Whether or not Levi Strauss was a wizard is still up for debate.


-Whatever turns you on.

It's much too early but it's time to go.
I love you more than you'll ever know,
Than you'll ever know.
January Heart - Carina Round

Levi's Jeans

Jeans were an important part of the Gold Rush culture. Levi Strauss moved to San Francisco in 1853 to open a Western branch of his brother's New York dry goods store. His company would come to be known as Levi Strauss & Co., with their most marketable product: Levi's Jeans. Soon he was selling denim overalls and pants to the gold-hungry 49ers.

But during his time, San Francisco was not a gender-balanced place. The men there had crossed countless miles of dangerous terrain in the small hope of striking it rich and bringing safety through money back to their wives and family.

And because of this, there were not many women in the area. Many men resorted to cross-dressing during parties, where it was socially acceptable for men to dance with other cross-dressed men.

Little known to most of the world, Levi Strauss, best known for the Levi's brand, was also a wizard. He saw that the men needed real women to help offset the daily failures of empty sacks. To help, he created a pair of jeans unlike any other. Any man who wore them would turn into a woman, and an extremely attractive one at that. The jeans also changed the man's mind to match his new body.

Levi only made one pair of his magical Levi's jeans. They slowly made their way around San Francisco, turning unknowing men into attractive female versions of themselves. Levi kept track of the pants as their effects were easily apparent to him.

One day, however, Levi realized that he hadn't seen any new changes in quite some time. But this did not worry him anymore. The increase in new workers and discovered gold had created a booming center of commerce in San Francisco. And with a new city, came security, so men were more willing to take their wives along for the ride. Levi's jeans were no longer needed.


A hundred sixty years later, Lee found them, but he didn't know it at the time. His grandmother had passed away, and it was his family's job to go through her things. They spent days going through her house, deciding what to toss, what to sell, what to keep. Lee was given the attic. That's where he found them, of course. They looked to be his size, a little beat up and torn, but good. Lee threw them in the "keep" pile.

After logging many hours there, his grandmother's house was packed up. They took our boxes home and collapsed. It was supposed to be part of the grieving process, but it was more work than anything. Lee hadn't even known her that well. Oh well, it was done.

Lee went up to my room with his one box of her stuff that went to him. He took out the jeans, dusted them off, and tried them on to make sure they fit.

The jeans fit really well, but as soon as the button was fastened, the jeans seemed to shrink on him. It was quite sudden, but they kept shrinking, even when his balls were being squished under their power. He fumbled with the button, to try and get them off, but nothing would budge. The jeans just wouldn't come off. The jeans kept shrinking, and Lee along with them. He could feel his legs change, and his penis get pressed up against his groin. Lee's ass didn't shrink after a certain point, however. It even seemed to get bigger. It was pretty apparent what was about to happen: he was going to turn into a girl.

Lee was seeing everything in slow motion, like those few nanoseconds before you get into a car crash. He could see the changes move up his body as his waist thinned and his abs flattened. Moving up, he could feel his chest balloon and push away from his body. Two enormous breasts were growing there. From there, Lee's arms, hands, and shoulders thinned and lost muscle mass. His voice grew in pitch when the changes reached his neck and his face distorted itself to match his new body. Hair cascaded down his back.

Lee looked in the mirror, seeing his new body with disbelief. But then the final change hit him, the one that would change his mind. It made him dizzy, but when his head cleared, there was no longer a Lee.

Instead, Lilah stood there, admiring her body in the mirror. She went and picked out a shirt to go with her form-hugging jeans. Lilah was ready to go out and please the men around her.

All thanks, to Levi's magical pair of jeans.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Status Update III

Yeah, that last one was definitely just an excuse to use my favorite picture. A good use for it, I think.

And I had way too much fun thinking of different ways to misuse a bodysuit. Bodysuits have always been my favorite storylines, and you can definitely expect to see more of them in the future.


-Whatever turns you on.

All I ever wanted, all I ever needed,
Is here in my arms.
Words are very unnecessary.
They can only do harm.
Enjoy the Silence - Lacuna Coil

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Bodysuit Experiments

I found the bodysuit in my attic. It was pretty strange considering it felt like skin, but that was it. It was just skin. After examining it, I stuck my hand inside the hand of the suit. Even the inside felt the like skin, it was so smooth. The suit was definitely of a woman.

