My Friend's Wish

    A friend that I met online was interested in coming to meet me in Germany. I thought that sounded like a fun idea, but worried about the logistics and cost for a flight and stay from America.  There was also the difficulty of the language barrier.

    Luckily, my friend said that he had been studying German to surprise me. He was excited to try out his skills while visiting. He also was interested in visiting a traditional beer hall and seeing the beautiful German women.  The only thing that he lacked was the money as I had worried.

    I came up with an extraordinary idea to get around this. What if my friend swapped bodies with one of my German friends here? That way we could hang out and everything without the need for a flight.

    After calling up multiple friends, only one agreed to my plan. Luckily this person was also a witch and could cast a body-swap spell.  On the other hand, she is a woman named Greta!  I hope my friend in America is okay with this.

    Greta enchanted two heart necklaces. As long as she wore one of them, my friend in America's soul would possess her body. It was linked to the other necklace which I wore. If we were separated for too long or if I rubbed my necklace the spell would break.

    I hope my friend enjoys his time in Germany with me. His Dirndl is ready!

Tortured by a Demon

   "Please change me back, Veronica, I'll do anything to be a man again!" I begged over the phone.

  My girlfriend, Veronica, was a witch. She had been experimenting with some more powerful and dark stuff recently.  

  I didn't think anything of it.  In fact, I thought it was cool, because we were both pretty goth.

  Well, one recent Friday night, she asked for some of my male seed to use in a demon summoning ritual. She said it was for "beauty."  

  It sure was!

  I woke the next morning to find I had a woman's body, with very pale skin and dark hair.  I looked around my room to find that it was pretty similar, only family pictures were all of me as a female, and my drawers were filled with black ruffly panties and bras and tiny skirts and blouses.

  For all anyone knew. . . I had always been a chick.

  All except Veronica.

  She was tearful, I'll give her that!

  "I don't know how to make it go back, Matt. I'm sorry!  Basically I was messing with a fertility entity and I just didn't know what I was doing.  I GAVE it YOUR manhood.  It's no longer yours!"

Over the next few weeks I would be tormented by this entity, with it mocking my new feminine body, voice, and movements.

  I ended up getting a protective sigil tattooed on my arm that would keep it away to a certain extent, but even then, it always followed me around to remind me of what it took from me.

  Now a few months in, the entity delights that I've taken steps to accept my new body and life.  Veronica and I still are together, and the entity thinks this is very hot.  I work as a waitress and make more than fine tips.

  For some reason, I think everything's going according to it's plan. . .

Luck of the Irish

  The Leprechaun asked what we wanted to wish for this St. Patrick's Day.  Me (Jon, left) and the other male bartender (Connor, right) responded, "help us make sure we make lots of money in tips!"
  The Leprechaun smiled, winked and snapped his fingers. . .

Servant of the Old Gods

  Getting the internship at the City Museum was a dream come true for me.  I was a college student studying Gaelic History at the school with the best program in the world for it.  Studying abroad in Ireland was a dream come true because I had always been interested in Ireland and her history since boyhood.
  There was a new wrinkle to this however.  There was a special exhibit on Gaelic Tribal Priestesses at the museum I got the internship for.  I was tasked with looking through the archives and taking out relevant artifacts for the time period and subject of women in the priestess class from long ago in Ireland. 
  Looking at all of the amazing pieces of priceless jewelry, in a moment of weakness, and stole what appeared to be a beautiful pendant or necklace broach.  When I pulled it out at home and started to research it online, hoping to have it appraised and maybe set in something else for my girlfriend when I returned to America, I learned that it was actually a belly piercing for religious pagan ceremonies.
  I set it on my nightstand and went to sleep.
  I awoke to a new body: a delicate, ruby lipped, red haired supple Gaelic priestess.  Moreover, the jewelry was stuck to my belly button.
  Worried, I continued my research.  Supposedly, in times of persecution of the Irish Pagan religion, remaining priestesses were chosen to bear the old gods in their wombs, to birth them again into this world to take back Ireland.
  It looks like I'm the first chosen one of this era.  Time to look for someone willing to father the old gods.

