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."

                                                                         ***
  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. .
.

Hospital Mistake

  When I finally woke up in the hospital room and they cut off all of the bandages, I asked if I could go look in the mirror.
  "You're not going to be happy, Jim, they messed up the charts or something.  Get ready for a big lawsuit."
  My wife was right, what should have been a routine appendectomy at the research hospital was accidentally made into a life-changing nightmare.  They thought that I was the patient interested in the accelerated gender change treatment which they were working on.  In the period of one operation, they skillfully sculpted my body and transplanted organs to make me into a woman.
  "What does this mean for our relationship, baby?"
  She just bit her lip and looked at me.

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!  ;)

What Happened to Our Relationship?

  "I'm so embarrassed, I'm freakishly tall compared to you two," I, on the right, whispered to my girlfriend during the photo.
  "Please stop complaining or you'll give yourself away, and then there's no lesbian sex for you tonight!"  Jen, my girlfriend in the middle, snapped back.
  At first, I was excited to go to the party and show off Jen to other people, but things changed when I found out the hoops we would have to jump through to attend.  Mary, on the left, had a very strict father.  Everyone knew that she had the capacity to throw awesome parties because of their family's wealth, but her dad insisted each time, "no boys are allowed!"
  Obviously, being male, I would not be able to come.  The workaround we agreed to was for each man to buy a skinsuit to wear to the party.  That way, everyone could come, regardless of gender.  The initial shame of doing so went away after the first party since everyone did it.
  After that, we started to enjoy doing it as a tradition.  Besides the fun of designing the ideal womanly body for yourself with your girlfriend online, it became fun to pick out clothes to wear together at the mall and have her do my makeup.
  Honestly, our relationship became closer than ever, and usually, it ended in hot, steamy, lesbian sex.
  I began to worry, though, when she started to prefer me wearing the suit and being disinterested in having sex with me without the suit on.  When she started preferring that she wear the strap-on each time, I knew we were in for trouble.