As soon as my fingers touched the inside tips of the suit's fingers, like putting on a glove, it felt different. It felt as if I wasn't even wearing the suit. I touched the hand to the table next to me, and I could feel it as if it was my own skin!

I peeled back the suit to reveal my own hand once again. Instead of being freaked out, I was intrigued. I wanted to know how far I could take this. So I experimented different parts of my body. The back of the suit was open, a part from the ass to neck. I stuck a foot in and found it to be my own. It was so cool to have a woman's foot just sitting there, attached to my very male body!

I tried all sorts of things, like putting my head inside the head covering. If I moved lowered the neck, I could feel the changes take place. I sung an even tone and listened as my voice rose in pitch every time I lowered the neck of the suit. I took my head out, and stuck my chest against the inside of the suit's. I had breasts! And such magnificent breasts they were.

I didn't try putting on the whole suit yet. I still had other, slightly less conventional ideas. I put my left hand in the suit's right hand. All of sudden, I had to right hands! It was so weird, I could even write with the suit's hand. I put my hand inside one of the legs all the way down to a foot. I really didn't think this would work, but there it was, a foot and very nice leg growing out of my shoulder. I put the chest of my suit on my back, and felt as breasts formed there on my back. From that idea, I put the legs of the suit on backwards and pulled the suit up to my waist. Not only did I have a vagina, but my ass was on my front, with my feet sticking out behind me! I stuck both my legs into one. I lay there on the floor looking as my waist continued into one fine looking leg.

I was having way too much fun with this. But I didn't care. And why stop there? A whole flood of kinky ideas were bombarding my head. But I thought it time to go that step I had been putting off. I put the suit on correctly, one foot at a time, left hand, then the right. Each time, I could feel the suits skin replace mine. My ass was perfectly formed, my abs were toned, my breasts were magnificent.

I closed the back of the suit up to the neck, took a deep breath, and pulled the face over mine. I felt as the tabs connected, and the suit sealed up around me. And then it wasn't a suit. It was my skin. It was me. And I was beautiful. Boy, was I going to have fun with this body.


Randall and Mark were twin brothers who decided to backpack through Europe together. They hit all the high points, crashed on floors, and stayed in hostels. But one hostel proved to be quite different from the others. It was in Amsterdam, a hostel that seemed too good to be true. Cheap prices, cheap meals, great parties, and naked women everywhere. The only catch was that the lady who owned the place said guests were only allowed to stay one night.

Randall and Mark could barely contain themselves. They stayed for a day and a night, but didn't want to leave the next day. They had each gotten massive amounts of head, sex, ass, everything. How could they leave a place like this?

So they formed a plan. They would leave as instructed, but would sneak back in that night. They both snuck in with no problem, and the girls there were again very excited to see them. All the girls surrounded Mark and Randall, enveloping them in folds of smooth skin and soft breasts. They went to sleep that night deep within those folds.

Daisy and Mary are still at the hostel, working there and pleasing the guests who come and go. They couldn't be happier in the presence of other beautiful women like themselves. And the sex was just magical.

Other guests tried to stay just as they had, and those guests became permanent residents, just like the twins once named Mark and Randall.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Status Update II

I'm in a mood, in case you couldn't tell. I need to see someone I know so we can talk or something. This whole acquaintance thing isn't very much fun. I'm just glad I have this outlet to vent/be creative.


-Whatever turns you on.

So now you're gone.
And I was wrong.
I never knew what it was like,
To be alone
On a Valentine's Day!
Valentine's Day - Linkin Park


I lived alone. I ate alone. I worked alone. I spent my nights watching movies at home, never attempting to venture out and meet people or try and fill the lonely hole in my heart. I could talk to people, I could just never force myself to go those few extra steps and get to know someone beyond the mundane.

But then I found the medallion. And I changed my body to match someone who might be more outgoing. I thought that maybe with a change of perspective, I could be more brave and get to know people a little bit more.

It was a bigger change than I had imagined, becoming a woman. I was beautiful, and I felt slightly more confident with that knowledge. I forced myself to go out and complete my daily routine as a completely different person, and just for that accomplishment I felt better about myself.

I even talked with this nice guy in one of my classes. We seemed to get along just fine, I even invited him back to my apartment to continue our conversation.

He didn't force himself on me, but I didn't make a move to stop him. Despite the strangeness of the experience, I enjoyed the intimacy with him. It was nice to be close to somebody for once, to feel something.

He wasn't there when I woke up in the morning. Only the stain showed that anyone besides myself had ever been there. I walked downstairs to see if he was really gone. A step above the bottom, I sat down.

