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."

                                                                         ***
  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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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.

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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