My ex wife lied and took everything from me, so I paid her back in kind.

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The judge slammed his gavel, marking the end of the court hearing, and the end of my life as I knew it.

My mouth hung open. Never in my most paranoid moments had I expected the divorce settlement to be this lopsided.

I turned to look at my ex wife, Brooke, in disbelief. She was giving me an arrogant smirk, enjoying my shock and misery. How? How could she be this sadistic?

It all started months ago. Everything had been picturesque, or so I’d thought. Brooke and I were happily married, with a three year old daughter. Then one day it all fell apart.

Thinking back, I should have seen the signs. I was the only one that ever initiated intimacy, and she rebuffed me more often than not. I was too blinded by love, and accepted her excuses without question.

When I discovered she’d been cheating on me, I felt betrayed, and wondered if I had done something to drive her away. I confronted her about it, and was ready to work on saving our marriage, but that was never an option.

As soon as I told her I knew about the affair, it was like she was replaced by a completely different person. Even the look in her eyes changed. I saw nothing but contempt and disgust.

She didn’t deny the affair, and she didn’t want to work on saving our marriage. She told me flat out that she hated me and if not for my six figure salary, I would be worthless and she would never have let me touch her.

She then dropped the first bombshell that ruined my life. My daughter Jennifer, precious little Jenny, was fathered by a different man. A man, Brooke said, that was far superior to me. He was taller, better looking, and better in bed. And most importantly, his salary was much higher than mine.

After that, she said she wanted a divorce, and would be taking Jenny and living with her real father. I was devastated. Even if I wasn’t her biological father, I still saw her as my daughter. I’d still bonded with her over three years, and still wanted to be her dad.

But what I wanted didn’t matter. I soon found out that Brooke spread all kinds of lies about me. She’d told her long time affair partner, Jenny’s biological father, that I was constantly hitting her and cheating on her. She’d told him that I was tightly controlling her finances, and that was why she couldn’t leave me to be with him at the time.

The most heinous lie was that I had touched my own daughter inappropriately. Just hearing that accusation made me taste bile. Unfortunately it stuck, as did the rest of her lies. I didn’t understand why she was being so cruel. Leaving me was one thing, but to go out of her way to ruin my life?

Ultimately it worked. She was awarded most of the shared assets, as well as hefty alimony. Because I was married to Brooke when Jenny was born, I was considered legally responsible for her, and so I was ordered to pay child support. Yet because I wasn’t the biological father, and the real father wanted to raise her, I was not given any visitation rights. And since that still wasn’t enough to satisfy Brooke, she had a restraining order against me based on her false accusations of what I’d done to Jenny.

I was ruined. My reputation was destroyed. My life was over. My friends shunned me because of the rumors Brooke had spread. I turned to drink to help me through the day, but it only compounded my problems. I ended up losing my job after too many missed days, or days where I showed up drunk.

My savings quickly dwindled, and I received a notice that my tiny condo, which I had bought after Brooke was awarded the house I’d paid for, was being foreclosed on. With no job, income, or savings, I wasn’t likely to find anywhere else to live. Homelessness was my next, and probably final, stop before the end of the line.

I wandered up to the rooftop, ready to call it quits. There was nothing left to live for. I couldn’t even see a light at the end of the tunnel. Even if I wanted to wait around until Jenny was an adult and could make her own decision about having a relationship with me, she was so young that she probably wouldn’t remember me at all. Jenny would be growing up with her real father, so why would she need me? And no doubt Brooke was going to lie to Jenny her whole life and claim I’d done something heinous.

I stepped up to the edge. This was it. Brooke had utterly destroyed me, and she was going to get away with it. I wished I could make her pay, make her feel the hurt and betrayal I endured, but there was no way.

Right before I stepped off, a thought occurred to me. A crazy thought, but just maybe…

Maybe she could feel what my miserable life was like. By making her live it for herself.

I rushed back down to my condo, wondering why this hadn’t occurred to me before. Maybe because it was crazy hogwash, but I was willing to try anything at this point.

One of the many things she’d taken from me was my great grandmother’s brooch. I’d given it to her when I’d thought we were going to be together forever, and Brooke didn’t have any issues keeping that family heirloom from me.

But that might be her undoing, if my great grandmother’s stories are to be believed.

I tossed everything out of the closet until I found a box of her old possessions. Brooke had the brooch now, but the little paper that had accompanied it was still here.

Yes, it had the instructions.

I carefully set the paper down and began reading the words aloud.

“Emblem of my blood. Show me the way. Recall me to your presence. Cast the interloper away.”

The effect was instant. I felt lightheaded. Everything grew fuzzy and dark until I passed out.

When I came to, I knew something was different. I was sprawled in an awkward position on a luxurious couch, half my body hanging off.

No. Not my body. Or, at least, it wasn’t until just a moment ago.

I could already tell by the feel of the clothes, but I looked down at myself as I repositioned to sit on the couch.

I looked past the pale pink designer blouse with the telltale protrusion of large breasts beneath, to the expensive black skirt hugging the rounded hips, to the shapely legs encased in silky white stockings, all the way to the black pumps ringed with diamonds.

I looked around the room, which looked like a living room from an upper middle class house. It was unfamiliar, but I had a feeling I knew where I was.

I seemed to be alone for the time being. Perfect. Feeling exhilarated, I got up and walked around until I found a bedroom that had a full length mirror.

The person in the mirror was who I expected it to be. Brooke’s familiar face stared back at me with a look of fascination.

It actually worked. Great grandma wasn’t a crazy coot after all.

I looked down at my body again. Most of the unfamiliarity came from how the clothes fit and felt. Feeling the bra on my chest called attention to my breasts, and the underwear made me keenly aware that I no longer had my member.

I looked at my reflection again. Brooke was incredibly attractive, and had the sexiest body I’d ever seen. I, on the other hand, had been average to begin with, but had let myself go ever since my life started falling apart.

Now I could see that was how she’d manipulated me, and her new man, so easily. I’d naively believed that if Brooke had been with me despite being so much better looking, it was because she loved me as a person. Turned out she only loved my money.

I gave a triumphant smile as I ran both hands from my hips to my waist. I had to become a woman to pull this off, but it was a price I was willing to pay to give her karmic justice. If my understanding was correct, she would be in my old body right now. I only wish I could see the panic myself.

Not a minute later, the sound of a phone ringing came from another part of the house. I followed it and found a fancy house phone in the kitchen. It didn’t have a name on the display, but I recognized the number as my cell phone. I knew she’d blocked me on her cell, but had overlooked this apparently.

I smirked as I went to answer, but stopped. I noticed there was a button to record the call. I pressed it and picked up the call. “Hello?” I answered evenly in Brooke’s voice.

“What did you do?!” came my voice.

“You’re not supposed to be calling here.” I said in a stern tone. “You’re violating the order of protection.”

“Cut the crap! How did you do this?! Put us back right now!”

“What are you talking about?” My fake confusion was pretty convincing. “Have you been drinking again?”

Brooke unleashed a string of curses at me. I let her keep going for a while. When there was finally a lull, I put on my best upset voice and spoke. “Can’t you leave me alone? You’ve been abusing me our whole marriage and you still won’t let me be! Please, just leave me alone!” I hung up, then smiled to myself.

This was what she deserved. She ruined my life with her lies and betrayal. Let her feel the pain she’d created instead of me. She tried calling a few more times but I didn’t answer, prompting her to leave threatening messages.

I spend a while exploring and familiarizing myself with the house. Jenny was at daycare, even though Brooke has never held a job. She hadn’t done much childcare when we were together, and I guess that was no different now. I wondered if Brooke even loved Jenny, or if she merely saw her as a prop. I was beginning to doubt Brooke was even capable of loving anyone but herself.

A little while later, Brooke’s new boyfriend, Dillon, or I suppose her longtime boyfriend seeing as he was Jenny’s father, returned home. He had picked up Jenny from daycare on his way back from work, and I practically cried in joy when I saw her. It was the first time I’d even seen a glimpse of her in months, and I realized just how much I missed her.

“Mama!” Jenny said excitedly and reached out to me with both arms. That’s right, I was her mother now. I couldn’t be her father, but at least I was her parent again.

I scooped her up from Dillon’s arms, and hugged her close. Dillon leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I suppose that was normal from his point of view, so I smiled back at him.

I hadn’t thought much of what my next step would be. Should I take Jenny and start over somewhere? Should I stay here and play house with Dillon? For now I just wanted to spend time playing with Jenny. I could think about my next step later, and I desperately wanted to make up for lost time with my daughter.

It wasn’t long until my blissful afternoon was shattered by a crash from outside. I scooped my daughter up and held her close as if to protect her, while Dillon went to the front window. “What the…”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Your ex.” I joined him at the window. My beat up and rusty old sedan with the faded red paint was in the front yard, partially through the gate.

My old body was struggling out of the driver side door, which was partially pinned shut from being up against the mangled gate. Had Brooke gone mad? I had been drinking a little before I swapped us, so maybe that was affecting her decision making.

She looked absolutely crazed in my old body. The hair and beard were unkempt, there was a protruding beer belly, and the clothes were worn out to the point of having stains and moth holes. She was yelling something unintelligible.

“I’ll handle this.” Dillon said pushing away from the window and making his way to the main entrance.

“No, wait.” I went after him and reached for his arm. “Let’s just call the police.”

“You call them. But first, take Jenny and lock yourself in the bedroom.” He put his hands on both of my cheeks and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. It was so sudden I didn’t even have time to react. “I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

He looked into my eyes with such protectiveness and devotion that I actually felt myself blush, and my heart skip a beat. He seemed so soft spoken and gentle when he watched Jenny and I playing together, but now he seemed so confident and reliable. So…manly. I felt the urge to defer to him.

I nodded. “Okay, but please be careful. He looks more disturbed than I’ve ever seen him.”

I carried Jenny to the master bedroom and locked us inside. I went to call the police, but then realized I didn’t even know the address to this house. I searched around until I found a piece of mail, then made the call.

“Nine-one-one, where is your emergency?”

“It’s my ex husband!” I tried to sound panicked and afraid. “He’s violating the order of protection! He’s in my front yard right now! Please hurry!”

I let the operator calm me down and gave her all the information she asked for. After hanging up I went to the window, and was able to get a narrow view of that area of the yard.

Brooke in my body was yelling and pointing at the house. She was trying to get past Dillon, but he just shoved her back and away from the door. She continued her tirade, but I could tell Dillon just thought she was crazy.

Eventually Brooke got too aggressive and tried to shove Dillon aside, to which he responded with a punch straight to my old body’s nose. Brooke fell back, blood gushing from her nose. She began wailing as she clutched her face and kicked her legs on the ground as if throwing a tantrum.

The police arrived shortly after. I put Jenny in her room, activated the baby cam, and went out to meet with them. Brooke lunged at me as soon as she saw me, but was quickly subdued. She then tried to accuse Dillon of attacking her unprovoked, but I backed up his story that he was defending himself, as well as Jenny and me. Brooke’s earlier attempt to attack me certainly didn’t lend her any credibility.

To really nail her coffin shut, I played the recordings of the phone call and the threatening messages she left. As well, she was somewhat intoxicated, had crashed a car through the front gate, and was violating an order of protection. There wasn’t even a consideration.

Brooke hurled more insults and threats at me as she was forced into the back of the police car. I pretended to be distraught, with my face buried in Dillon’s chest, while he held me in a protective embrace and rubbed my back. It actually felt nice. I never had this kind of caring concern from Brooke.

I turned my head to give one last look at my old body as the police car pulled away. I smirked and gave her a wink, to which she looked freshly enraged. She pressed her face up against the window, her tears, snot, and blood painting a truly pathetic picture.

Then she, or I supposed it was he now, was out of sight, and hopefully out of my life for good.

Dillon put an arm around my shoulders and gently led me back inside. “Are you alright?” he asked.

I smiled at him. “I am now. Thank you, honey.” I excused myself and went to my daughter.

She was sitting on the floor playing with a stuffed unicorn when I came in. “Mommy!”

I smiled and knelt down next to her. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Let’s play! Mrs Unicorn is having a tea party!”

I played with her for about thirty minutes until I could see her getting sleepy. I performed an exaggerated yawn and stretch. “Oh, my. I’m getting a bit sleepy after all that delicious tea. What do you say we take a nap?”

“No!” she said groggily, then yawned. “I wanna play more.”

“Oh, but I think Mrs Unicorn is getting sleepy, too. And you know how she likes to nap with you.”

She looked at her stuffed animal like she was pondering the greatest mysteries of the universe. “Mmm, okay. If she wants to we can nap.”

I tucked her in and softly sang to her until she fell asleep, appreciating how much better my new womanly voice was for the job. I couldn’t help but shed a tear as I kissed her on the forehead and withdrew.

Back in the living room, Dillon pulled me into another embrace. I didn’t resist. I just let all my stress melt away, resting my head against his shoulder.

“How’s Jenny?” he asked.

“She’s fine. She doesn’t know what was happening.”

“And how are you?” I turned to him. I’d always held a bit of resentment for him because he was the one that stole Brooke away. But I realized that wasn’t quite right. Brooke had cheated because she wanted to. And she had lied to him about her situation. I’d found out that as far as Dillon knew, she was trapped in an abusive marriage and had wanted to leave. From his point of view he wasn’t breaking up a real marriage because she was there against her will. He was doing what he could to help her escape, and comforting her in the meantime.

I couldn’t really bring myself to stay mad at him. Brooke had lied and manipulated both of us. And he was not at all like I’d expected. He was kind, caring, and gentle, but also strong and protective.

And, he was the father of my daughter. I had to admit, he made a better father than I did, and I was starting to feel more suited to being a mother.