It doesn't matter who I am. Nothing changes. I am alone.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Bodysuit Fun

The very latest in bodysuit technology: Bodysuit Inc.'s new body model RL240X. Not only did it turn a man into a fully functional female, but it was the special sex edition (thus the addition of the 'X' on the end of the name), which allowed someone to take it off, even if it got semen on it. No getting stuck as a woman forever for me, Mark thought as he opened the box. He had paid top dollar for this bit of technology. And in waiting for the package to arrive, Mark had memorized all its specs.

The model Mark had chosen was just to his specifications. In fact, after he had registered his purchase, Bodysuit Inc. had contacted him personally to ask him if it one of their defaults. He had agreed of course. Why deny others the chance to have such a perfect body?

He tried it on immediately. The skin felt strange against his own. It was tight, and it pressed against his groin and waist, but loose around his ass and chest. But he expected that. He fit his arms and fingers into those of the suit. The head of the suit hung down on his chest, and Mark felt slightly ridiculous looking like a man in a latex woman suit. But he zipped up his back and pulled the head over his. There were two tabs, one on the neck and the other on the back. As soon as they met, the suit was pulled in and pushed out all at once. It pressed against his face enough so he had to close his eyes.

All of a sudden the pressure subsided, and he was no longer wearing the skin. No, it was his skin. Mark was a she. But he didn't get long to admire his new body before both his roommates came walking into his room.

"Who are you?" his roommate Rob asked.

"Um, Mary. I'm Mark's...cousin." Mary suddenly became very conscious of how naked she was, and of the tents in each of their pants.

"Where's he?"

"Um, he went out for a bit." Mary stopped, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to test out his new suit. It was the X model for a reason. He could feel his nipples tighten and his pussy moisten. It was ready to be filled.

"I was just getting more comfortable," Mary smiled seductively. "How about you boys do the same and then come join me in the bedroom?"

She sauntered back into Mark's room, taking pains to swing her ass just a little bit more with each step. She stopped at the doorway and turned slightly. "I'll be waiting."

Status Update I

I think it's funny that every time I try to write a cap, it ends up coming out as a story. And with this last storyline, I intended to write a story about as long as the previous intended caps. What resulted were three very long posts. So much for that idea. Not that I mind, mind you. I like the longer posts, but maybe I should just focus on writing caps so I don't end up writing an epic poem. Really, these last three posts were just an excuse to use my plethora of sexy images. And a mighty good excuse they turned out to be.

I think I should work with some pictures that are much more explicit. I'm not opposed to them and I definitely plan on doing some caps with some full frontal shots and/or sex scenes. I haven't written any yet, but I'm gonna try.


-Whatever turns you on.

1, 2, 3, 4 can I have a little more?
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 I love you.
All Together Now - The Beatles

Friday, April 10, 2009

Rings of Power: The Photoshoot Part III

We changed bodies often. With the sexy shots of me being taken and the large differences in the female body type I was experiencing, I was beginning to feel at home in a woman's body. I liked how the breeze felt across my skin, I liked how I looked every time Tyler changed me. I liked how Tyler looked at me in his own constantly changing female body. I loved how I felt sexy and powerful, yet delicate and seductive.

Time flew by, and all of a sudden it was getting dark out. I wasn't ready to stop. Tyler felt the same way. But we both needed to eat. We didn't change back to our male bodies before we went to the kitchen.

I was feeling flushed. The day's activities hadn't worn me out. Instead I felt invigorated and ready for more. And horny. Really really horny. I walked over to the sink to get myself a glass of water. I took a large gulp and set down the glass on the counter. But when I turned around, Tyler was standing there less than a foot away from me, completely naked. We were approximately the same height now. Tyler leaned in and kissed me, a deep, tongue-filled kiss. And I nearly melted under its power.


"Shh. Don't call me that now." Tyler's face was flushed as well. And beautiful. "Let's just give in and do it. I'm so horny I could burst."

"I know, me too. But no, it's just weird." And while it was weird, I wanted it just as much as he did. Tyler sensed this, but he used some more of the ring's power to convince me.

All of a sudden my breasts expanded even further than the enormous size they already were. Not only that, but I could feel my nipples become much more sensitive. I gasped in surprise and lust. I didn't know that Tyler still had the gold ring. I was beginning not to care.

