Engineering Student

 

 "Dude. . . shut up. . ."  

I was the only one in the engineering program to apply for and accept the "In Her Shoes" Scholarship.

As a cost-benefit analysis and logic minded young man, I ran the numbers and determined that this scholarship would be better than the one that I already had through the University. You see, this scholarship included free student housing, as I would live with other young women in the women's dorm.

Sure, I'd have to get used to communal showers and having a female roommate, but so much was already changing in my life anyways. Besides, I needed more friends and to "get out more."

I went through the hormone and stem cell treatments over the summer after banking sperm. To be honest, the actual transformation process only took about a week. The doctors liked to go slow to prevent stretch marks and to give me the opportunity to take it slow.

Now that it was the first week of class and I was back with my usual engineering program guy friends, things are different.

The guys are always picking on me, telling me my grades are only due to the professors being nice to me for being a girl. I qualified for an excellent internship, and the guys are saying I'm just a diversity hire.

Above all else, I miss my dick. While it's nice basically having the women's bathroom to myself in the engineering building, sitting down to pee so many times a day is annoying. It goes against the simplicity of my previously male life. Not to mention, I spend almost half an hour each morning applying make up and making sure my outfits look okay.

Dave from Circuitry class asked me to get a burger with him tonight. We haven't gotten dinner since my change. I wonder if he'll treat me differently. . .

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. . .

In Her Shoes Scholarship

   I had all summer to recover and adapt from the multiple surgeries that it took to look like this.

  I used to be your normal teenage boy, chasing girls, getting into trouble from time to time, all the while keeping my grades high enough to get into college.

  "Just okay" grades aren't good enough these days, though. My parents were furious when no colleges were offering me academic scholarships.  They threatened to pull the plug on my college prospects.

  Through our town's Women's Society, my mom found the "In Her Shoes" Scholarship.  Those who wrote the best essay on "why they would like to experience college from a woman's perspective," would be selected to undergo plastic surgery and transplant therapies to become female for the entirety of their college experience.  

  If the student did so, the Women's society would pay for tuition as well as room and board plus stipend for 4 years of study.

  My mom wrote a super sappy and emotional essay about how I wanted to be humbled and learn to truly appreciate women for all that they go through in society.  I won.

  So that's how I ended up looking like this.  I'm all moved into my dorm, and my roommate is super cute.  She has no idea that I used to be a man, and still am one inside.

  I really am having fun wearing sexy stuff that past girlfriends would never wear for me, as well as being the center of attention at parties.

  Let's just hope that I can keep my grades up though.  If I get kicked out of college, the Women's Society was clear it won't be paying to bring me back to my male self!

Lake Trip Chaperone

  My wife won the coin toss, which meant I would be chaperoning our daughter's lake trip. These days your head only hurts for a few hours after your brain waves get mapped onto the host body.

  We bought a stock host body, and my wife let me pick the one.  Of course, I went for blonde hair and large breasts. To my disdain, the latter was not the most fun. My wife laughed at my decision as it sank in that I would be wearing unsupportive bikinis all week.

  Whatever, my only worry was that my daughter's friends would ask questions about the product number that was still visible on my stomach. It would wear off as the week went on, but maybe I needed a tattoo to cover it?

  In the days leading up to the trip, I really didn't appreciate my wife's attitude shift toward me. I think she delighted in talking down to me, poking fun at my new frailty and soft body.  She had me doing chores around the house like she was my mother or something. Finally, she's torturing me in her marital duties.

  She "isn't a lesbian," and "could never do it with someone who can't penetrate her like a man."  I'm dying here, because it seems my body still finds her attractive.  Maybe I'll find someone who will reciprocate on our daughter's trip. . .

Gig Economy

    I recently joined the gig economy when I got furloughed during the quarantine.  Being a 36 year old guy that loves fitness, I figured I could help people as a personal trainer or something.

    One of the new apps that people use is the EasyFit™ app.  With it, the user simply pays someone else to enter their body and workout for them by the hour, while their consciousness is uploaded to the server and relaxes or does work.

    My favorite client so far is Sally.  She's a college student that wants the body that exercise provides without the work needed to achieve it.  That's where I come in.  Everyday I go for a  3 mile run at the nearby park.  At this point she doesn't even want to get dressed to workout.  When I wake up in her body, I have to get the workout clothes on and put her hair in a ponytail.

    Thankfully, she spares no expense on the quality of the workout clothes.  The sports bras that she has do an excellent job at keeping her breasts in place.  That's the most difficult part of running and working out as a woman.  