“I’m just relieved. I think it’s finally over.” I actually felt a tear at my own words. Brooke had indeed subjected me to a nightmare, and I was finally ready to believe I could be happy again.

Dillon noticed and pulled me in, placing a hand on the back of my head and gently stroking my hair. I just let all the pent up hurt out, and cried into his chest. It felt good. I felt safe and loved.

After a few minutes, my tears had dried, and I lifted my head to look him in the face. I don’t know if it was because I was in a female body now, or because I was so starved for affection, or because he had just comforted me. Maybe it was a combination of all of it. But looking at him stirred something in me, and I had a sudden and powerful urge to kiss him.

I didn’t deny myself, leaning in for a long tender kiss. To my surprise, I found myself enjoying it so very much.

After, I just stared at his smiling face. I was surprised again, by the fact I found him attractive.

Maybe I could go on living with Dillon. After all, he was Jenny’s father. She deserved to have a father in her life, and I deserved a supportive partner.

We kissed again.

I reminded myself, that I hadn’t just subjected Brooke to my miserable life, I had taken hers for my own. I had to stop thinking that I was pretending or impersonating. I was Brooke now. I was a woman. I was Jenny’s mother.

One of Dillon’s hands held the back of my head, while the other ran down my back to my butt.

If I was Brooke, then Dillon was my boyfriend. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be his girlfriend.

I felt a longing. My heart raced and, amazingly, I felt such an erotic sensation originating from between my legs.

No, maybe it would be very good to be his girlfriend, and maybe eventually his wife.

I broke the kiss and pressed my lips together.

I could have a happy family again. Maybe even a bigger family. I had always dreamed of giving Jenny a little brother or sister. Or two.

I traced a finger down the front of Dillon’s shirt. “Jenny is down for her nap…” I trailed off, giving him a naughty look.

His concerned look disappeared, replaced by a man with hunger. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes went wide. He put both hands under my butt and easily lifted me from the couch.

As he carried me towards the bedroom, I felt myself overcome with happiness at this new beginning. The nightmare was finally over, and a bright new future as a woman awaited me.

End

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The Matchmaker 3000 is known to have the perfect matchmaking algorithm. Sam should have read the terms and conditions more carefully….

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I smiled as my pod arrived. I stepped inside and sat in the large chair provided. The pod closed behind me, and I felt it move along the rail.

The large touch screen came down in front of me and displayed a message.

Welcome, Samuel Rollins.

I was finally here. The Matchmaker 3000. A super advanced matchmaking algorithm. After answering a series of questions, and listing my preferences, goals, and values, this computer algorithm would match me with the perfect woman. It was hard to believe people used to court each other without a computer’s assistance. No wonder the divorce rate had been so high.

So far the success rate, couples that progressed to marriage and never got divorced, was greater than 99%. In fact, people had so much faith in the algorithm, that many, including myself, selected the direct-to-marriage option. Once the algorithm found the woman that would be my wife, our pods would be brought together, and the marriage ceremony would commence.

I leaned forward and began the questionnaire. I could specify a surprising in-depth set of qualities I wanted in my future wife. Financially well off. Flirtatious and seductive. Confident.

I kept checking the boxes next to each quality I wanted, ending up checking nearly all of them. I was getting more and more excited to meet the woman that would match with me.

After that, two sensors came out from the headrest of the chair, and pressed against my temples. Then a series of images flashed across the screen, some of people, some of objects or nature. The chair seemed to be recording my reactions. Maybe this was the part where the computer made sure the newly matched couple would find each other attractive.

Finally, a confirmation screen came up. It was done, all I had to do was accept the terms and conditions. I checked the box and hit the big Match button.

Searching….No match found.

I blinked in surprise. I’d never heard of something like this. No match for me? Did I select too many requirements? Maybe I did get carried away. I leaned forward, trying to figure out how to go back and select a more reasonable set, but the screen changed.

Expanding search….Match found.

Ah. It probably had to be a little more open than my selection, but at least it found me a wife. I sat back in the chair and smiled in anticipation.

Analyzing compatibility….Incompatible.

I sat in confusion. How could it find a match for me, but then say she’s incompatible?

Recalibrating.

I raised an eyebrow at that. Recalibrating? What did that mean?

Transporting to recalibration center.

Suddenly, restraints came out from the chair, locking my arms and legs in place. Another three held me at my waist, chest, and neck. “Hey! What’s this?!” I tried to resist, but I could barely even move in place, let alone escape the chair. I could feel the pod zipping along the rail for half a minute before stopping and docking somewhere.

Arrived at recalibration center. Initiating clutter removal.

A nozzle came out from a panel on the wall. It sprayed me with something, and circled me to cover every side. The nice suit I’d worn seemed to shrivel up. “What the heck?”

Several claw machine looking arms came out from the wall to pick at my clothing, ripping it away in chunks until I was naked. “Hey!” Another nozzle came near me, but this one blew warm air to dry me off.

Clutter removal complete. Initiating hair removal.

A different nozzle sprayed me down with some kind of chemical, except for the top of my head. Then I was sprayed with water. As the water washed over me, all my body hair seemed to go with it. I was once again dried off.

Hair removal complete. Initiating hormonal replacement.

Hormonal….what? What the hell was going on?!

Several syringes came out from the chair and walls, and poked into me. “Ah!” I cried out as they injected me.

Hormonal replacement complete. Initiating body sculpting and fat redistribution.

The restraints forced my arms above my head, and the back of the chair wrapped around my torso. It squeezed tight, particularly around my waist and mid torso.

I could barely breath, much less cry out. I felt many tiny needle pricks along my ribs, followed by what I could only guess was a few ribs breaking. Strangely I felt no pain, but I did feel like they were being rearranged.

Something I couldn’t see wrapped around my shoulders, and jerked them this way or that. It felt like my shoulders were being dislocated and pushed into a new position, again painlessly.

My hands and feet were enclosed in small box shaped pods, and I felt the needle pricks, followed by that familiar painless breaking and rearranging.

The makeshift corset I was wearing started vibrating rapidly. At the same time a few flat panels began almost massaging my hips and butt. This went on for nearly two minutes, before I was unwrapped and my arms brought down to the armrests again.

I just barely got to notice that my hands and feet were smaller, my shoulders and waist were a little narrower, and my hips were wider, when my attention was called back to the screen.

Body sculpting and fat redistribution complete. Initiating external reproductive organ conversion.

I actually froze in fear. Just what did that mean? Before I could even think about it, something resembling a sports cup came out from the seat and covered my crotch. I felt a quick stab on each of my balls and on the shaft, then my package went somewhat numb. I could vaguely feel it, but there was no pain from the stab.

“Waah!” I cried out from the next sensation. While there was no pain, it felt somehow like my penis was being spilt apart and tugged in two different directions, while my balls felt like they were being severed. “Hey! Help!” I tried calling for someone, anyone. Maybe a worker could stop whatever was happening.

Two round panels that almost looked like suction cups came from either side and placed themselves on my chest. I felt stabs of needles from under the panels, then an almost bloated sensation on my chest.

The sensation in my crotch continued. It felt almost inverted, like my penis had been turned inside out and pushed up inside me.

The panels on my chest withdrew, leaving me swollen in those spots. The two swollen spots left behind were large and firm, and my nipples looked a bit enlarged as well. I didn’t have time to comprehend what I was seeing.

External reproductive organ conversion complete. Manifesting internal reproductive organs.

I then felt like my crotch was being impaled by a tube of some sort that snaked it’s way into my abdomen. “Ahh….wh-what is this?” I could barely speak as I felt queasy, as if someone was constantly clenching my insides. After half a minute, the tube withdrew, giving me a small bit of relief. The cup moved away from my crotch completely, but I couldn’t lean forward enough to see it past my chest due to the restraints.

Manifestation of internal reproductive organs complete. Initiating facial realignment.

A smaller, egg shaped pod with a hole in the bottom came down from the ceiling, splitting in half as it neared me. It closed around my head, with my neck fitting into the hole snuggly.

I felt the foam like inside of the pod cast itself around my head. After an injection into the side of my neck, it pushed and constricted at various places around my face. I cried out, but my voice couldn’t penetrate beyond the small pod.

It was the same break and reshape sensation. My jaw felt smaller, and my face overall felt different. I also felt two stabs, one in each earlobe.

Facial realignment complete. Initiating vocal pitch adjustment.

A cable of some sort forced its way into my mouth and down my throat. I felt it scratching at the inside of my throat, followed by a cold spray. It withdrew, and the smaller pod peeled back from my head and lifted away.

Vocal pitch adjustment complete. Initiating sexual reorientation.

Now what? I could barely think straight. All these assaults on my different body parts was sapping me of my strength.

The restraints suddenly held my head in place so tightly that I couldn’t nudge even an inch. I felt several little panels on the back of my neck and head. Then suddenly a sharp pain as a needle poked into the base of my skull.

My first reaction was to flinch away, but the restraints held firm. I felt an odd wet feeling on the inside of my head as the needle injected a large amount of liquid. It was almost like it was flooding throughout my head and seeping into my brain. Finally the needle pulled out, and I gradually felt my head clear up.

Sexual reorientation complete. Recalibration complete. Analyzing partner cosmetic preferences.

While the machine was paused for the moment, I tried to look at what had been done to me. I couldn’t think clearly, I couldn’t even make sense of what I was seeing.

Analysis complete. Transporting to cosmetic center.

I once again felt the pod moving along the rail. It was only a few seconds before it stopped again.

Arrived at cosmetic center. Applying hair extensions.

A half-sphere shaped panel, kind of like those things from old beauty salons, came down and covered my scalp. I could feel my hair gently being tugged. After a minute, it lifted off my scalp, and my much longer hair fell down past my shoulders, nearly to the bottom of my chest. Two robot hands then rearranged and styled my hair to stay above my head.

Application of hair extensions complete. Applying facial cosmetics.

Several robotic arms holding various makeup items came out from the wall, and began applying makeup to me almost faster than I could keep track of.

They applied lipstick, eyeliner, blush, and several other things I didn’t know the name of. By the time it was done, I could actually feel the thicker eyelashes and taste the lipstick.

Application of facial cosmetics complete. Applying fingernail and toenail cosmetics.

Separators were inserted between fingers and toes, forcing them apart. Four robot arms came out, each wielding a nail file. They shaped each nail on both hands and feet.

When they were finished, the nail files were replaced with polish brushes. They quickly went from one nail to the next, applying clear polish. I was left with nails that just about shined.

Application of fingernail and toenail cosmetics complete. Cosmetics complete. Transporting to wardrobe center.

Again, the pod moved on. What was happening? I felt so confused.

Arrived at wardrobe center. Fitting undergarments.

The restraints held my arms up and my legs apart, and lifted me out of the chair completely. Two robot arms brought a piece of fabric forward. It looked like a white lacy garter belt. It was wrapped around my waist and secured behind me.

Two silky white stockings were slid up my legs, and secured with the garter straps.

My legs were brought together so a pair of panties, white and lacy to match to garter belt, could be pulled into place against my flat crotch.

A matching bra was slid down my arms to encompass part of my swollen chest, just up high enough to cover my nipples, and was hooked behind my back.

Undergarments fitting complete. Fitting bridal gown.

A large panel opened on the wall, and a beautiful, intricate wedding dress was brought near my feet. I was lowered into the skirt until it reached my waist, which left it at floor length.

The corset of the dress was brought up to cover my torso, just high enough to cover the bra cups, then laced together behind my back. The two straps were slung over my shoulders to connect to the back of the corset.

Bridal gown fitting complete. Fitting shoes.

Two white high heeled shoes, with pretty little bows right near the bend at the front of the shoe, were brought in from either side of the pod. They disappeared under the dress, and I felt them slide snuggly onto my feet.

Shoe fitting complete. Fitting accessories.

I caught a glimpse of two pearl earrings as they made their way to my ears and slid into the newly pieced spots.

A necklace with a teardrop shaped sapphire was placed around my neck.

A delicate looking bridal veil was clipped into my hair and fell to cover me down to my chest.

Finally, what looked like a diamond engagement ring was slid onto my left ring finger. I was once again lowered to the seat and secured to it.

Accessories fitting complete. Wardrobe fitting complete. Change of name and gender filed with government. Analyzing compatibility….Compatible. Transporting to wedding ceremony.

I started moving again, just as I felt like my mind was finally starting to clear. What happened? I felt so different.

As the pod moved along, it displayed the personal information of my match. It included all the qualities I had checked off, but I was very confused by one bit of information I saw. Male?

The pod came to a stop.

Arrived at wedding ceremony. Congratulations, Samantha Rollins.

The restraints finally released me. The chair angled forward so I was brought to my feet. I minced forward a bit, unaccustomed to walking in the heels and dress I was wearing for some reason.

The door of the pod opened, and beyond was a larger room with an altar decorated for a wedding. At the altar stood the Matchmaker 3000 employee that was legally registered to perform and observe wedding ceremonies.

And for some reason, there was also a man at the altar. He was tall and fit, and wore an expensive looking tuxedo. And, I was surprised to realize, he was handsome. Very handsome. Very….sexy. I stared. A man was sexy to me?

He smiled at me, which stirred up a pleasant feeling in my stomach, and warmed my cheeks. He approached and took my hand, and kissed the back of it. I placed my other hand on my chest.

“So, you are my fiancé.” He said with another charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Nicholas Smith. I’m honored to become your husband.”

“I’m…” For some reason I felt shy and submissive next to him, and my very feminine voice only added to that feeling. “I’m Sam.” I remembered what the computer had called me, and automatically corrected myself for some reason. “Samantha.”