Tyler reached over and cupped each of my breasts over my bra. I couldn't help but breathe harder and push against his hands. "Please..." I breathed.

"What? What do you want?" Tyler whispered.

"Again. Bigger, do it again." I reached behind me to let my breasts escape my bra. As soon as they were free, Tyler enlarged them even further. He leaned in and kissed one of them. My knees almost buckled. I gave in. We passionately made out and groped each other's bodies for what seemed like eternity. She began to massage my clit, and it was all I could do to not scream out.

Of course I did all I could to return the favor to Tyler, but the changes she implemented on me kept me from keeping a clear head. I orgasmed three times from her tongue and hands. I wanted her to keep going, but she stopped me and told me it was her turn. I moved to lick her pussy, but stopped when I felt a pressure around my groin. I looked down to see something growing there. She had given me back my dick, only now it was huge! And she, judging from the way she was laying, she wanted me to fuck her with it. And fuck her I did. We went for hours, fucking in different positions. All throughout the process, she's orgasm or scream out and I would change. I didn't really care at the time, but I could feel myself grow longer hair, or my breasts grow even larger, or my ass get bigger. At one time she made my legs stronger so I could pump her harder.

I woke up in the morning laying with my back on the floor, my nipples pointed at the ceiling. I could feel Tyler stir towards my crotch once again. I was surprised to see that I once again had a vagina. I took this chance to steal the gold ring off of Tyler's finger and replace it with the silver ring from my finger. Now it was my chance to have a huge dick inside me.

Tyler smiled at me with her beautiful smile and I gave her a dick bigger than the one she had given me. I turned and presented myself for her. She did not hesitate.


I didn't know where my photography career was gonna go, or if I would ever make any money again. But I did know that I would never go back to my male body ever again. And I knew Tyler wouldn't either. We would be constantly changing women forever, fucking each other silly on the kitchen floor until the end of time.

Rings of Power: The Photoshoot Part II

"What? I thought I was taking pictures of you first."

"Ha! No. I told you, you're doing this with me. Now gimme"

I threw him the gold ring. And he threw me the silver one.

As soon as I put it on, my chest ballooned out under my T-shirt. They didn't stop expanding until I was even bigger than Tyler.

"I suppose that would be revenge?"

"You suppose correctly. Now shush."

It seemed like Tyler would change everything about me all at once. My waist contracted, my hair grew longer, my legs lost all their hair, my face rearranged itself. I could feel my insides move around and make room for my new female organs, my shoulders and arms diminish in muscle. By the end of all the changes, I was all around smoother and... something I hadn't expected.

"I'm taller!" I had to stop in surprise as I brought my hand up to my throat. I didn't expect my voice to be this... sexy.

"Of course your taller. All the best models are taller."

"Oh." I walked over to the mirror just as Tyler had, but I spent a considerably longer time looking at the changes. I was gorgeous. I was so lost looking into my own eyes I didn't notice Tyler sneak up behind me to pinch my ass.

"Ah!" I shrieked. "What the hell... Why are you naked?"

"Um, because I'm a man in a woman's body. Why are you not?" Tyler was still giggling at my girlish scream. "Now get out of those guy clothes and let's take some pictures!"

"Okay, just let me get the box of clothes from my closet."

"Clothes? Didn't we just go over this, like, 2 seconds ago?"

"Yes clothes. This is my career, so we're doing this my way. And we're doing tasteful photos." I walked towards the closet, but stopped and turned. "By the way, you should give me the gold ring."


"Because I know you. And I know you'll just change me as soon as you're bored."

Tyler smiled that beautiful smile. "You know me too well."

From then on it was all business. Well for me at least. Tyler was having way too much fun striking poses for the camera. I enjoyed taking pictures of him, after all, he had a wonderful body, and her poses were jaw-dropping. I took so many pictures, I had to empty my memory card onto my laptop more than once.

I also started to enjoy being on the other side of the camera. At first I was awkward attempting to pose in similar positions as Tyler, but I was finding that I was getting the hang of it. On this side of the camera, Tyler was in charge. He told me how to sit or stand, how much hair should be in front of my face, how open my mouth should be. Pretty soon, I began to enjoy his directions, and took them to heart. I was feeling like a pro.

"Alright, let's change," said Tyler suddenly.

"Okay, let me get the box with the clothes."

"No no. Our bodies. Let's test out some other hot women." Tyler's smirk was undeniable, even if he was a woman.