Dark Sith Powers

  My Sith Lord and Master made a promise to me when I sacrificed myself for him in battle that death would not be the end.  He told me about Darth Plagueis "The Wise," a Sith Lord from the distant past who had the power to restore life to those who had died.
  I had faith in this promise from him, that though I died defending him as a distraction so he could escape, he would return for my body to resurrect me and I would continue my training in the Dark Side.  Well, he resurrected me alright, with Dark, powerful, force powers.  He needed to tap into his darkest of vices to achieve the levels of power needed.
  My resurrection came in the form of his deepest, darkest desires and evil lusts.  I woke up with a body unlike the one I died in.  I was a woman.
  Completing my training became easy.  I had unbridled amounts of power on top which welled from the very sin of lust itself, a communal pool of energy deep in the Dark Side of the Force. 
  But the harder I fought, the harder my own desire for fornication and debauchery became.  It seemed to refill my force energies, and my journey to find more and more twisted encounters reached into depravity.
  My new fetish: deceive the young, hot, naive Padawans of the Light Side who were fresh out of the academy.  To try and bring them to the Dark Side with my new body.

I'm a Naughty Boyfriend

  I had bought a necklace at a pawn shop that supposedly had magical powers.  It allowed whoever wore it to swap bodies with the person of their choosing if they focused very hard on them and closed their eyes.
  When I went home and tried it out, of course the first person I could think of was the person I always thought of a lot toward the end of the day, my girlfriend.  I put on the necklace, closed my eyes, and thought of her, what she might be wearing, the way her body curved, and suddenly I felt different.
  I felt a lot colder.  I also no longer felt my erection under my boxer shorts.  I opened my eyes to see two big boobs, it had worked!
  Feeling mischievous, I responded to my old body's rapid text messages with a single image: me in Tina's scantily clad body with my tongue sticking out.
  If she wanted her body back, she had to come get it!  ;)

Festival Forever

  My daughter really wanted to go to this pagan, new-age, music festival that was a few states away and was an entire week long.  Honestly, it wasn't even that I didn't want her going, not even her closest friends wanted to commit to sleeping in a tent for a week with terrible phone service and the like.  Therefore, when she begged and begged incessantly to the point of me losing my mind, I conceded.
  The problem was that "I was a weird, creepy old man."  She would be "so embarrassed to walk around and party with me."  I had to change my appearance to have the honor of going with her (and of course paying for everything),
  Lucy, my daughter, came to me one afternoon, with a "solution."  She had gone to a ritualistic medicine shop in the city and bought some herbs and other strange things that you might imagine find their home in a witch's fairy tale cottage.  After mixing it all together in one of our pots in the kitchen and heating it up, she said some words she found on a forum off of her phone.  Then she handed me a mug of the purple fluorescent ooze and told me to drink up.
  This is when the agonizing pain started.  I honest to god felt my bones chipping away to get smaller inside my body, my fat being redistributed all around myself, my joints feeling like they were being sawed and sanded down to size.  Fire welled on top of my head as my receded hairline reversed and hair rushed out.  My face popped and cracked as my facial planes rearranged.  I distinctively remember burning sensations in my pelvic area as new organs knitted together and destroyed old ones like a parasite.  I constantly was spewing stuff out of my mouth, assumedly the extra mass that had to go somewhere during the change.  After about 6 hours of this hell, everything settled.  I looked in the mirror.  No more me.  I was what looked like some chick my daughter might hang out with.
  To be honest, about halfway through the weeklong festival, I started to have fun.  Once I could let loose and enjoy my surroundings as well as time with my daughter, it all seemed worth it. I got my nipples pierced to be funny, played around with makeup, and dyed the ends of my hair red.
  Hey Dad, I need to tell you something, Lucy said.  "I'm not 100% sure how to reverse this change.  That was an emergency potion used to recruit new witches if too many women died.  There's no rite or recipe for the other way around."

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