“Samantha. That’s a lovely name.” He smiled again, and stared deeply into my eyes. I couldn’t make myself look away. “A lovely name for a lovely woman. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful woman.”

I nearly swooned at his words. “Samantha, would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?” He gently pulled at my hand to guide me toward the altar.

“Y-yes.” I said shyly. I felt like I could barely control myself.

He escorted me to the altar and held my hands as the employee began. I could do little more than stare at Nicholas as the ceremony was performed.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” The employee said. “You may kiss the bride.”

Nicholas, my husband I realized, stepped forward to lift my veil and kiss me. I was nearly overcome with longing. His kiss was intoxicating.

After we broke the kiss, I noticed my computer screen was nearby.

Change of name and marital status filed with government. Congratulations, Mrs. Samantha Rollins-Smith. You may proceed to the consummation pod.

Consummation? I noticed one of the pods docked to this room was larger, and contained a large bed. Plenty big enough for two people.

Nicholas embraced me, then swept me off my feet and into his strong arms. I couldn’t help but feel small and feminine being held by him.

He gave me that smile that made me melt as he effortlessly carried me toward the consummation pod. “As beautiful as you look in that dress, I can’t wait to get you out of it.”

I couldn’t help myself. I cuddled in close to Nicholas, to my husband, and imagined him out of his tuxedo.

Somewhere far in the back of my mind, I wondered if I should have read the terms and conditions more carefully.

The End

One night, a homeless man finds a lone glass slipper. An alternate outcome of the Cinderella story.

***************

I stumbled down the street, no real destination in mind. After all, it wasn’t as though a homeless begger like me had anywhere he needed to be.

Usually this neighborhood was rather busy, even this late at night, but it now seemed like a ghost town. Supposedly there was some fancy ball, so all the upper class citizens were likely busy showing off to each other.

The upper crust usually tossed a coin at me as if in contempt, which was fine with me. Whether through contempt or compassion, the coin I got from them could be spent all the same. Tonight, however, looked to be another hungry night.

A loud bell rung from high up in its tower, signaling the change of hour. It didn’t mean much to me.

Up ahead, a figure rushed across the courtyard and down the steps. A woman, in an elegant ball gown. She stumbled and turned back, seeming to hesitate, then decided to keep going. She quickly climbed into a waiting carriage, which sped off. She seemed troubled. I wonder what that was about.

Something twinkled from the place where she had stumbled, the moonlight reflecting off something. Maybe a dropped piece of jewelry. Well, if she decided abandoned it, it wouldn’t be stealing to take it and sell it.

I hurried over, and began searching around where I thought she’d dropped it. It was darker now, the moon was behind a cloud. So I didn’t see what the woman had dropped until I accidentally stepped on it.

I felt the front of my bare foot slip into a tight crevice which couldn’t accommodate its full size. I looked down to find a woman’s high heeled shoe. It shone like glass.

Actually, it shined brighter that it should. Almost as if the light was coming from the glass slipper itself. In fact, I realized, it WAS coming from the slipper.

I felt a warm, pleasant, tingling sensation coming from my foot from where it sat in the shoe. I stood in awe as I felt the shoe enlarge to match my foot.

No, that wasn’t quite true. My foot was actually shrinking and sliding into place. Within a few seconds, my foot was perfectly sized and sitting snuggly within the glass slipper. Not only that, the hair seemed to have disappeared from my foot. It looked soft and delicate now.

I stepped back in surprise. The slipper stayed on my foot. When I stepped down on it again, the tingling sensation raced up my leg.

I could see through the rip in my pants, my leg was losing its hair, and shifting ever so slightly. It looked more slender and shapely, almost like a woman’s leg.

“Huh?” What was happening?

The tingling reached my hip, then spread out in every direction of my torso and down my other leg. I stumbled, feeling like my legs were of different lengths, and my hips were out of alignment.

Once the sensation had reached all the way to the top of my head, I felt almost dazed. I closed my eyes. It was difficult to think clearly, but I was just aware enough to feel a tightness in my crotch and chest. It was like my member was shrinking, while my chest was swelling.

I felt smaller, shorter, and strangely smooth and soft. After what seemed like a full minute, the tingling sensation subsided, but I was left feeling just as strange.

I opened my eyes and inspected myself. I WAS shorter. And smaller. In fact, my body has changed a lot. My hips were wider, while my shoulders and waist were thinner. There was an unfamiliar weight on my chest, and an emptiness between my legs.

My hands and feet had shrunk, and I was completely hairless, except for my head. While my beard was gone, the rest remained. But my eyelashes were long and thick, while my eyebrows were thinner. And the hair on top of my head had grown the most.

“What…” I said in confusion, vaguely aware of my high pitched voice. I couldn’t do anything except look on.

After another moment, my raggedy clothing brightened to a pure white. It kind of melted together and began sculpting itself into a new shape.

My pant legs widened until they overlapped each other to form the shape of a skirt, which then puffed outward and extended to ankle length.

My shirt clung tightly to my torso and fell down to connect to the skirt. The neckline plunged to expose the upper part of my chest, and the shoulders puffed up. The sleeves detached and formed long, nearly shoulder length, gloves.

Just as I realized it was forming into a dress, I felt something materialize around my other foot then push it up so I was standing with both heels equally elevated. I also felt something like a choker form around my neck, and something rest on top of my head, with my long blond hair curling up to wrap around it.

A moment later, the brilliant white dimmed back to normal color. I was wearing a very elegant ball gown in various shades of baby blue. I now had matching high heeled shoes that looked almost like glass.

Again I could do nothing but stare. My dress hugged all my curves, accentuated my new breasts and hourglass shape. I could feel from how my new undergarments hugged my crotch that my member was gone.

In disbelief, I reached up to feel my face. My jaw was narrower, more feminine. My lips felt soft and glossy, as if I was wearing lipstick.

“Huh.” I mumbled, dumbfounded. Somehow I had turned into a woman. But that was impossible. I didn’t get a chance to dwell on it.

“Ah, there you are.” I heard a man say from behind me. There was something about his voice, almost familiar, that made my heart suddenly race.

I turned and saw a handsome, well dressed man that, for some reason, mesmerized me. I don’t know why, but I felt such an affection for him.

“I thought I was going to have to chase you down.” He continued. “Why did you run away from me?” He smiled warmly at me, causing me to nearly swoon.

Run from him? No, I would never. Because I…

I…

I loved him. It was like my mind was fighting with itself to express that thought, and when it finally did, my resistance broke down. I don’t know why I was in love with a man I just met, or any man for that matter, but I knew it in my heart to be true.

“I’m sorry.” I answered. “I was confused.”

He gave me another bright smile and took my hand. He guided me to hang onto his arm, and started leading me toward the castle grounds. “If it’s alright, I’d like to get to know you better. May I take you somewhere we can be alone?”

I smiled back at him. “That would be lovely.”

Feeling almost like a princess, I allowed him to lead me away. My old life was little more than a distant memory, while I contemplated a new one with this man at my side.

It seemed that glass slipper was the perfect fit for me.

The end.

I pulled another box from the dusty corner of the attic and opened it. More junk.

I’d only met my great uncle a few times in my twenty five years of life, so I was pretty surprised when he left all his possessions to me after his passing. But I guess it made sense. He had no kids of his own, so I was the closest thing he had to a descendant.

I riffled through the box. Mostly it was things like old ashtrays and cheap looking trinkets. An early model VCR. A rotary phone. TV antennas.

Just as I was about to close it up, something buried at the bottom caught my eye. I reached in and pulled it out. It was a replica of a genie’s lamp.

Well, at least something in these boxes wasn’t junk. This could probably make a pretty cool piece to set on the empty shelf of my entertainment center.

I set it aside, and went back to looking through my great uncle’s stuff.

Later that afternoon, I was back in my apartment, watching TV. On my way back from grabbing a beer, I noticed the duffel bag containing the few items I’d kept from my great uncle’s collection.

Remembering the replica lamp, I pulled it out and looked it over more closely. It was really well done. Maybe it was an old movie prop.

It was just a little dusty, but that wasn’t surprising. Who knows how long it was sitting in that attic. I used my sleeve to rub away some dust and smudges.

After a few seconds, the lamp suddenly began to vibrate, and grew warm in my hand. Taken by surprise, I dropped it. It didn’t fall to the floor, so much as gently float down to sit perfectly on its base.

A blue smoke started flowing out of the spout. I backed away and fell into my chair. But the smoke didn’t spread throughout the room. It just collected in the air above the lamp. After it was thick enough, it took on the vague shape of a human from waist up.

Before I could wrap my mind around what was happening, the fog quickly solidified into a blue humanoid person, from the waist up. He was muscular and broad shouldered, but at his waist, a trail of blue smoke connected him back to the lamp.

It looked like….but it couldn’t be. Could it?

“I am the Genie of the lamp.” He said in a deep voice, as I sat there stunned. “To you who has summoned me, I shall grant you three wishes.”

I stared, unable to speak. For a full minute, I just stared at him, as he hovered there, arms crossed.

“Uh…”

“You may not make a wish that would result in a person’s death. You may not wish for a person to fall in love with you. And finally, you may not wish to revive someone who has passed on.”

I starred at him for a few seconds, then squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them, he was still there.

“Is this…real?” I asked, still not believing what I was seeing and hearing.

“Yes. You may make three wishes, and I shall grant them.” He continued to hover there, arms crossed, waiting patiently.

I slowly smiled as it sunk in that this was real. I could actually make three wishes! Of course I’d thought about what my wishes would be, everyone has.

First I wanted a hot wife. That would violate the no wishing for love rule, but there was always a workaround.

“Okay.” I stood and cleared my throat. “For my first wish, I want to be the most physically attractive person on Earth.” I smirked, feeling pretty clever. So what if I couldn’t instantly get a hot wife? Once I was the hottest guy on the planet, I could easily have my pick of the ladies.

The Genie starred at me evenly. “That is your wish?”

“Yes.”

“So it shall be.” He held his arms forward. There was a brief flash of light, and I suddenly felt disoriented.

My body felt strange, my clothing felt weird, and I felt like I was about to tip over. I stumbled but managed to stay on my feet. And then I realized I was on heels.

Standing as still as I could so I wouldn’t fall over, I became aware of all that felt off. I slowly looked down at myself.

My hands flew to my chest upon seeing the two large protrusions pushing my shirt outward. It was a different shirt than I’d been wearing, and I could feel a bra underneath it. I squeezed, in disbelief at what I was holding, and felt that sensation in my chest in a way that was totally alien.

I had breasts! In addition, my top was replaced with a clingy, slightly revealing woman’s top.

“Wh-what-“ I broke off and gasped at the feminine voice that had come out of me.

I leaned out to look past the breasts, causing some long blonde hair to fall into view. I could see that I was wearing a short, tight skirt, and a pair of sexy heels.

I tried to deny what I was seeing. I stumbled over to the mirror in the corner to get a better look at myself. I gasped again.

Just as I feared, a woman was staring back at me. But not just any woman. The most incredibly gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, with large blue eyes and inviting lips.

She had long blonde hair, a stunning hourglass shape, beautiful long legs, and two perfectly shaped DD sized breasts. She turned in the reflection and stuck out her incredible butt. Her outfit was sexy without being outright racy, and her makeup was flawless.

She was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t imagine a more attractive woman if I tried. Any man that saw her would probably have to pick his jaw up off the floor.

No, wait. Not “She.” Me.

Somehow, I was this woman. I saw it now, the resemblance to the old me, like she could be my incredibly hot sister.

“What?!” I cried out once the shock wore off, in that same feminine voice that felt like it could rile a guy up from just the sound of it.

I felt myself again. My breasts were sensitive, and my-oh god. My dick was gone. An alien, inside out feeling came from the slit in its place, covered tightly by a pair of panties.

Gradually I felt all the other physical differences. The weight on my chest, the smaller frame and muscles. The wider, rounded hips. It all felt so strange.

“Wh-wh-what is going on here?!” I asked. I cautiously turned to look back at the Genie. “Why did you turn me into a woman?”

“I have granted your wish.” He said simply, and without emotion.

“I didn’t wish to be a woman!” I protested.

“You wished to be the most physically attractive person on Earth. As men outnumber women, and the majority of them are heterosexual, I have granted you the form that is the most attractive to the greatest number of people.”

I was about to protest again, when I realized what happened. I’d said “person” rather than “man.” Still though. “I meant to be the most attractive guy. This wasn’t what I wanted. Can you fix it?”

“A wish, once granted, cannot be undone. However, you may make any wish you desire, even if that would change the result of your previous wish.”

I took that to mean I’d have to spend another wish to fix this mess. Disappointing, but I could make due with two wishes. “Well, I’m still a man on the inside, so I want you to fix this.”

“Is that your wish?”

“Yes.”

“So it shall be.” There was another flash of light. This time I didn’t feel disoriented. If anything I felt more relaxed.

After a second, I realized I hadn’t changed back into a male. Strangely I didn’t panic, or get angry or scared. “What happened?” I asked evenly.

“As you have wished, I fixed your inner identity to match that of your body.”

I blinked at him. “What?” I turned and stepped back over to the mirror. I already knew I was still a woman, but my first instinct was to inspect myself again.

After a moment, I realized something WAS different. It wasn’t my reflection, but how I felt looking at it. It wasn’t making me excited like before. I wasn’t finding the woman in the mirror attractive. Rather, I felt pride. Pride that I was so beautiful. Somehow I was actually feeling happy that I looked like a beautiful woman.