Rings of Power: The Photoshoot Part I

I was the one who found the rings. I knew what they were capable of. I just didn't know what to do with them. Because I was at a loss, I did what I always did, I asked Tyler.

Tyler was a professional photographer and my best friend of, like, forever. I was always the shy one as a kid, he was the outgoing one. But even with our obvious differences in personality, we've always been close. So when I showed him the rings, it was understandable that he would have an idea instantly.

"Let's use them to turn each other into chicks!"

"Wait, what?" This wasn't really what I thought he would have in mind.

"No, dude, think about it."

I paused. "Okay I did. I repeat my previous question."

"We can use these rings to get your photography career off the ground! You're not gonna get anywhere taking pictures of streams and shit. And this way, you won't even have to pay for models!"

I had to stop and seriously consider it. It did make some sense, in a Tyler sort of way. "But why am I turning into a girl too?"

"Why not?" Tyler laughed. "Besides, I'm not gonna turn into a chick by myself, so you're gonna do it with me."

Knowing Tyler, I there was no way to say no. So I agreed. "On the condition that you go first."

"Fine fine you pussy," Tyler smiled. "Here, give me the silver ring."

I threw him the silver ring, and I put on the gold one. From the note that came with the rings, I knew that Tyler couldn't take off his ring until I took off mine and gave it to him. As long as he wore the gold ring, he could take off the silver ring. But whoever wore the gold ring could change the body of the person who wore the silver ring. That meant I could change him into whoever I wanted. I concentrated, and he changed.

First his hair grew longer, lightening as it went to a dirty blonde. His features softened, his lips puffing out slightly and his eyes just a little bit wider. As the changes accelerated, his neck, shoulders, and arms became much more slender, losing almost all their hair.

Tyler grunted. His voice had already changed. "Oh, wow. This is actually working. To be honest I didn't think it would."

"Then why'd you want to do this?"

"As soon as it didn't work I was gonna call you queer or something," he laughed in his much higher and sexier laugh.

"Yeah, for that you're gonna get some big breasts." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, breasts practically exploded from Tyler's once manly chest. I decided to quicken the process, so I imagined the whole body of who I wanted. All at once, Tyler's legs lengthened and smoothened, his feet becoming quite dainty, his hips flared out and his waist shrank. He even lost a couple of inches in height. And although I couldn't see it, I knew from Tyler's expression that his package was no longer present.

As soon as all the changes were complete, Tyler walked over to the mirror, checked himself out for a moment, turned to me, and struck a pose. He sure is taking this pretty easily, I thought.

"Okay, you're turn."

Thursday, April 9, 2009

LOST and Found

"What do you mean you're Charlie?" Sawyer exclaimed.

"I mean that I'm Charlie."

"But Charlie died over three years ago in that underwater Dharma station..." Sawyer just couldn't comprehend what this person was telling him. "And even if you survived, there's no way you could look like...this."

"Well, Sawyer, I was nearly killed by a one-eyed Russian with a grenade in an underwater research station run by Island natives. I was in love with an Australian who ditched her baby and became a mystical protector of the Island with her father, and he also happens to be Jack's father. The only person protecting me from death before that was an English lunatic who, before being able to see how I would die, spent years pressing a button every 108 minutes to keep the world from ending. We were careening through time like a skipping record until Locke flipped a mystical switch that stopped it but sent him off the Island to get the other six who left, who now want to come back, even though they went through all the trouble to get off in the first place, like surviving a helicopter crash after their ship blew up and the Island disappeared. And you yourself are a leader of the Dharma Initiative in the 1970's. So, you tend to take these things in stride."

"But you're a woman."

"Yeah, like I said." Charlie smiled.

"Yeah I suppose you're right. Stranger things have happened," Sawyer smirked right back. "Hey, wanna say hello to a 10-year-old Benjamin Linus? Oh, and then I'll show you the sonar fence that protects us from the giant black smoke monster."

"Sounds great!"

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Two Bodies in One

Ryan had found it first. It was like a skin. Definitely a woman's skin. It felt smooth to the touch, almost like plastic, but much more delicate. He slipped his hand into the skin's arm, and found that as soon as his fingers touched the inside tips of the skin's, the skin fit him perfectly. But that didn't make any sense, this skin was of a full-grown woman, and he was only 14. It was as if the skin magically changed the wearer to fit the skin.