    Maybe that's why she dislikes exercising so much.

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    Ich bin kürzlich in die Gig Economy eingetreten, als ich während der Quarantäne Urlaub machte. Als 36-jähriger Mann, der Fitness liebt, dachte ich, ich könnte Menschen als Personal Trainer helfen oder so.

    Eine der neuen Apps, die Benutzer verwenden, ist die EasyFit ™ -App. Damit bezahlt der Benutzer einfach jemand anderen, der stundenweise in seinen Körper eintritt und für ihn trainiert, während sein Bewusstsein auf den Server hochgeladen wird und sich entspannt oder funktioniert.

    Mein bisheriger Lieblingskunde ist Sally. Sie ist eine Studentin, die den Körper, den die Übung bietet, ohne die dafür erforderliche Arbeit haben möchte. Hier komme ich ins Spiel. Jeden Tag laufe ich 3 Meilen im nahe gelegenen Park. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt möchte sie sich noch nicht einmal zum Training anziehen. Wenn ich in ihrem Körper aufwache, muss ich die Trainingskleidung anziehen und ihr Haar in einen Pferdeschwanz stecken.

    Zum Glück spart sie keine Kosten für die Qualität der Trainingskleidung. Die Sport-BHs, die sie hat, leisten hervorragende Arbeit, um ihre Brüste an Ort und Stelle zu halten. Das ist der schwierigste Teil beim Laufen und Trainieren als Frau.

    Vielleicht trainiert sie deshalb nicht so gerne.

A Friendly Bet

    Sarah (right) is one of my closest childhood friends.  As we grew older, the differences between us in terms of gender became more obvious.  She became an attractive young lady and I became a handsome young man.  More often than not, this simple gender difference led to different friend groups and time away from each other as friends.

    Recently, we had been texting each other about how simple it was for chicks to get Instagram followers.  I said, "all you have to do is wear a bikini and the guys follow you in droves."  Sarah got mad.

    "David (left), that's easy for you to say.  But it's not as easy as you think."

    She dared me to go to the community swimming pool with her as a woman.  Using an app, she designed what I would look like and bought me a bikini online.

    The change itself was what was most difficult.  I nearly had to bite a stick when my hips started widening and my male member shrank inside of me.  All the while, Sarah watched and giggled.

    Now, I'm Vida.  I hardly could make it out of the women's changing locker room before I started getting cat calls.  In the pool itself, I felt multiple grabs at my butt.  

    The thing is, I don't know if I'm upset, or if I like the attention!

    Also, Sarah is having too much fun with my distress.  I asked her to change me back later that night, but she is closely guarding her phone and will not tell me the password to the app.

    I think I might be stuck like this for some time.

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    Sarah (rechts) ist eine meiner engsten Freundinnen aus Kindertagen. Als wir älter wurden, wurden die Unterschiede zwischen uns in Bezug auf das Geschlecht offensichtlicher. Sie wurde eine attraktive junge Dame und ich wurde ein hübscher junger Mann. 

    Meistens führte dieser einfache Unterschied zwischen den Geschlechtern dazu, dass verschiedene Freundesgruppen und Zeit als Freunde voneinander entfernt waren.

    Vor kurzem hatten wir uns gegenseitig eine SMS geschickt, wie einfach es für Küken war, Instagram-Follower zu bekommen. Ich sagte: "Alles was du tun musst ist einen Bikini zu tragen und die Jungs folgen dir in Scharen." Sarah wurde wütend.

    "David (links), das fällt dir leicht zu sagen. Aber es ist nicht so einfach, wie du denkst."

    Sie wagte es mir, als Frau mit ihr ins Gemeinschaftspool zu gehen. Mit einer App entwarf sie, wie ich aussehen würde und kaufte mir online einen Bikini.

    Die Änderung selbst war das Schwierigste. Ich musste fast einen Stock beißen, als sich meine Hüften verbreiterten und mein männliches Mitglied in mir schrumpfte. Die ganze Zeit sah Sarah zu und kicherte.

    Jetzt bin ich "Vida." Ich konnte es kaum aus dem Umkleideraum der Frauen schaffen, bevor ich anfing, Katzenrufe zu bekommen. Im Pool selbst spürte ich mehrere Griffe an meinem Hintern.

    Die Sache ist, ich weiß nicht, ob ich verärgert bin oder ob ich die Aufmerksamkeit mag!