My gaze snapped back to the Genie, but I paused. I became acutely aware that, even though he was blue, he had the physique of a rather masculine man. His bare torso captured my gaze and I momentarily forgot what I was about to say. “Um…”

Movement on the TV screen behind him drew my eyes. I’d been watching some movie that I couldn’t remember, and now it was at a scene on the beach. A very fit guy was center frame. I walked several steps to get a better look at him.

Oh my. He was….hot. Very handsome face, fit body with a six pack. I could even make out the very prominent bulge in his swim trunks. I couldn’t stop myself from imaging his penis, causing me to blush furiously.

I realized with a shock that I had the hots for a man. I had become a woman even on the inside!

“Oh my god.” I said breathlessly, putting a hand on my chest. In the back of my mind, I knew it was a feminine mannerism, but I wasn’t able to stop it. It had come so naturally.

I became aware of other things. I had walked on the heels without issue now, just like a woman who was used to it. My tight top and skirt and even my panties felt like ordinary clothing that I was used to wearing. Even the bra, something I’d never worn before, felt so natural.

The weight on my chest and the void between my legs didn’t feel odd anymore. In fact they felt incredibly normal. Even the way my breasts moved as I did, and the way their weight tugged at the bra’s shoulder straps felt normal.

Even more than all that, I actually FELT like a woman. Like it was still me as if I had been born and raised a girl.

But as comfortable as I felt being a woman, I knew this was wrong. I knew this was just a trick of the Genie’s magic.

“This isn’t what I wished for.” I said in my feminine inflection, sounding almost pouty.

“You wished for me to fix what you had previously identified as a problem, that being that you still had the inner identity of a male.”

“No! I meant making me a woman was the problem.”

Was I really going to have to use my last wish just to put things back to normal? I wasn’t going to get anything out of this. I almost felt like crying in frustration.

“How can I be a woman? What about my friends and family? What about my job? Nobody would even believe me when I told them what happened. They only know me as a man.” I was ranting, letting my emotions get the better of me.

The Genie said nothing through all of it. Just stared at me, waiting for me to make a wish.

I didn’t feel any shame about crying over something like this, so the tears came freely. “You have to fix this.” I paused to let out a sniffle, intending to continue. “I-

“Is that your wish?”

I answered automatically. “Yes, but-“

“So it shall be.”

Panic flared up in me. “No, wai-“

There was a brief flash of light, cutting me off. After, I blinked as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. It was my apartment, but different. It was decorated differently, in a subtly feminine manner. Like this was a woman’s apartment.

I looked down at myself. I was still a woman.

“G-genie?” I looked in every direction, but he and his lamp were nowhere to be seen.

Three wishes have been granted. Our contract is completed. Farewell. The Genie’s voice spoke directly to my mind.

“Genie, wait!” No response at all.

No! What happened? All my wishes were gone and I was still a woman? What did he do for the last wish?

I thought back to my exact words, and as I looked around the apartment, I found items that pretty much confirmed my suspicion. Tampons, makeup, women’s clothing. Even, as I blushed upon discovering, a vibrator.

This was my apartment, but as it would be if I had always been a woman. Could he have really changed history so that I had been born a girl?

The ID of my feminine form that I found in a purse, all but proved it. I’d be willing to bet that everyone that knew me, now only remembered me as a woman. As far as they knew, my male self never existed.

I was equally disquieted and enthralled as I fully realized I was stuck. Physically, emotionally, sexually. Now and for the rest of my life. I was completely and utterly a woman.

After his girlfriend dumps him, Dave's roommate asks for a simple favor. But when are things ever simple?

*********************

“Hey.” My best friend and roommate, Josh, said as he strolled into the kitchen and flopped into the empty seat.

“Hey, bro.” I said. “What’s up? You sound, like, weird or something.”

“Chrissy.”

I rolled my eyes. Josh and Chrissy were, honestly, terrible together. They always fought and had nothing important in common. The thing was though, she was so damn hot. I suspected that was why Josh put up with her horrible personality. “What happened this time?”

“She dumped me. For good.”

“Oh. Sorry, man.”

“Fuck her.” He responded. “I was getting sick of her shit anyway. I was just gonna wait till after my brother’s wedding to dump her, cause I already told him I was bringing someone. His fiancée is really anal about the seating and all that. She’s gonna be pissed that I’m not bringing a guest now.”

“Why don’t you just ask one of your classmates at magic school?”

“Naw. None of the girls I know are single. Can’t ask them, even just as friends.”

“Really?” I asked surprised. “None of them? I seen them. Some are kinda....”

“You’d be surprised how good the makeup spells can be.”

I shrugged. “That sucks, man.”

“Yeah.” He reached over and picked up one of the pizza slices. “Man, she’s such a bitch. She knew this wedding was a big deal.” He took a big bite of the pizza. “Whatever. Carol’s gonna have to deal with it.” I recognized that as his brother’s fiancée’s name.

We talked about the football game that was starting in a few hours, and his girl troubles were forgotten for the evening.

*********************

“What do you want me to do, man?” I heard through the apartment door as I got home from work the next day. “She’s not gonna go. You don’t want her there anyway. She’d probably cause a scene.”

I opened the door to see Josh on the phone, listening to whoever he was talking to. “Yes she would. She’s a bitch. What’s the big deal, anyway? You can’t just call them up and tell ‘em to make one less dinner?”

I walked past him to couch. “Man, Carol needs to learn to relax.” He continued. I guessed he was talking to his brother. “Fine, whatever. I’ll call you later.”

“What’s up?” I asked when he hung up.

“I got my brother up my ass about the wedding. He wants me to get another date just so he doesn’t have to deal with Carol. It’s cause I’m the best man so I’ll be sitting at the wedding party table.” He sat slouched on the couch. “Man, why do women have to be like this?”

“Hmm?”

“The more you get to know them, you find out they’re crazy, or possessive. Like, I couldn’t even talk to my girl classmates about a light spell cause Chrissy got all crazy jealous. You spend all this time with them and it’s all wasted cause they turn out to be crazy.”

“I hear ya, man.” He was exaggerating because he’d just been dumped, but I knew what he was getting at. Dating was hard. I myself had almost no time to date. “You sure none of your classmates are single?”

“Nah, man. They all got boyfriends or I don’t know them well enough to ask them to a wedding.” He threw his hands up in frustration. “Man, I wish I could just take a girl as a friend, you know? Like no big deal.”

He went silent and looked thoughtful. “You think of one?” I asked.

“No, I....Look, hear me out.” He said. “You want to go?”

I gave him a look. “What?”

“Yeah, man. Like, you could go just to shut my bro and his fiancée up. You get free dinner.”

“You want everyone to think we’re gay?”

“No listen. I can use a transformation spell on you. You’d be a girl for the day then you change back after. They’d never know.”

“Nah, man. That’s weird. Besides aren’t those kinds of spells illegal? You’d lose your magic license.”

“Nah. It’s only illegal if you’re like impersonating someone or using it to commit fraud or something. We’d change you into a girl version of yourself.” He looked at me, pleading. “C’mon man. I’d owe you big time.”

“I don’t know, man...”

“Well, just think about it. It’d really help me out.”

He dropped it after that. I thought about it later that night. I did want to help him but it was still really weird. Well, if I did it, at least he would really owe me a favor.

*********************

“Thanks, man.” He said the following day. “You’re really doing me a solid.”

“Yeah, Yeah.” I responded. “Just, this stays between us, okay?”

“Of course.”

I stood in our living room inside the magic circle that had been drawn on the floor, wearing just baggy gym shorts and a simple white t shirt.

Even though the wedding wasn’t until next Saturday, we’d figured we had to at least practice the spell to make sure the transformation would be successful, and so I could get used to the different body I’d have to use that day.

“Okay.” Josh cleared his throat and put his finger to the notebook at the exact lines of the spell. “This person stands, a willing participant of this female transformation spell for the duration of ninety minutes. David Warring, do you consent?”

The wording and the gaining of official permission was important. Forced transformation of someone else was a felony. “I consent.”

“Permission has been granted. For the duration of ninety minutes, I cast upon you a transformation into a female! Become the form of yourself born as female.”

I felt strange sensations all over my body. Suddenly everything was reshaping and adjusting, I knew to make me look like a woman. I felt things stretching or condensing, but it didn’t hurt.

I felt my genitals shrinking until it was gone, and I felt as if it had inverted and pushed inside my crotch. A truly alien sensation, but strangely I didn’t experience any sort of phantom feeling of it like I thought I might.

I felt my chest bulge out against my shirt and grow heavier, and my nipples suddenly felt sensitive.

My hips widened a little, and my butt grew slightly, while my waist and shoulders narrowed. My hands and feet shrank, and I became a few inches shorter.

I felt my facial features readjust very slightly. I knew without having to look that it was making me look more feminine.

“Wow.” Josh said when it was over. “That’s trippy. But it works. You totally look like a girl. Except your hair. I’ll have to look up a spell for that.”

I understood. Women typically having long hair was a cultural thing, not genetic, so the spell wouldn’t automatically give me a new haircut. “I want to see what- woah.” I said, surprised at the distinctly feminine voice I now had. “This is weird.” I said to hear my voice again.

I wandered over to the mirror to get a look at myself. Even that simple task was made to feel strange by the weight (and slight bounce) of my chest, as well as the wider hips and being overall shorter.

Even though I knew I would look different, I was still shocked to see a woman in the reflection. The boy’s haircut was very out of place, but otherwise I looked unmistakably like a woman. I still looked like my old self, just a female version.

In my honest opinion, I was actually pretty good looking. I had an attractive face and an hourglass figure. My breasts and butt were big without being too much so. My legs were long and shapely. “Wow. This is so weird.” I said in my feminine voice as I felt various unfamiliar parts.

“Okay.” Josh said. “Let’s practice the makeup spell now. I think it’s gonna be a little more difficult.”

I returned to the circle and he cast a makeup spell on me after receiving official permission. A forced makeup spell would only be a misdemeanor, but still better not to have any unnecessary attention from magic law enforcement, especially since Josh was still a student.

I looked in the mirror. The makeup had been applied perfectly according to how Josh had pictured it in his head. The problem was we were two guys that had no real knowledge of makeup. It would take a lot more practice. He was really going to owe me for this.

We spent the rest of the ninety minutes practicing the makeup spell. The final attempt was a lot better than the first, but still left something to be desired.

“Um, maybe try like less stuff on the cheeks this time.” I said, as we discussed the most recent attempt and how to improve the next.

Suddenly, I felt my body shifting and adjusting. “Huh?” I said in surprise.

“Oh, was that ninety minutes already?” Josh asked.

Once the reversion had ended, I looked down at my body to see the familiar male form I knew. “Looks like it.” I said in my normal voice.

Josh smirked and chuckled to himself. “Dude. You still have the makeup spell on. You look like a drag queen.”

“Ha, Ha. Do you mind?”

He kept his smirk as he recited a dispel. “So, I can go ahead and tell my brother I’m bringing you?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, man. Oh. What should I say your name is?”

“Ah, yeah. I guess Dave wouldn’t really fit. Uh, I guess Anna. That was the name my mom said she would’ve named her daughter if she’d ever had one.”

Josh nodded. “Cool. And thanks again, man. I really appreciate it.”

*********************

During our next practice, we mostly focused on hair spells and makeup spells. We had pretty much perfected it and decided on a look for the actual day. Josh locked the look into a specific incantation that would reproduce it perfectly again.

The next practice was for clothing. He looked up how to morph certain articles of clothing into others, so long as the amount of matter stayed the same. We turned an old shirt, a pair of long shorts, and a single sock into a red dress that really looked good on the female me, as well as some underwear to go with it. He left the outfit in its new form in preparation for the wedding.

He took a pair of his old sneakers that no longer fit and turned them into matching high heels.

Next, various objects around the house were converted into jewelry: a matching necklace and earrings, as well as a bracelet.

He attempted to craft perfume a few times, but it was too complicated for his level of experience, so he simply asked a relative if I could borrow some on the day.

I stood in the living room in female form, wearing the full outfit for the wedding, sporting the hair and makeup we’d settled on. I caught a shot of myself in the mirror. I actually looked pretty damn hot.

I walked back and forth, still needing practice walking in heels and with slightly constricted leg movement from the dress.

“Alright, I think we’re pretty much done.” Josh said. “Am I forgetting anything?”

“Um, I don’t think so. Oh, a purse I guess?”

“Ah, right. I’ll make one of those later. So what do you think?”

“Yeah.” I said as I turned and walked back across the living room. “I’m getting the hang of this.”

“Cool.” He said, then smirked. “Just don’t show up Carol too much, she’s gonna be pissed if you take all the attention off her cause you’re hotter.”

“Please.” I smirked back. “Like you don’t want to show off to everyone that you got a hot chick for your date.”

We both laughed, and spent the rest of the night on final preparations for the wedding.

*********************

It was early afternoon the day of the wedding, and I stood in our living room in full female form, makeup and all. Even though I knew I looked perfectly like a woman, and a hot woman at that, I felt nervous to leave the apartment.

I stood in front of the mirror fussing over my dress as an excuse to not leave just yet. I knew it didn’t make sense, I had been magically transformed after all. Nobody would know I wasn’t really a woman, but I still had a guy’s mind instinctively telling me this was all wrong and I would be found out.

“C’mon, man.” Josh said. “You know nobody’s gonna know.”

“I know. I can’t help it, dude. We probably should have practiced going out in public.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. My bad, that’s on me.” He scratched his head and looked slightly uncomfortable. “Maybe I can help.”

“How?”

“Well, there’s this spell that helps you calm down and relieves worries and stuff. If I use that on you, you’ll probably feel more comfortable.”

“Okay. Why do I feel like there’s a catch?”