Not only that, but he could swear he wasn't actually wearing anything from his elbow down. He brought the hand to his face, and it felt as if a woman was touching him, and he was that woman. Ryan peeled off the skin, revealing that he did indeed still have his own hand. Ryan thought about what it would be like to put the entire skin on.

"Whatchu you got there?"

Ryan jumped. He hadn't heard his twin brother, Wyatt, come in. "Nothing!" he said as he attempted to hide it behind his back.

"Liar! What is it?"

Ryan sighed, he knew this wouldn't be a secret for long. Wyatt and Ryan were close as brothers could be. They fought all the time, but it was always in good fun. If there was anyone he would share his discovery with, it was Wyatt. So he explained and demonstrated what he had found.

"I wanna try it on!" Wyatt said in excitement.

"No way! I found it, I get to try it on first."

Thus began their inevitable quarreling over who would get to wear the magical skin first. They each pulled at the skin, which stretched around them as they pushed and pulled. Soon, Ryan found his left arm inside the arm of the suit, and he noticed that Wyatt was also fighting with the skin's hand and not his own. Not only that, but his legs were being wrapped up in the skin.

"Wyatt! Wait!"

They both stopped fighting long enough to realize the skin was all around them, enveloping them. Both of Ryan's legs were inside one of the skin's, and now his legs seemed impossibly long. From his waist down, Ryan only felt one leg. The skin's.

"Ryan, what's happening?" Wyatt asked in earnest.

"I don't know, but we gotta stop it from getting the rest of us!"

But no matter how much they struggled or pulled at the skin, it enveloped them all the more with a mind of it's own. Soon they were only pulling at what seemed like their own very smooth skin. Finally, only both their heads were sticking out of the neck of the suit. Everything else was sealed up. Ryan and Wyatt could only scream in horror as the head of the suit pulled itself over theirs and sealed them inside.

Ryatt opened her eyes. She stood up, looked down at herself and smiled. "Thank you boys," she whispered to herself. "Looks like both your souls combined were just big enough to free me."
Ryatt summoned some clothing, then began to laugh softly as she walked out of the room. "Now won't you join me as I unleash some chaos on your world once again?"

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Taking Responsibility

Shannon knew this would happen to him, Eric was sure of it now. And he had loved her too.

But that was three years ago. Eric had long since moved on. Indeed, he felt sorry for Shannon now, for he was sure that she had loved him too. But then, one night, they had made love for the first time. It was magical, and the end result no less so. She left because of what she did to him. Eric suspected that she couldn't bear having done something like this to the man she loved.

Of course, making his way in the world since then as a member of the opposite sex hadn't been easy. No ID, no credit, no nothing. But Eric, now Erica, had managed, now living comfortably enough. She accepted her new identity, even going so far as to start dating a very polite, very handsome, young man named Brad.

Erica now understood why Shannon had left him all those years ago. Shannon had not only passed on her sex, she had also passed on the curse that had made him this way. Erica had finally agreed to make the ultimate commitment with Brad, but Brad was to be punished just as Eric had been.

But Erica would not make the same mistake Shannon had. She would take responsibility and stick with Brad, no matter his gender. She would make sure Brad had a friend in this newly troubled time. A luxury she herself never had.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

His Magic Chest

His grandmother's old chest was a godsend as far as Jack was concerned. Any sort of clothing that he could imagine, if Jack reached into the chest, he would find it, awaiting his grasp. Not only that, but the clothing would change the wearer to fit it exactly. Today Jack planned on changing into a member of the opposite sex, a choice Jack was making more and more frequently these days. Picking out an outfit from his sister's Vogue, he imagine the outfit into the chest and it out.

First was the wig, which, once in place, immediately attached to his head and became his own hair. Next came the bra. As soon as the clasps were set and the bra was in place, breast sprung up to fill it out. Jack stopped for a minute to admire them, but soon moved on to the panties, which removed his member and filled his ass out to complete it.

Jack knew from experience that he could change his legs, hands, and face with three simple pieces of cloth, even if they weren't part of his outfit. First came the pantyhose, which smoothened and lengthened his legs. Next were gloves, which Jack had imagined would fit the woman from the magazine. The piece for his face wasn't clothing per say, but it worked nonetheless. It was a plastic mask that Jack placed on his face, which distorted his features to mask the model's perfectly, make up and all. Jack put on the blouse, which continued to shrink his waist.

Jackie, which is what Jack called himself by this stage, was happy with her new chest, and the rest of her body. She had it all because of the chest, which she had all to herself. It was her secret. Or so she thought...