Friends Through Thick and Thin

  Steve and Jerry were best friends since they could remember.  They did everything together.  When it was time to go to college, Steve, on the right, came to realize that he did not have the money to fo where Jerry, on the left, had wanted to go.
  He began to research scholarships that he could maybe get.  One of them was a popular program put on by a women's organization that offered a full scholarship to any graduating high school senior boy who agreed to their terms.  Their terms were that the boy would be fully transformed into a woman for 4 full years of college through various surgeries and transplants.
  This would give the participant the "experience of a woman, to seek understanding and perspective toward unity in the world."  Because Steve didn't have the best grades like Jerry did, this was his chance.
  When he started the treatments, Jerry became interested.  At first, it was taking lots of time away from the two of them, so Jerry started tagging along to the doctor's appointments.  Finally, Jerry decided that if the two of them wanted to be roommates their first year, he would have to join the program, as boys couldn't room with girls in dorms, and all freshmen had to live on campus.
  Both were pleased with their results at the end of their summer, and the two best friends were eager to go to their first party together after Welcome Week was over.

Free Couples' Getaway

  "Be honest, Damian, is it convincing?"
  Kevin wasn't convinced totally of the quality of the skinsuit he had bought online.  Damian had won a free "couples only" tropical vacation.  The contact from the company said if he did not have a significant other then he would have to give it up to the next person.  Because Damian was so stressed out from a rough six months at work, he needed this vacation.
  "It looks fine, Kevin - I mean Kelsey!"
  "The damn titties are way too heavy, dude.  They recommended going with this size on the website to fill out my wider frame.  But honestly, this sucks."
  Kevin had been periodically looking down at his chest throughout the vacation so far and Damian worried that people would get weirded out and start to notice something was wrong.
  "Also man, I haven't been able to wack-off in days.  I'm horny as hell in here!  I wish you spent a little bit more money on the one that you can take on and off!"
  This was also starting to bug Damian.  Being a couples'  vacation, their room had one bed.  It was awkward for him to brush up against Kevin in the bed and then have to fight an erection when he accidentally touched the suit's soft, squishy, warm surface.
  Damian was worried that the next time he saw Kevin come out 'naked' from the shower after a swim in the ocean, that it would be too much for their friendship. . .

Thanks, Sis!

  "Mike, there's no easier way to sneak into a music festival, I tell you."  Bob had swapped bodies with his sister for the day.  She didn't mind as long as Bob really did give her a month worth of allowance.  That was fair to Bob since the festival easily cost 3 or 4 times as much.
  "Ya but Bob, half the fun of going is hitting on ladies such as. . . yourself. . ."
  "Sure, but think of the savings!"  Bob was adamant about his decision, all of a sudden feeling regretful and uncomfortable in his new skin.  Maybe 100 guys have grabbed or groped him in the first few hours already.  It was tough being a beautiful young lady.
  Also, Mike had to withhold the fact that he had a huge crush on Bob's sister and now he was escorting her body the whole day and night through a festival.  By the time it was late, they were both pretty drunk, and Bob was grinding on Mike in the crowd.  People cheered them on and Mike started to lighten up.
  All throughout the night, Bob's sister was sending Mike texts in all caps: DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH MY BODY!
 

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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