    Außerdem hat Sarah zu viel Spaß mit meiner Not. Ich habe sie gebeten, mich später in dieser Nacht wieder zu wechseln, aber sie bewacht ihr Telefon genau und wird mir das Passwort für die App nicht mitteilen.

    Ich glaube, ich könnte für einige Zeit so festsitzen.

Kind of a Stretch

    

    "Uh, Jenna, I don't think wearing your clothes is gonna work."

    Derek (pictured) was a kind guy.  When Jenna, his friend, expressed her fears of traveling alone for a friend's wedding, Derek offered to go with her.

    The catch was, Jenna couldn't bring a "date" as a plus one, as it would freak out her parents.  They knew Derek was only friends with her, yet weren't comfortable with a man staying in a hotel room with their daughter all weekend.  She couldn't bring a girlfriend, because they were either busy or were bridesmaids.  Besides, Derek was her best friend!

    Making use of the free trial with a podcast's coupon code, she ordered "The Pill" online.  She was excited to see how her friend would look as a lady!

    Derek took the pill with a glass of water, and laid down for it to take its quick effects on him.  Jenna had to leave the room when he started groaning in pain as his body morphed before her eyes.  His bones were cracking and his skin was stretching to its limits as it changed.

    Jenna had left a simple work-skirt, white blouse, a bra, and panties out for him to wear once he was changed.  However, neither of them had anticipated that his height would have carried over to his new female form.  The blouse was too short and you could almost see the top of his thigh through the side of the skirt!  This wouldn't do.

    It looked like they would have to head to the mall (Jenna's treat) for a new wardrobe.

    Derek was being a really good sport.  His new, pale, soft skin was prickling in the cold of the air conditioning.  The breeze as he walked was strange in a short skirt.  He felt like everyone was looking at him.

    He looked forward to leaving for the wedding.  Once they started driving, however, Jenna put her hand on his exposed knee. . .

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    "Äh, Jenna, ich glaube nicht, dass das Tragen deiner Kleidung funktionieren wird."

    Derek (im Bild) war ein freundlicher Typ. Als Jenna, seine Freundin, ihre Befürchtungen zum Ausdruck brachte, für die Hochzeit eines Freundes alleine zu reisen, bot Derek an, mit ihr zu gehen.

    Der Haken war, Jenna konnte kein "Date" als Plus bringen, da es ihre Eltern ausflippen würde. Sie wussten, dass Derek nur mit ihr befreundet war, aber sie fühlten sich nicht wohl mit einem Mann, der das ganze Wochenende mit ihrer Tochter in einem Hotelzimmer wohnte. Sie konnte keine Freundin mitbringen, weil sie entweder beschäftigt waren oder Brautjungfern waren. Außerdem war Derek ihre beste Freundin!

    Sie nutzte die kostenlose Testversion mit dem Gutscheincode eines Podcasts und bestellte "The Pill" online. Sie war gespannt, wie ihre Freundin als Dame aussehen würde!

    Derek nahm die Pille mit einem Glas Wasser und legte sich hin, damit sie schnell auf ihn einwirken konnte. Jenna musste den Raum verlassen, als er vor Schmerz zu stöhnen begann, als sein Körper sich vor ihren Augen verwandelte. Seine Knochen rissen und seine Haut dehnte sich an ihre Grenzen, als sie sich veränderte.

    Jenna hatte einen einfachen Arbeitsrock, eine weiße Bluse, einen BH und ein Höschen für ihn übrig gelassen, sobald er sich umgezogen hatte. Keiner von ihnen hatte jedoch damit gerechnet, dass sich seine Größe auf seine neue weibliche Form übertragen hätte. Die Bluse war zu kurz und man konnte fast die Oberseite seines Oberschenkels durch die Seite des Rocks sehen! Das würde nicht reichen.

    Es sah so aus, als müssten sie zum Einkaufszentrum (Jennas Vergnügen) gehen, um einen neuen Kleiderschrank zu holen.

    Derek war ein wirklich guter Sport. Seine neue, blasse, weiche Haut prickelte in der Kälte der Klimaanlage. Die Brise beim Gehen war seltsam in einem kurzen Rock. Er hatte das Gefühl, als würden ihn alle ansehen.

    Er freute sich darauf, zur Hochzeit zu gehen. Als sie jedoch anfingen zu fahren, legte Jenna ihre Hand auf sein freiliegendes Knie. . .

Post Quarantine Hijinks

    John (left) and Brian (right) were roommates at the local State University.  Spending the second semester of their sophomore year quarantined at home was a huge bummer.  They missed the huge parties and honestly just being independent.

