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. . .