Josh shrugged. “It’s technically a mind altering spell. I don’t like to mess with that.” Non consensual mind altering spells were among the highest felonies of magic related crimes. The punishments were so severe that many people avoided them altogether. “Besides, I don’t know exactly how it would affect you. But you’re doing me a big favor so I’ll do it if you want.”

“Yeah.” I said. “It’s probably a good idea.” I stepped over to the circle we’d simply left on the floor. “Go ahead.”

“This person stands, a willing participant of this mind altering calming spell for the duration of,” He glances at the time. “Twelve hours.” David Warring, under the guise of Anna Warring, do you comprehend and consent to this mind altering calming spell?” He worded it with extra caution.

“I comprehend and consent.”

“Permission has been granted. For the duration of twelve hours, I cast upon you a calming spell! Let your worries and nervousness dissipate.”

It was very subtle, almost unnoticeable, but as I thought back to going out in public as a woman and attending this wedding, I no longer felt nervous or worried. In fact, it seemed rather silly that I had felt that way earlier. “Wow. I feel a lot better. Thanks!”

He looked nervous for a moment, but when authorities didn’t immediately teleport onto the scene to arrest him, he visibly relaxed. “No problem. So, ready to go?”

I looked myself over in the mirror one more time. “Yep.” I said, and took his arm. He raised his eyebrow at that, and in the back of my mind I knew it was unnecessary. But I felt at ease in my current role of a woman attending a wedding, and taking my date’s arm just felt like the natural thing to do.

“Alright.” He said after a moment. “The Uber should be outside any minute now, so let’s go downstairs.”

*********************

Josh didn’t sit with me during the ceremony, since he was the best man. I sat with his parents and watched as he escorted the maid of honor down the isle, then took his place next to his brother, Greg, on the altar.

Carol entered the room a minute later to the sound of Here Comes The Bride, escorted down the aisle by her father. She looked stunning, and wouldn’t need to worry about me pulling attention away from her. I didn’t know her, but felt genuinely happy for her upon seeing her bright smile.

I reunited with Josh after the newlyweds exited the building. “It was a beautiful ceremony.” I said. “They make a cute couple.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good together.” He pointed to where his parents and another older couple were chatting. “We’re gonna ride with my parents and my aunt and uncle to the reception.”

I put my hand on his arm again, and he didn’t seem to think it was as weird this time. He simply led me over and officially introduced me. They seemed very welcoming and friendly to me. The spell may have made my nervousness disappear, but the friendly people and beautiful ceremony were allowing me the genuinely enjoy myself.

*********************

Later, as we entered the reception hall, Josh froze. “Uh, Oh. We did forget something.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Dancing. It totally slipped my mind.” He glanced around. “Well, we don’t have to do any slow dances or ones where we gotta touch each other and stuff.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I think it’ll be fun. Besides I want to see how well I can dance in these heels.”

“Yeah, but....” He seemed to think the issue was obvious, but it seemed insignificant to me. “We’re both guys. Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“Oh what’s the big deal? It’s just dancing. It’s not like we’re having sex.”

He lifted an eyebrow and looked at me with skepticism. “Well, alright then.” He led me over to the dance floor where a few couples were already dancing to a medium paced song. “I guess I’ll lead?”

“Were you expecting me to?” I asked with a laugh. He was the male in our dance, of course he should lead.

He took my hands and we casually spun and bobbed. As we danced, he seemed to relax, feeling less awkward about it. I was already feeling relaxed thanks to the spell. Not having to lead freed me up to genuinely enjoy the motions even more.

After a while, the newlyweds arrived and made their way to the main table. We sat along with the rest of the guests. Josh was called on to give his best man’s speech.

“I’ve known Greg and Carol as a couple for a while now, and all I can say is....took you guys long enough.” A soft round of chuckles went around the reception hall. From what I’d heard, their relationship lasted almost five years before they’d finally gotten married. “Greg probably wouldn’t want me telling everyone this because he’d be embarrassed, which is why I’m gonna tell you. He used to talk about Carol every time we talked, and about how lucky he is. Carol, thanks for making my brother happy. And I’m sure you have your reasons for marrying Greg, although you have my condolences anyway.” Another round of chuckles. “Seriously though, I’ve never known two other people that were more perfect for each other.” He raised his glass. “To the happy couple.”

Greg stood up and addressed the guests. “Thanks, Josh. I’ll remember this for when you get married. I want to thank everyone for coming to be here on our special day. I can’t believe how lucky I am, and I’m glad you’re all here to celebrate with us.” He took his wife’s hand and pulled her up to stand next to him. “Carol isn’t just my wife, she’s my best friend. Thank you everyone.”

We ate and danced a bit more. Josh seemed to be acting a bit odd. “Everything okay?” I asked him as we were dancing a slow dance.

“Yeah. Just thinking about stuff.”

“What?”

“Uh, nothing. This isn’t weird for you?” He nodded at us.

We were dancing a slow dance, in the typical embrace a man and woman assumed for such. I knew it probably would have felt very weird if I wasn’t under the effects of the calming spell, but at the moment it just seemed like no big deal. Normal even. “No.” I answered. “I’m actually having fun. People get so worried about little things like this instead of just enjoying themselves.”

The song ended, and the announcement was made for the single women to move to the middle of the hall for the bouquet toss.

“I guess I better go with them.” I said.

Josh looked over at where the women were gathering. “Yeah.” He smiled. “Hope you catch it.” His comment seemed somehow different from our usual banter.

I stood to the side of the crowd of women. Carol faced away from us and tossed the bouquet over her shoulder. The flowers sailed right at me, looking like they would hit me in the face. I instinctively put my hands up to block. The bouquet hit my hand and stopped, and I reflexively closed my hands around it.

A few of the women around me congratulated me as I looked at the bouquet in confusion. I was surprised I’d actually caught it without dropping it.

The women dispersed and the single men gathered for the garter flip. I stood to the side to wait to be paired with the winner. Greg flung the garter into the crowd of men. For some reason it looked like it flew at an unnatural angle to land in Josh’s hand.

A slow song, a particularly romantic one, played as Josh and I, and the newlyweds, gathered for a dance. He gave a nervous chuckle. “What are the odds, huh?”

We gently swayed in our embrace. His hands were on my hips while mine were on his shoulders. Our bodies were pressed together and our faces were close. “Umm, Josh?”

“Yes?”

“Did you...did you use magic to make us both catch those?”

“What makes you think that?” The tone of his voice gave away the truth.

“Because, the bouquet didn’t fall even though it took me a second to close my hands. And the garter kind of curved a little in the air for you.”

He was silent for a few seconds. “Yeah I did.” He finally said.

“Why?”

He hesitated before answering, seeming uncomfortable. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about what my brother said about Carol being his best friend, and all the girls I’ve dated I had like nothing in common with.” He shrugged and looked away from me. “Then you know, I’m here with my best friend but you’re like that and...I don’t know, I just felt like dancing with you.”

“Oh. I see.” I processed everything he was telling me.

“Sorry. It’s really dumb, I know. Guess I’m just feeling weird cause of what happened with Chrissy, and...like, even though I know you’re a guy, my eyes and ears are telling my brain you’re a girl, and like-“

“I understand.” I cut off his rambling. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, but, you’re a guy. And my best friend. It’s weird.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re just feeling your normal instincts with a girl. I doesn’t mean anything.” Once again I knew that I would feel weird in the same situation if I wasn’t under the calming spell. But it was like I could currently see clearly that such worries were just silly. “Let’s just enjoy the party and not dwell on it.”

He seemed to feel better. “Alright, if you say so. Are you having fun? Like really enjoying the party?”

“Yes, I am. I’m glad I agreed to do this. This is a really nice wedding.”

“Well, good. I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

“Oh, and Josh?”

“Yeah?”

I gave him a bright smile. “Thank you. Even though this isn’t the real me, it’s still always nice to feel complimented.”

I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he actually blushed before he leaned in a little closer so I couldn’t see his face.

“You’re welcome.” He said near my ear. And with that we continued to dance.

*********************

We arrived back at the apartment later on, with some time to spare before the spells ended. “That was so much fun.” I said.

“Yep.” Josh agreed. “It was a lot better than I thought it’d be. Carol was a bridezilla, though. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised she made sure her wedding was top notch.”

I laughed. “Thanks again for talking me into it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. And you know....” He left it unfinished.

“What?” I asked.

“Never mind.”

“You can tell me.”

“Well, if you want, my uncle is having a barbecue next weekend. A pretty big one. A lot of the extended family is gonna be there. I was just thinking since you had fun at the wedding you might want to go to that?”

I perked up. “I’d love to. Sounds like fun.”

He smiled. “Alright, cool.”

Suddenly, both of our phone alarms went off. They were reminding us that the spell was going to wear off soon. “Oh, I guess that means the night’s really over. Can you unzip me?” I turned around so he could help me get out of the dress.

“Sure.” He slowly pulled the zipper of my dress down until I would be able to slip out of it.

I held the front of my dress up so it didn’t fall away and show my breasts, and turned to face him. “I think I’m going to turn in. Thanks again for the wonderful evening.”

“Yeah, no problem. Good night.”

I retreated to my room and changed out of the women’s outfit and into my normal sweatpants and t shirt that I usually wore to bed, and waited for the spell to end.

It really had been a fun evening. Thanks to the calming spell, even when I’d had to go into the women’s restroom, and had to sit to pee, things hadn’t felt weird.

I suddenly felt the familiar shifting and readjusting as my body turned back into male form. My hair changed back to my old cut, and the makeup disappeared from my face. The calming spell had been applied a few minutes later, so it lasted a few minutes further, but that too eventually ended.

I thought back on the evening, and felt slightly uncomfortable about it. Slow dancing with another guy? Having what could almost be considered an intimate moment? Yes they felt very weird now. Even though I could remember that they hadn’t felt strange at the time, or even a few minutes ago, they felt strange now.

And yet, the fact that the spell had worn off didn’t change my feelings of the evening overall. Even though it now felt weird, I still also clearly remembered having fun. The effects of magic really were strange.

*********************

The next morning, things were a little awkward with Josh. We avoided talking about the wedding, and stuck to things like the football game that afternoon, and work. After a while things were back to normal.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. It was Friday night and I was just channel surfing on the TV. Josh came in the living room, looking uncomfortable and holding something behind his back.

“You okay, man?” I asked.

“Yeah, just....we never talked about the barbecue more after last weekend, cause things were a little weird after.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“You’re still going tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay.” He revealed what was behind his back. “I figured that dress is too formal for a barbecue, so I just looked in a magazine and this seemed like a good casual thing.”

He held up the outfit that consisted of a baby blue halter top, and dark three quarter length skinny jeans. In his other hand was a pair of sandals with a medium heel. It was definitely a woman’s outfit.

“Wait, you want me to go as Anna?”

Josh looked confused. “Huh? I thought....I mean we talked about it when you were Anna. I assumed you were going to. You were gonna go as regular you?”

“Well, yeah.” I understood why he needed me to be a woman during the wedding, but this was just a barbecue. There was no reason for me to play the part.

“Uh, my bad. Umm, problem though. I kinda already told my uncle I was bringing Anna.”

“What? Why?”

“Well I thought I was, and I called him up to let him know, you know to make sure he’d have enough food and stuff. Sorry, dude. You still gonna come?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I’ll still go.”

*********************

The next day, I stood in front of the mirror, inspecting myself. I was back in female form, wearing the outfit Josh had picked out for me. My makeup and hair were done in a more casual fashion this time. I still made for a very attractive woman.

“You doing okay?” Josh asked.

I was actually still feeling nervous. I hadn’t had any time practicing being out in public as Anna without the crutch of the calming spell. And I was still feeling awkward from the previous weekend. I wasn’t sure I could do this.

“I don’t know, man. I....think I need the calming spell again.” I wasn’t enthusiastic about the calming spell and how it affected my mind, but I wouldn’t be able to go without it.

Josh didn’t argue with me. He actually seemed all too happy to oblige with that spell. He quickly got permission and cast it on me. I felt all the nervousness and awkward feelings disappear.

I sighed in relief, then smiled at my reflection. “Thank you. I feel so much better.”

“No problem.” Josh said with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Yep!” I said cheerfully. “Let’s go.”

*********************

The barbecue was a lot of fun. About two dozen of Josh’s family members attended, along with guests of theirs like boyfriends and girlfriends. I mostly stuck with Josh as he showed me around his uncle’s property and introduced me to people I didn’t know.

He seemed extra attentive to my needs. If I wanted a drink, he immediately got it for me. If I wanted food, he made sure it was prepared and dressed exactly how I liked.

We sat on a small bench in the main seating area of the yard. I took the last bite of the burger I was eating. “That was really good. Thank you. And let your uncle know too.”

Josh smiled. “Glad you like it. Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good.” Josh looked at something, then pointed at his own cheek. “You have a little bit of barbecue sauce right here.”

I put my finger up to my own cheek. “Here?”

“No, a little higher.” He was motioning with his own hand. “More like...here.” He reached out and brushed my cheek lightly with his thumb. For a brief second he cupped my cheek as he was doing so. We locked eyes for a moment.

“Eww!” We heard from the side. It was a group of younger kids. One was making an exaggerated kissing face at us. “Get a room!” Another said. They giggled to themselves and dashed off.

Josh laughed to himself and looked a bit uncomfortable. “Kids.” He said.

I wasn’t sure what to say. “Well, I guess everyone thinks we’re a couple.”

“Yeah.” He smirked. “Too bad we’re not. You’re pretty hot.”

I smiled at him, strangely flattered by the compliment even though my appearance was because of magic. “Thank you.”

He was silent for a moment. “Imagine that though. We’d probably make a good couple.”

It seemed like an odd thing to say. “What do you mean?”