    Now it's the end of summer, and it's back to school.  Hopefully, that means a normal semester, maybe just with social distancing measures in place.

    Something they were definitely in the mood for was a big party and getting blackout drunk.  However, because of the quarantine, neither John nor Brian could work over the summer for beer and drug money.  The parties simply were no fun without these two things.

    Instead, Brian suggested that pill that they advertised on social media that would change your gender either for one day, one week, one month, one year, or permanently.  As ladies, they figured they'd get free drinks and free drugs for the night.

    Logging onto the website, they found you could get a trial pill.

    They entered their credit card information and received the pills the next morning.  First John popped a pill, and then Brian.

    At first, it felt like nothing was going to happen.  They thought they had been scammed.  Tonight was the big "welcome back party" and they would miss it.

    Then all of a sudden, both of the roommates started writhing on the floor as their bodies changed at the cellular level from XY to XX. 

    Looking at one another, they quickly realized that they would need women's clothes, especially to support their new large breasts. 

    A quick trip to the local thrift store made for fun party outfits.

    That evening, they debuted at the party.  To their benefit, they received everything that they asked for, and more.  Both John and Brian left the party with fine young men from the local fraternity house.

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    John (links) und Brian (rechts) waren Mitbewohner an der örtlichen State University. Das zweite Semester ihres zweiten Jahres zu Hause unter Quarantäne zu stellen, war eine große Enttäuschung. Sie haben die großen Partys verpasst und sind ehrlich gesagt einfach unabhängig.
    Jetzt ist Ende des Sommers und es geht wieder zur Schule. Hoffentlich bedeutet das ein normales Semester, vielleicht nur mit sozialen Distanzierungsmaßnahmen.
    Etwas, auf das sie definitiv Lust hatten, war eine große Party und ein Blackout-Drink. Aufgrund der Quarantäne konnten jedoch weder John noch Brian im Sommer für Bier- und Drogengeld arbeiten. Die Partys waren ohne diese beiden Dinge einfach kein Spaß.
    Stattdessen schlug Brian diese Pille vor, die in den sozialen Medien beworben wurde und die Ihr Geschlecht entweder für einen Tag, eine Woche, einen Monat, ein Jahr oder dauerhaft ändern würde. Als Damen dachten sie, sie würden kostenlose Getränke und kostenlose Drogen für die Nacht bekommen.
    Als sie sich auf der Website anmeldeten, stellten sie fest, dass Sie eine Testpille bekommen könnten.
    Sie gaben ihre Kreditkarteninformationen ein und erhielten die Pillen am nächsten Morgen. Zuerst nahm John eine Pille und dann Brian.
    Zuerst hatte ich das Gefühl, dass nichts passieren würde. Sie dachten, sie wären betrogen worden. Heute Abend war die große "Welcome Back Party" und sie würden es vermissen.
    Dann begannen sich plötzlich beide Mitbewohner auf dem Boden zu winden, als sich ihre Körper auf zellulärer Ebene von XY auf XX änderten.
    Als sie sich ansahen, wurde ihnen schnell klar, dass sie Frauenkleider brauchen würden, insbesondere um ihre neuen großen Brüste zu stützen.
    Ein kurzer Ausflug zum örtlichen Gebrauchtwarenladen sorgte für lustige Party-Outfits.
    An diesem Abend debütierten sie auf der Party. Zu ihrem Vorteil erhielten sie alles, was sie verlangten, und mehr. Sowohl John als auch Brian verließen die Party mit feinen jungen Männern aus dem örtlichen Verbindungshaus.

Security for my Sister

  After my sister (right) got mugged a few weeks ago, she didn't feel safe going out with her girlfriends anymore.  She took a break from going out for a while until I offered to go with her sometime to protect her.

  "How am I going to find hot guys if my dorky older brother is following me around?"  She asked.

  "Come on, it will be good for me, you know I don't usually get out of the house much.  No one will bother you with me around."

  "Alright, but we do have to do something about how you look."

  "What do you mean?"

  That's when she pulled up one of the skinsuit ordering websites.  I rolled my eyes as she customized an image on the app of what would end up being what I looked like Friday night.  Blonde hair, smooth skin, high cheekbones, my sister was obviously projecting her beauty standards learned from mindlessly scrolling Instagram.

  "If you think I'm wearing that you're crazy."

  "Mom and Dad said that they'll buy you new computer parts if you do it."

  "Hmm. . . I mean I guess. . ."

  Here's the picture we took that night before we met up with her other girlfriends at an apartment to pregame.  The thing was so tight it hurt at first, but soon it felt natural.  Even peeing was easy.

  My sister told me (left) that if I didn't blow my cover, I might end up going home with one of her friends who was lesbian.  She had been texting that friend all week about her "new lesbian friend" that she would bring out with her. . .

Just Like My Sister

    I knew I would get the virus because my girlfriend had it and I still wanted to kiss her.  Well, now I'm screwed because I'm a chick, forever.  I just got over the sickness part and as you know, the virus attacks your DNA, changing your sex to the opposite of which you were born.
   Luckily, no one in my family got sick from me, they thoroughly locked me away in my room.  My girlfriend wanted a picture of "the damage," so I snapped this selfie in the bathroom mirror.
    "lol nice tits."
     That's all she texted back.
    A few minutes later:
    "I just finished whacking off to the thought of me peeling off those tiny panties of yours."
    I had forgotten that she would have changed into a boy, the opposite of what happened to me.
    "Nothing fits me, Jessica, because these are my sister's clothes.  She's a year younger than me."
    "That makes sense, you look just like her!"

Quarantine Swap Class

    Of course, this government quarantine had to happen during my Swap Class this semester.  I was honestly worried that they'd have an emergency swap back before it officially started.  Instead, my partner Margret and I assigned in class insisted that we finish out our time this semester as one another.  She even insists on having me stay with her roommates.  I suppose she's having a good time as a man on a college campus.
    However, I for one am going crazy in the off-campus apartment.  I've been going through her closet, looking for interesting and strange outfits to try on.  This lingerie I found is classy but a little strange.  It has a veil that goes with it, and even bunny ears that are attached to a headband.  Exposing so much skin leads me to get cold in my new female body, so I have to usually wear some stockings when I walk around.
    I'm getting really close to my new roommates, they're pretty easy to talk to.  Part of the class we're taking's rules is that we cannot tell anyone that we're currently swapped.  That means we have packets of background info to study about our partner's life and health information.  I've got the whole thing down by now, so my roommates don't suspect a thing. 
    Also, there's the matter of her boyfriend, John.  At first in the semester I got away with saying it "was my period," for a bit.  When he caught on and began getting impatient, I then had to start thinking of a way out without ruining Margret's relationships.  Luckily, the quarantine means no boys in our apartment.
    When my roommates started to bug me about my relationship with John, they started to tease me about "leading him on."  Therefore, they're having me send over pictures such as this one to him for his personal relief.  Obviously, he's going to start to want to video-chat, and I think I'm okay with getting a little weird with it.  I mean, I'm lonely too. . .

Quarantine Roommates

    The US didn't lock down and begin quarantine fast enough to prevent the virus from spreading.  The virus was a Flu that was super dangerous for the elderly and children to catch.  Symptoms included upper respiratory distress, shortness of breath, and all of the usual Flu symptoms such as achy joints.  However, if you did survive the week or so of sickness, all the while you slowly changed into the opposite sex!  The virus seemed to mutate and attack your very DNA.
    I started to be afraid when my roommate traveled back from spring break in a CDC designated outbreak zone.  Brandon (right) was told to self-quarantine in his apartment and I tried to get him to stay in his room with the door shut.  However, he started to get sick of being in the same room and would come out to cook and watch TV.
    Soon, I (left) began to notice I was sick.  We're both healthy young guys, so we never were in too much pain or worry of death.  What was painful, however, was the feeling of my testicles being eaten by my white blood cells and slowly growing ovaries and a uterus!  What was also painful and itchy was the rapid budding and growth of my new boobs!
    Thankfully, Amazon is still honoring same day shipping in our city, so we were able to measure one another for sizing (while naked) and then place a bulk order for bras, panties, yoga pants, you name it.
    We're finishing all of our university classes online, and hosting camgirl shows in the meantime for spending money as we await possible summer internships.  Do you think Brandon will mind if I shower with him tonight?  It will save money on our utility bill. . .

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. . .

Be Careful What You Agree to

  Remember when I told you about how I agreed to pretend to be my friend George's girlfriend to make his family happy?  Well, his rich grandma was so excited he finally "found a girl" that she bought him a condo downtown, on the condition that we move in together.
  So here's me packing up my stuff to move, fresh off my first period in my new female body.  As you can tell, I'm not pleased.  George has told me to embrace it, change my name, let him buy me whatever I want with his family's money.
  Sure, I'll let some of that happen, but I like being "Patrick."  He calls me "Patti" in front of his family.  I get along well with his sisters and mom well.  His older sister even got me a great job at her company.
  I'm dressed up to head to my first day there, and I caused a run in my stocking.  I'll never figure it out.  Anyway, grandma's expecting marriage and kids soon, and I'm freaked out.  George keeps making moves on me, and I'm yet to let it happen.  So far I only trust myself to please myself. . .