“I mean like, we’re friends, and we get along great, and we have a lot in common. We’d probably make a good couple.” He seemed to realize something and looked embarrassed. “Uh, speaking hypothetically of course.”

“You mean like, if I was a real woman?”

“Uh, yeah.”

It was another one of those things that I knew would’ve felt weird if not for the spell. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“Just out of curiosity....” He trailed off.

“What? You can tell me.” I said.

“I’m just curious. If you...if you were really a woman, would you go out with me?”

I imagined the scenario for a moment. Me going on a date with Josh. Not just for show like at the wedding, but a real actual date. “Yes, I would.”

He seemed to brighten at that. “Yeah? Well, I’d go out with you.”

“You mean if I was really Anna?”

“...Yeah.”

Before I could say anything else, an older woman came up to us. She had her phone out, pointed at us. “Picture time.” She said. “I’m taking everyone’s. How ‘bout it?”

Josh looked at me as if to ask permission. “Sure!” I said cheerfully.

“Great. Sit close. Come on, pretend you like each other.” She said with a smile.

Josh scooted over until we were pressed together. He hesitantly put an arm over my shoulders. He was making too big of a deal over it. We were just posing for a photo. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder, and smiled for the woman.

She took the photo and inspected it. “You two look great. I’ll text it to you, Josh, and you can give her a copy.”

She walked off, but Josh didn’t immediately take his arm away. “Umm, Josh?” I wasn’t bothered, just unsure why he was staying like that.

He seemed to know what I was hinting at. “Does this bother you?”

“Well, no.”

“I think it’s nice. Don’t you?”

That kind of intimacy did feel nice, and without the silly worrying about the fact that I was being held by a man, I was free to just enjoy the experience. “Yes.” I said.

“You know, I meant what I said before. You really do make a beautiful woman. The magic just changed your gender. The beauty is all you.”

I hadn’t thought about it that way. I felt myself blushing at the compliment. “Th-thank you.” I said shyly.

The seating area began to fill up, and since we had already finished, we gave up our seats to one of Josh’s cousins and her husband.

“Come on. I want to show you something.” Josh said. He took my hand in his and led me further into the big yard.

We exited through a gate in the fence that surrounded the yard, and he led me into the wooded area behind the property. We came across a small stream with a fallen tree forming a bridge across.

“I’ll go first.” He said, and skillfully kept his balance across the skinny trunk. He turned back to me and held out a hand. “Come on.”

I stepped up on the trunk, finding it difficult to balance on the thin surface in my heels. I wobbled my way across, but lost my balance just as I got close enough to reach out for his hand.

I tipped over and cried out in a girly way, but Josh snatched my hand and pulled me toward him. I was pulled against him, and we both fell over. I landed softly on my back in the grass thanks to him still holding me.

I looked up to see him just above me, holding himself up with one hand. He met my eyes. Our bodies were only an inch apart. His free hand came around and touched my hair, and I felt a little flutter in my stomach for some reason.

He removed a leaf from my hair and tossed it aside, then smiled at me. I giggled back automatically. He stood and helped me up, then kept holding my hand as he led me through a line of trees.

We emerged into a clearing at the top of a hill, overlooking a scenic nature site. “It’s beautiful!” I said.

“One sec, it’ll be even better.” He went over to a tree and held his hands up to it. Several of the leaves detached themselves and came together, converting into a blanket big enough for two people. He spread it out, then sat. He patted the spot next to him and I sat as well.

“I used to cloud gaze here a lot. Also a good place to watch the sunset.”

“I can imagine.”

“You know....” He trailed off. He reached down and several blades of grass changed to form a blue tulip. He picked the flower and reached over and slid the stem into my hair. “There, much better than a leaf. You look pretty.”

I felt that strange flutter in my stomach again. “Thank you.”

He put his arm over my shoulder and gently leaned me back until we were laying side by side. He pulled me against him and continued to hold me. It felt nice. I hesitantly turned to lay on my side. I rested my head against his shoulder and my hand on his side.

We watched the clouds, pointing out what we thought they looked like. He subtly pulled me in closer a few times, bit by bit, until my head lay on his chest and my arm was fully draped over his torso.

“This is nice.” He said.

“It is.” I responded, feeling very comfortable and relaxed. The warm day and calm setting made me feel drowsy, and I drifted off at some point. When I awoke, the sun was setting, and we still lay on the blanket, holding each other.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Josh said with a chuckle. “You’re just in time for the sunset.”

I looked out over the land before us, and saw the beautiful sunset near the horizon, as well as the reflection off the scenery below. “Wow.” I said in amazement. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Almost as beautiful as you.”

I looked back at him. He was giving me a striking smile that, combined with the compliment, made me blush, and my heart beat a little faster. “Thank...thank you.” I said as I looked away again, suddenly feeling shy.

I felt a gentle kiss on the top of my head, and my stomach fluttered once again. My heart beat even faster. I tucked myself into our embrace a little more, and let myself relax and enjoy the evening.

*********************

We got back to our apartment late that night. We had actually held hands on the way up. “Thank you.” I said. “I had such a great time tonight.”

“So did I.” He smiled. “It was kinda like a date.”

“Yeah. I guess it was.” I smiled back.

“Well, what date would be complete without a good night kiss?”

“A-a kiss?” I asked nervously. “Is that a good idea?”

“Why not?” He asked. “You’re worrying too much. Does it bother you? The idea of a goodnight kiss?”

“Well, no.”

“Well then....” He trailed off and leaned down to touch his lips gently to mine. It wasn’t heavy making out, nor was it just a quick touch. It was the kind of kiss you’d really have on a real date. It felt nice.

He withdrew and smiled at me, and I felt myself blush. “Good night, Anna.”

“Good night, Josh.” I responded. I closed the door to my room, and actually giggled. I changed into my pajamas and lay down on my bed, waiting for the spells to wear off.

When they finally did, I sat up and felt a stab of horror. “Oh my god.... what have I done?”

*********************

I spent the next few days hiding out in my room whenever I was at home. Every time I saw or thought about Josh I felt very confused. Why had he done all those things?

A knock came at my door. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” Josh asked uncertainly.

“Uh, what’s up?” I asked through the door without opening it.

“Could you come in the living room a minute? Just gotta talk for a minute.”

I hesitated for a second. I just wanted to hide more. But maybe I needed to try to get things back to normal. “Uh, sure.”

Josh was waiting in the living room, standing near the magic circle. He looked serious. “Just want to ask one favor.” He said.

“What?”

He gestured at the magic circle. “Can you be Anna for a minute?”

“Why?” I asked uncomfortably.

“I just...it’ll be easier if you’re Anna.” He held up a hand when I was about to press further. “Just this last time. I’ll never ask you to do it again.”

I wasn’t exactly thrilled, but it felt like we were going to put this awkwardness to rest. “Fine.”

He got permission and transformed me into Anna once more. I also let him cast a casual hair and makeup spell on me, and change my clothes into a woman’s outfit.

“Well, what did you want to talk about?” I asked in my feminine voice.

He seemed nervous. “Okay. Look you know you’re my best friend, right?”

“Yeah.” I said uncertainty, not sure where he was going.

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I think the strongest relationships, the ones that really last, have a strong foundation like that.”

“W-what are you saying?”

He hesitated. “I want you to stay as Anna. For good. And I want you to be my girlfriend.” I couldn’t speak. I was in utter shock. “Anna, I love you.” He finished.

“Josh, I....”

“I love you Anna, and I know you love me.” He said confidently.

“Josh, I....I can’t....” My mind felt like a jumbled mess. I could remember everything I’d felt while under the calming spell, and his confession now was making my stomach flutter in delight.

“Why not?” Josh demanded, not accepting my answer.

“Because....because it’s not real.”

“Yes it is.” He said insistently. “It’s more real than anything I’ve ever felt before. I know you feel it too.”

“Josh, please, I just can’t.” How could I say I felt something? We were both guys. I was into women. I couldn’t have feelings for him.

“Yes you can. You’re the one that told me we shouldn’t worry about things like this, and just enjoy it.” Josh looked at me sternly. He seemed so confident, so...manly. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, but I think we have the real thing.”

“Josh....” My hands were shaking, and I couldn’t say anything.

“Anna.” Josh said with confidence. “I love you.”

My heart pounded at his straightforward and earnest declaration. The truth was I DID feel something for him when I was under the calming spell, something very powerful and very real. His words were making me experience that same feeling again. “Josh, please....”

“I love you, Anna.” Using my girl name and repeatedly saying he loved me was weakening me. He knew what he was doing. Each time he said something like that, he chipped away at my resolve.

He reached a hand to the side of my head and gently tucked my hair behind my ear. I let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. I felt so weak.

“Anna.” He said in nearly a whisper as he cupped my cheek and stared into my eyes. “I love you.” He slowly moved his face closer to mine. I couldn’t move.

He kissed me, and I felt my heart race, my stomach flutter in pleasure. Without my control, my lips started to move to kiss him back, but he withdrew. “Anna. Tell me you love me.”

I tried to say that I didn’t love him. “I....” The words refused to come out. I remembered exactly how I felt that night of the barbecue. I remembered feeling strong feelings, romantic feelings, for him. They’d never truly gone away after the spell had worn off, because they’d been real, not a product of magic. I felt them again now.

“Josh, I....” As he stared into my eyes, and gently touched my cheek, my resolve melted away.

“I....” I stared back into his eyes. My whole body felt warm. Why was I fighting this? I couldn’t remember.

“Oh. Josh, I....I do.”

“You do what?” He wanted me to say it.

“I....love you.” Speaking those words made me suddenly feel like a dam had broken. “I love you.” I said again. My eyes watered. “I love you.” I said with more conviction. “Oh, Josh, I love you!”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, expressing my feelings that were now running wild. He pulled me in close, as we passionately made out. All my pent up feelings were coming out in a rush. I started crying in happiness.

When we finally broke off, both of us out of breath, I leaned into him. “I love you, Josh.” I said again, quietly.

He took my chin and put his face close to mine, looking me in the eyes. “I love you, Anna.” He kissed me. It wasn’t the raw passion of before. It was love.

I felt so overwhelmed by my own feelings, and needed to express them in a much bigger way. “Josh.” I whispered.

“Yes, Anna?”

“I....I want to....” His hands were sliding down my body. I looked into his face, a face that was suddenly attractive to me. I felt nervousness, but not hesitation. “I want to be with you.”

I felt him leaning me back as his arm came around to my upper back to catch me. I fell into his arms, and he carried me toward his bedroom.

*********************
I looked at myself in the mirror. A lot had happened in the last few years to bring me to this point.

After I’d listened to my heart that faithful day, Josh and I expressed our love to each other, both in our words and physically. After he made love to me, I never looked back, and I never needed the calming spell again.

My family and friends were surprised at first, and some had trouble adjusting, but everyone eventually came around in support. My mother eagerly embraced our new mother-daughter relationship, and was touched that I’d taken the name she’d picked for a daughter.

After Josh and I started dating, he enthusiastically threw himself into his studies and graduated top of his class, and managed to secure a very nice job with the Bureau of Magic. I was so proud of him, but he said he could only do it because of me. He said he was inspired to be his best because he was with the woman he loved. He was also apparently inspired to take care of his health and fitness more, which gave him a nice body that I wasn’t complaining about.

My transformation spell had long since been made permanent, which granted me the last few pieces of womanhood that had been missing from the temporary transformation spell. I was now physically no different from any other woman my age.

Getting my period had been truly strange at first, but my mother was enthusiastic to teach me about feminine hygiene, and after a few times it just felt like a normal part of life. Uncomfortable as periods were, I was actually glad I got to experience them, as it meant I could become a mother. I was really looking forward to pregnancy, as well as breastfeeding.

But, that would come later. The day I’d been waiting for was finally here. My wedding day. The day I became a bride. I looked beautiful in my flowing, elegant white wedding dress.

I felt like a princess as I was escorted down the aisle by my father. He kissed me on the cheek as he delivered me to stand across from the handsome, wonderful man waiting for me.

The minister went through the words of the ceremony, but I barely heard him. My eyes were locked on the man I was about to marry. The man that was the love of my life.

“Do you, Joshua Albert Princeton, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, so long as you both shall live?”

He smiled at me, a smile filled with love. “I do.”

“And do you, Anna Rose Warring, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, so long as you both shall live?”

I returned the loving smile to my groom. “I do.”

We were directed to exchange rings before he continued. “Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

I smiled gleefully as my husband stepped forward to give me the first kiss of our marriage. Being a married woman kissing her husband was such a wonderful feeling.

I was sure it was just the first of many wonderful things in store for us. All our future possibilities flashed in my mind. Having kids, watching them grow, watching them get married and have children of their own. Growing old together.

I was pulled back to the present by my husband’s kiss. He held me and kissed me, making me feel so loved. We finally parted and I smiled at my husband, tears of happiness in my eyes. “I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.” He said.

I wrapped my arm around his as we walked down the aisle towards the rest of our lives.

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Thanks for reading. This was my first story. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

Zachary Fuller wishes for some excitement in his life. Just then, a couple of creatures appear to grant him superpowers. But what happens if the creatures are horribly incompetent?

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I walked casually down the street, hands in my pockets. There was no need to rush, as I had no plans for today. My life was pretty boring after all.

I’m just your average twenty year old guy. I go to work, I come home, I sit around playing video games, then go to sleep. I get up the next day and do it all again.

I guess I should be thankful my life wasn’t filled with drama and hardship, but I couldn’t help but crave something more exciting.

Zachary Fuller.

I stopped upon hearing my name. It seemed to be spoken directly into my mind, and the voice was unusually high pitched. I looked around, and right behind me was something so bizarre that my body didn’t even know how to react.

It was a small gray cat, floating about five feet off the ground. It wore a white handkerchief around its neck, and its eyes contained a focus and intelligence I’d never seen in a cat before.

I stared at it for a few seconds, then squeezed my eyes shut and looked again. It was still there. I shut my eyes again and rubbed them. Still there.

Was it some kind of state of the art drone? I cautiously reached out and poked it with one finger. Hey! I heard the high pitched voice again, and the cat flinched back, giving me a dirty look somehow. Don’t poke me!

The fur had been soft, with the same feel as any other cat. And the cat seemed to be the one talking to me, although its mouth hadn’t moved.

Well then, I guess I was hallucinating. I took out my phone and started looking up where I could get a psych evaluation.

Zachary Fuller, you have been chosen to fight evil, and protect the innocent!

I stopped what I was doing and starred at it for several seconds, then when back to looking up mental health professionals.

Hey, are you listening? I’m here to grant you the power to fight evil. Pay attention!

“You’re just a figment of my imagination.” I said. Why was I talking to it?

I assure you I am real. I am Nekomaru, and I grant power to worthy candidates in the battle against evil.

“Yeah, right.” I said sarcastically. “Because real life is just like an anime.”

Very well. I’ll prove it. The cat put his front paws close together. A tiny spec of pink light appeared right between his paw pads, slowly growing to the size of a golf ball.

It became brighter, to the point my eyes began to sting. A wind started blowing from the direction of the ball of light, almost as if originating from it.

My hair and clothes swayed in the wind. Maybe I could see and hear things, but I couldn’t make the wind blow with my mind. Could this be real?

The ball of light reshaped itself and solidified into an oval gem that looked sort of like a brooch. This is your Power Gem. Take it.

Unsure what to believe, I slowly reached forward and closed my hand around the gem. I felt a surge of energy in me, like I could run a marathon and not even break a sweat. This…this was real?!

To truly harness your power, you must transform. Hold the gem to your chest and say the words. Cherry Blossom Power, Transform!

“What? Cherry blossom…huh?”

It almost sounded like the cat sighed at me. No. Say it right. Cherry Blossom Power, Transform!

That seemed rather silly, but this whole situation was absurd. “Uh, okay. Cherry blossom power…transform?”

The light from the gem flashed out, blinding me completely. I felt my clothing melt away and my body burning with energy. I was being reshaped, and new clothes were forming in place of my old.

The gem disappeared from my hand, and suddenly the light was gone. I stumbled a bit, my body feeling odd.

I looked down at myself, and my jaw dropped in shock. My outfit was not at all what I expected it to be. On my feet I wore pink Mary Janes with a chunky high heel. From there, white socks reached up to my knees. Above was an absurdly short pink pleated skirt. I had what looked like a schoolgirl’s white sailor shirt with a pink ribbon for my top. The power gem had embedded itself in the center of my shirt’s chest.

Somehow, my fingernails had been painted a pink to match the skirt and shoes, and my hair had turned blonde and fell in two twin tails down to my chest.

But the biggest change was the two cantaloupe sized breasts beneath my shirt. I grabbed them in shock, and discovered they were real somehow. In a sudden realization, my hands flew to my crotch to discover my favorite body part was now missing. The rest of my body had become girlish to match.

“What the hell?!” I squeaked in a girly high pitched voice. “What did you do?! You turned me into a magical girl!”

Yes. I find young girls with potential and I grant them the power they need to fight evil.

I blinked at the cat, in disbelief at what it just said. Er, thought? Communicated. “What? Are you stupid? Do I look like a young girl to you?!”

He floated closer and squinted at me. Why yes. You do.

I clenched my teeth. Was he deliberately acting dumb? “I meant before you transformed me! I’m not a girl, you fleabag. I’m a twenty year old MAN.”

The cat looked surprised. That cannot be. I have the mission document right here. He seemed to paw at a spot near his leg as if there was a pocket there. Somehow it produced a folded piece of paper. The paper simply floated in front of the cat and unfolded itself.

It says right here. Zachary Fuller. I am to deliver the power to become a magical gir…huh?

“Huh? What do you mean, huh? Talk, hairball.”

Well…funny story. It seems I mixed up my documents with a colleague of mine. My colleague, The Being of Dark Justice, is supposed to grant you the dark powers of an antihero. I was supposed to give magical girl powers to a thirteen year old girl in Japan.

What the hell? “Are you for real?”

It giggled in embarrassment. Well, I did think Zachary Fuller was an unusual name for a Japanese girl, but I didn’t want to be judgmental.

I told myself not to strangle him, because I still needed him to turn me back to normal. “And you didn’t notice I wasn’t a Japanese girl when you saw me?”

No. I am sixteen thousand years old after all. My eyes aren’t as sharp as they used to be.

“Great. So now what? How about you fix this?”

Um, of course. Let me just call my colleague. He summoned a smart phone of all things and dialed a number. After a couple of rings, someone picked up. I couldn’t hear them, but the cat could, apparently.

Hey, Being of Dark Justice, it’s Nekomaru. Somehow his mouth still wasn’t moving even as he talked on the phone. Yeah, it was a great barbecue. I especially liked the…uh… He must have noticed me glaring at him. Actually, let’s talk about that later. Can you check your mission document? I think we got them mixed up.

Uh huh. Oh really? Wow, okay. Sure, talk to you later. He hung up and put his phone away somewhere. So, good news, The Being of Dark Justice is going to come and give you the correct powers in about an hour. He’s on his union mandated lunch break right now.

Yeah, that sounded about right. I almost wanted to tell them to forget it so I wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore, but I deserved something after all this aggravation.

I better get these magical girl powers over to the right person, so let me just… He put his paw on the gem in my chest. My whole body was enveloped in pink light, which then condensed into the gem. He pulled it away, and I was suddenly back in my regular clothes. But there was a problem.

“What the hell?” I cried in my still girly voice. My hands went to my chest and gripped the breasts that were still there. “Hey, why didn’t I-“

I must go. I’m behind schedule already and I don’t need another write up. He turned into a ball of light and began floating upward. Sorry for the mixup.

“Hey, wait a sec-“ He shot up and away, disappearing from view. I stared after him. He left me as a girl and took off. What the hell? Now what?

Well, the other guy was supposed to be coming in an hour. He better be able to fix me.

I went back to my house and waited. After a while of playing with my boobs to pass the time, the lights seemed to dim. It continued until everything around me was a black void, but strangely I could still see myself perfectly fine.

Zachary Fuller. The voice was very deep. Too deep to be human. It seemed to come from inside my mind, just like that cat’s voice. Do you desire to punish the wicked?

Oh, this must be that dark justice whatever his name was. “Uh, yeah.” I responded. “Punishing the wicked sounds pretty nice.”

Something came into focus right in front of me. It was like a floating hooded cloak. There were no legs, and the hood showed only a black void. Two skeletal arms hung limp in a creepy manner.

You have been chosen to bring justice to the most vile among you. One arm raised and held its palm up. What looked like a miniature suit of armor appeared right above. Take this, and you will have the power you require.

The suit of armor was black with dark purple highlights, and plenty of spikes on the arms and shoulders. It looked both intimidating and badass. “Woah. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Lay it on me.”

The mini suit floated toward me and I grabbed it with both hands. My body was hit with a rush of power, not unlike when I grabbed the power gem. I felt the cold hard metal of armor fitting itself to my body.

I glanced down to see how cool I would look, and it wasn’t at all what I expected. The armor left most of my body uncovered. I had on a pair of knee length boots, then bare skin until the crotch area, where I was wearing what looked like a metal bikini bottom. My torso was uncovered up to my chest, where the skimpiest bikini top imaginable covered only my nipples. My shoulders had spiked plates on them, and then my arms were bare aside from two metal bangles at my wrists.

The worst part was, I was still a woman. If anything my breasts were even bigger now, and the curves of my body were even more lust inducing. My hair had become black and waist length, and lazily floated around me like it was underwater. “What the hell?!” My voice was now less girly and cutesy, and had more of a breathy feminine allure. “What have you done to me? This doesn’t look like the armor at all.”

The armor manifests itself to the most appropriate form for its wielder.

I looked at the barely existent bikini top. “This is your idea of appropriate?”

Henceforth you shall be the warrior for justice: Iron Seductress.

“What? What kind of stupid name is that? And why am I still a woman?”

There was a small pause. Why wouldn’t you be? Why did he sound less cool all of a sudden?

“Because I’m a guy. Your friend turned me into a girl with his powers. Why didn’t yours turn me into the big manly warrior you showed me?”

Wait, you’re a man? Why do you look like a woman?

Maybe I wouldn’t have to worry about getting back to normal, because I was a few seconds away from having an aneurysm due to frustration. “Ask your friend. That cat. He gave me magical girl powers and turned me into a chick. Then he took them away but I didn’t change back for some reason.”

That’s strange. Uh, let me look in the manual. He pulled out a large book from inside his cloak and skimmed through it. Let’s see. Hellfire. Lasers. Ah, here we are, magical girls.

Several seconds passed of him making little “hmm” sounds. Finally he snapped the book closed and put it away. Transformation is done using magical girl powers. If the power was revoked while you were in a transformed state, you wouldn’t have any magic left to transform back.

“So that dumb cat left me stuck like this? But how come I didn’t transform into the manly warrior when you gave me the armor?”

The armor does not affect your gender. It merely enhances your physique and skill.

I glared at him. “You know what? I don’t care about the explanation. Just do whatever you have to do to turn me back into a man.”

It sounded like he sighed. That’s not really in my job description. I’m just supposed to deliver the power-

“Well you and your friend got me into this when you mixed up your documents, so you’re both responsible.”

Fine. He sounded put out. I’ll call Nekomaru and see if he can fix this. He pulled out his smart phone and dialed a number. It answered a moment later. Yo, Neko, my man. What’s good?

What the hell was I witnessing?

Uh huh, so I’m over here with the Fuller dude, and he’s saying you turned him into a chick. Yeah, because you took the powers before he transformed back.

He laughed. He actually laughed. I wondered if my powers made me strong enough to beat these guys up.

Oh, really? Great. Yeah, I’ll let him know. Hey, we’re still on for poker this Friday, right? Awesome, talk to you later.

He hung up and put his phone away. Hearing his side of the conversation gave me some hope.

Yeah, so there’s nothing we can do. Sorry. And there went my hope. He already gave the power to a Japanese girl, and she’s in the middle of fighting the alien monster.

“So what the hell are you saying? I’m stuck like this forever?”

Well, you could try contacting customer service and lodging a complaint. They should get back to you in three to five business days.

I stared at him. “You can’t be serious. I have to wait three to five days before I can be a guy again?”

Just download the superpower distribution app and follow the instructions. It’s very user friendly. Oh, and while you’re on there, if you could leave me a five star review, that would really help-

“Get out!” He faded away, and the light in the room returned to normal, leaving me alone. “Idiot.”

With no other options, I downloaded the app and filed a complaint, spelling out exactly what those two did to me. I then found their information and left a one star review for both of them.

I flopped on the couch, wondering what I should do to pass the time until they got back to me.

Well, I had these new superpowers. I might as well learn how to use them in the meantime.

I experimented with transforming back and forth between my “normal” self, that being the girly version created by the magical girl powers, and the (barely) armored mommy version.

I then tested my abilities like strength, speed, agility, and reaction time. Everything was incredibly enhanced.

I spent the days in the bad neighborhoods, beating up violent criminals and delivering them to police stations to be processed.

Eventually, I received a call from an unknown number. “Hello?”

“Yes, hello Mr. Full? This is Brian with Superpower Distributions. I understand you filed a complaint about the service you received? I just wanted to follow up and see if I could resolve your issue.”

“First of all,” I replied. “My name is Fuller, not Full. And you guys sure took a long time getting back to me.”

“Yes, well, we do stipulate that it often takes three to five business days to process a complaint.”

“I filed that complaint eight months ago.”

“….what can I help you with, today?”

What were they doing for eight months that they still needed to ask what my issue is? I quickly explained what happened.

“I see. Well, let me put you on hold for just a minute while I speak to my supervisor.” Twenty seven minutes later he returned. “Okay, Mr. Full, so I spoke to my supervisor and unfortunately we aren’t able to do anything about your issue. It seems Nekomaru is on sabbatical and won’t be returning until March of next year. What I can do is offer you a ten dollar Visa gift card as an apology.”

“You know what? Forget it. I’d rather be stuck like this than ever have to deal with you again. You guys have the worst customer service I’ve ever seen, and that includes the DMV. And stop spamming my email with your advertisements.”

I hung up and went to my mirror, taking in the girly looking woman in the reflection. I felt relief. Relief that I wouldn’t have to deal with anyone from that organization anymore.

I may be stuck as a woman, but at least there was some excitement in my life. I guess.

I still had a city to save. And I was the only one for the job. The Iron Seductress!

….man, what a stupid name.

End.

Thanks for reading.

A strange call from his friend Melissa could change Charlie’s whole life.

First story after a long hiatus. Hope you enjoy.

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Charlie lay back on his bed and let out a sigh of contentment. There was nothing quite as relaxing as a good takeout meal on a Friday evening, followed by the peace and quiet of some quality alone time. No wife or girlfriend may have sounded pretty sad to an outsider looking in, but he was happy with how his life was. He liked the freedom it afforded him.

No sooner had he picked up the book he was reading from the nightstand, than his phone rang. The caller ID read Melissa. Charlie was a mutual friend to Melissa and her husband, Randy. He had to admit, they made a beautiful couple. Randy was tall and fit, while Melissa was feminine and voluptuous. Charlie was maybe just a little bit jealous of Randy. He might be willing to forsake his single life if it was for a girl like Melissa.