Robotics Research

  Because of depression, isolation, and other mental health reasons, I dropped out of a competitive MIT robotics program.  This only led to my symptoms worsening, watching all of my classmates graduate and start amazing robotics and android startup research companies.
  Desperate to still work in the field because of my remaining interest in robotics, I begged my friends to help out in some way at their companies.  Being kind, only my friend Mike gave me an interview for a truly low level job: research assistant.
  Basically, they needed someone desperate enough that they'd let experiments be run on them.  In my case, they wanted to test out how long consciousness could be transferred to an android host.
  So, here's me, 6 minutes in, my "sleeve" having just slipped out of the plastic bag it left manufacturing in, the artificial hair still wet from various preservation fluids.  They gave me simple clothes (and a stipend for more of course). 
  This is the first "selfie" I've taken for the experiment.  It's up to me to take three of these a day for as long as my consciousness holds in my new "sleeve." 
  Here's to hoping my body remains preserved in cryogenics. . .

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.

Anything for a Friend. . .

  Supposedly, it was my best friend's grandmother's last Christmas.  She was getting old and sick, and no one thought she would survive another year.  She was always so disappointed in my friend George because he never had a girlfriend in his life time.  In order that his grandmother would not die while disappointed, he begged me, his friend Tom, to help him out.

  "Please, it will just be for the holidays while my family's staying at my parents' house!"

  "The entire holidays?  That's usually like two weeks!  I'd be living as a chick, your slam-piece, for two whole weeks?  You've got to be kidding me!"

  "Dude, please.  Don't worry!  I'll uh. . . sleep on the floor in the guest room!  I won't watch you change! Err. . . it's just for show!"

  As he said this, he also pulled out a wad of cash.

  "This is also all for you if you finish the whole two weeks. . . "

  "What, I'm a whore now too?!  For that money I feel like you'll start to expect stuff from me!"

  "Again, just take the pill, there really are no strings."

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  Fast forward to the holidays.  We're half way through George's visit to see the family and show of his new girlfriend, me, to Grandma.
  Everyone was so excited, especially the women of the family, that they took me shopping, saying I needed help with my style.  This was true, as I'm actually a man and just bought a bunch of cheap stuff from the re-sale shop that didn't really match.
  Things got weird when George's sisters found out I didn't have any lingerie.  They literally couldn't believe it.  So, one of our first stops at the mall was for me to get something to "surprise my man" Christmas Eve.
  Please help!

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.

Android Undercover

  The new CIA protocol for undercover missions no longer required such drastic personal sacrifice as they had usually in the past.  Before, agents would have to commit to expensive and extensive permanent surgeries to alter their appearance.  This led to budgetary issues as well as marital strife.
  Now, with the advent of state-of-the-art androids, they could simply upload the consciousness of the agent into a robot, without the risk of the death of an agent or commitment.  The only risk was that their consciousness had to be constantly backup uploaded to a single satellite above them, which passed once a day through the atmosphere.
  The other problem: this quick advancement in lifelike robots was due to the sex-toy industry.  These androids had started and developed so lifelike because they were becoming the premium and preferred sex-doll to consumers all over the world.  Therefore, there were no male equivalents.
  When Drew volunteered for the assignment in the carribean, he knew that he'd be uploading his conciousness into the android body of what appeared to be an attractive young woman, fully anatomically correct, while his male body sat in cold storage.  This led to lots of conflicting feelings as he did his training in the new body, especially when he trained along side his buddies.
  He opted to be assigned to a female asset to protect.  He figured this would remove the possibility of something bizarre happening because they would spend so much time together.
  As you can see, Drew has been having a good time with the assignment, the elite billionaire's daughter believing him to just be a new friend she met at the resort bar and not a CIA agent assigned for her protection.
  Still, drew was self-conscious of the very visible serial number that appeared to be tattooed to his android's ribcage, as well as the detectable lifelessness it had in its eyes.  Therefore, he wore sunglasses and a two-piece bathing suit sparingly.
  Also, the satellite had recently been blown out of the sky by Chinese intelligence, so Drew had better be careful if he didn't want his consciousness to remain in this body forever. .
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