Why would she be calling at this time on a Friday? Charlie picked up. “Hello, Melissa. What’s up?”

She didn’t answer right away, and when she finally spoke she sounded odd. “Hey, Charlie. Um, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure. What’s going on?”

“Do you know that necklace I gave you? Could you put it on for a minute?”

Charlie frowned at the request. What was the point, when she wouldn’t even be able to see it? “I’ve tried it on before. It fits fine.”

“I know, but can you just try it on again for me?”

“Why?”

“….I just want to see something.”

Charlie sighed. To be honest, he didn’t really like the necklace. He never wore necklaces, so it was weird that she’d even given it to him. Still, he didn’t want to be a jerk, so he didn’t throw it out.

“Okay, hold on a minute.” It was somewhere in his closet, but he really didn’t feel like looking for it now. He held the phone away from himself for about forty five seconds, then brought it back. “Okay, I’m wearing it. It still fits fine.”

She was silent for a few seconds. “Are you really wearing it?”

How did she know? Maybe there was something about it that would have gotten a reaction out of him. “Yes, I am. Why, what’s the big deal anyway?”

“Can you please just try it on? It’ll make sense when you do.”

Charlie had to admit he was a little curious. Had he overlooked something about the necklace when she first gave it to him? “Fine, fine. Hold on.” He got up and dug around in the closet for a couple of minutes until he found it.

It was a plain circular chain of small grey beads, with a single black pendant shaped like a teardrop. It wasn’t even that good looking by necklace standards, and Charlie couldn’t see anything particularly special about it.

Still, he put it on as Melissa requested. “Okay, I’m wearing it. Now what?”

After a moment, the small pendant began to glow. But it was very faint, like a cheap glow in the dark toy. How did it work? His body heat maybe? “Woah. Didn’t know it did that.” he said into the phone. It was mildly interesting, but was that all she’d called him about?

“Charlie,” she said, sounding almost like she was about to cry. “I’m sorry. I tried. I really did.”

“What? Are you okay?”

“But I can’t do this. I can’t, I…I’m sorry.”

Before he had a chance to ask what had her so distraught, he suddenly had a flash of dizziness. He felt lightheaded and his vision got fuzzy. He managed to catch himself on the bed and flop onto it before his legs gave out.

He couldn’t speak. The sensation spread to the rest of his body, leaving him with nothing but a cool numbness. He couldn’t see, or hear, or feel. Anything. He didn’t even know which direction was up or down.

After a couple of minutes, feeling and strength began coming back to him. His vision slowly returned and he could think clearly again.

What happened? Was it a sudden intense bout of nausea from some bad food?

He was lying face up on his bed, staring at the ceiling. But after a moment he realized something was wrong. It wasn’t his ceiling. And he hadn’t been in this position when he passed out.

Still feeling a little weak, Charlie turned his head to look around. This wasn’t his bedroom either, but it was familiar. As his mind cleared, he realized the bedroom belonged to Randy and Melissa.

What in the world was going on?

He sat up, but that old familiar action felt strange. He felt a weight tug at his chest in an odd bouncy sensation. He glanced down. For a moment he decided he must be hallucinating, still suffering from whatever made him pass out, because he could have sworn he was looking down at a pair of large breasts. What’s more, they were sitting in a very lacy, very sexy red bra.

But then he noticed it, and his mind started to race. There was a tiny mole on the left breast, in the same spot Melissa had one. He’d noticed it when he’d seen her in a bikini during a pool party once, and being a healthy young man in his mid twenties, he remembered it well.

Automatically, he grabbed hold of both breasts. They were real. And they were really attached to him. He could feel it in his own chest when he squeezed them.

“What the he-” he mumbled, then gasped. His voice was higher and feminine. It sounded like Melissa. His hand reflexively went to his mouth. He felt that his lips were soft and plump, and the surrounding skin was silky smooth. His beard was gone.

He brought both hands up to his face and felt his features. His jaw was more slender, his nose smaller and delicate. The mental image he got from them matched Melissa’s face.

Whatever brain fog was left was blown away, and Charlie became fully alert. What the hell happened? It was like he had somehow become Melissa. But that was impossible.

He remembered the strange things she had been saying on their call. She sounded desperate, like she wanted to run away. Like she wanted out of her current life, and somehow she’d swapped them to make her exit.

Still in denial, Charlie inspected himself some more. His hands no lower had the callouses and scars he’d accumulated from years of physical work. Now they were dainty and blemish free, like Melissa’s, and sporting red nail polish. His arms no longer had their bulky muscles. Now they were slender and hairless. Silky black hair fell into his vision, down to his chest. His legs, now smooth and shapely, stretched out before him to small, delicate feet.

He couldn’t avoid thinking about it any longer. He looked down his hourglass torso to his crotch. Fear and fascination gripped him as he looked at the panties he was wearing. They were lacy and matched the bra, but he was focused on how smooth and flat they were in the front. He swallowed as he cautiously pulled the fabric away to slip a couple of fingers in.

As he feared, his member was gone, and replaced by sensitive female genitalia. Curiosity got the better of him, and he gently pushed one finger into the slit. The sensation was completely alien to him, and he let out a gasp. He started breathing harder, finally feeling the enormity of his situation.

“Starting without me?” Charlie looked up to find Randy standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He was completely naked, showing off his rippling muscles. His manhood was already growing hard.

Charlie was at a loss for words, still processing the situation. “R-Randy….” His voice came out more breathy than he meant, thanks to how overwhelmed he felt. With one hand inside the panties, along with heavy breathing, Charlie realized how things must look.

Randy smirked and began walking toward the bed. “Like what you see?” He knelt on the bed and leaned toward Charlie.

“I-I…wai-mmphff-“ Charlie was cut off as Randy lean in and silenced him with an intense kiss. Before he could react, Randy’s strong hands were on his chest and crotch. Charlie couldn’t help but gasp into his mouth.

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Melissa, now in Charlie’s old body, listened in through the phone. As expected, Charlie, or rather the new Melissa, had been too preoccupied with her new body to remember that they were on a call. The cellphone had been left face down, right next to her on the nightstand.

The new Charlie heard it all. The new Melissa questioning her situation, followed by Randy’s seductive voice. There were a few feminine gasps, and then finally after a couple of minutes, the familiar rhythmic sound of bed springs squeaking and a headboard hitting the wall.

The new Charlie hung up to give them privacy. He felt guilty about swapping them, but it couldn’t be helped. As Melissa, everything carried a sense of dread. Marrying a man was not what she wanted, but she’d forced herself, thinking it would get easier and she’d eventually come to love it. She didn’t. When Randy suggested they try to have a baby, she’d pretended to be excited, while inwardly she was terrified.

The final straw came the previous morning when she saw the positive pregnancy test. She had to go. But despite everything, she did love Randy, in a way. It just couldn’t be as his wife, and mother of his children.

So she decided to give him a new Melissa. Charlie knew Randy well, and was the only person in their friend group without a significant other. He was also kind and diligent. So she gave him the magical pendent earlier in the day, and activated it at the opportune time.

The new Charlie didn’t mind being a man. He’d never felt that connected to womanhood anyway. He just hoped the new Melissa would settle into her life comfortably.

Charlie took the necklace and packed it away with a few other essentials, and made his way out of the apartment. He was planning to disappear from his friends’ lives and start over somewhere new. Somewhere Melissa would never find him.

Sorry, Melissa. he thought. And goodbye. I hope you can be a better wife and mother than I ever could.

End.

Thanks for reading. Just got back into writing after a long break so feedback is appreciated.

After a feat of valor, one lowly soldier is given the promotion of a lifetime.

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I marched forward, determined to strike a blow for my nation. I’d managed to make it deep into enemy territory, and I couldn’t waste this opportunity. Few soldiers of my rank survived to make it this far.

I assessed my options. To the northeast, there was a lone knight that I could neutralize if I struck quickly enough. But to the northwest, there was a castle tower. A far more valuable prize.

The soldiers in the castle tower were unprepared. They had allowed me to get too close, and by the time they organized a counter attack, I already had the advantage. I eliminated the enemy forces, removing the tower as a threat.

As I stood atop the tower, gazing out at the horizon, I realized I had come as far as I could. I would have to double back to encounter enemy forces again.

Just as I was about to make my way down the tower, I noticed my body enveloped in a faint light. It gradually grew brighter until it saturated my vision. I felt a moment of weightlessness, before my footing, and vision, returned.

To my astonishment, I was standing in the throne room. The King was sitting right before me. I immediately fell into a kneeling position. “Your majesty.” I said respectfully.

“Please, stand.” I did as instructed. “I understand you are the soldier that made it to the farthest reaches of enemy territory, are you not?”

I stood straighter and spoke loudly. “Yes, I am. I have made it to the northwest most area of enemy territory, and captured one of their towers.”

“Impressive. That is no small feat for a lone soldier such as yourself.”

“Praise is not necessary, your majesty.” I said. “All in the line of duty.”

“And modest as well. I think I have made the correct choice.”

“Choice? I apologize, your majesty, but for what purpose have I been summoned?”

The King leaned forward, and folded his hands together in front of his mouth. “Are you prepared to do what is necessary to help us achieve victory in this war?”

“On my life!” I exclaimed proudly.

He assessed me before continuing. “My wife was killed in battle not long ago. She sacrificed her life to prevent the fall of our kingdom.”

“I have heard.” I said, my voice sorrowful. “She was a noble queen, and remarkable tactician. Truly a great loss for the nation.”

“As you are aware, the Queen commands the most elite forces in the kingdom. We need a skilled leader to take her place, and command our forces in battle. Without it, I fear we are doomed to fall. You have proven yourself to be quite skilled.”

“But only the Queen has the authority to command those forces on the battlefield. How am I to help? I am just a lowly soldier.”

He sat back and shook his head. “You will become my new wife, then lead our forces to victory.”

I blinked in shock. “But, your majesty, I…I am no Queen. I am not even a woman.”

“That will not be an issue.” He turned to his side. “Bishop of the Black, if you will?”

A man in black robes approached, holding a wooden staff that glowed at the end. “By the holy powers, I grant you this promotion.”

Pink smoke flowed out from the staff to envelop me. As I breathed in, I felt my entire body heat up. There was a tightness in my chest, waist, and between my legs. I felt as if I was being stretched and compressed, and molded into a new shape. My armor seemed to melt away into something soft and flexible.

After a few moments, the smoke dissipated and the sensation in my body returned to normal. I looked down at myself, and saw something very unexpected.

My armor had been replaced with an elegant turquoise gown, much like the style of the late Queen. Beneath, my body had taken on a very feminine shape. My muscles had been reduced to leave me dainty and slender. My hair had grown out to the small of my back, and my beard had vanished.

“My word!” I said in shock, and received a secondary shock at the feminine voice that came from my mouth.

I took a step back in my surprise, and I could feel from the way the undergarments fit my body that I was indeed a woman now.

“Ah.” The King said. “You turned out quite well.” He stood and approached me. “I hereby take you as my Queen. You are now authorized to command our most elite forces on the battlefield. But first….” He let the sentence go unfinished, and a devilish grin crossed his face.

“Y-your majesty?” I asked nervously.

“Come now, I am your husband. You need not speak so formally.” He put his hands on my delicate shoulders. “Let us consummate our marriage.”

I felt my face heating up. A moment later he swept me into his arms and began carrying me to the next chamber.

Some time later, I was returned to the battlefield. I appeared near the tower I’d previously captured. Now, there was a battalion of troops waiting for me.

“My lady!” a high ranking soldier called as he approached. “The men are in formation and awaiting your orders.” He gestured to the largest war wagon. “If you would grace us with your address.”

I remembered why I was here. I nodded and walked with authority up the steps to the command platform. I put my hands on my hips and gazed out over the gathered troops. While my hair and dress flowed in the wind, my body remained unmoving.

“Hear me!” I called. “You are here because you are the most elite soldiers the Kingdom is privileged to have in its ranks. You will defeat our enemies, and deliver glory and security to our people. And tonight, I shall lead you to victory!”

There was a roar of patriotic enthusiasm, and several shouts of “My Queen!”

I turned and brought up my scope, scanning the horizon for our first target. “There!” I shouted. “Directly to the southeast. The knight that claimed the life of the Bishop of the White, now moves to threaten my husband.”

I turned back to my men. “We will not allow it. We will strike swiftly and decisively.” I raised my arm, then dropped it toward the direction of our target. “For the Kingdom! Forward!”

The troops roared their battle cry and took off in the direction ordered. I crossed my arms in front of my chest as my wagon followed.

I did tell the King, that is, I did tell my husband I would do what is necessary to achieve victory. As we rode to battle, I contemplated my new future as Queen.

End

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P.S. On the off chance that someone is unfamiliar with the game of chess, thought I’d mention it here so it made sense.

She doesn’t want to lose the one she loves. How far can a person go to preserve their relationship?

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“Hey, babe.” My boyfriend, Heath, said as I let him into my apartment. He leaned in to kiss me in greeting. Despite my hope for the contrary, the kiss was about as unexciting as could be. Still, I kissed him back with all the enthusiasm a girlfriend ought to have.

It had been a while since I felt that spark with him. I could barely remember that feeling of butterflies in my stomach, or a pounding heart. And to be honest, he’d never really been THAT spectacular in bed, but lately it was just plain unsatisfying.

But despite all that, I still cared for him deeply. He was a wonderful person that always considered my feelings. He always tried to please me with gifts and fun dates. In many ways, he felt like my soulmate.

But the spark wasn’t there, and I don’t know how to get around that. If we were to get married, I may eventually grow resentful of him, and that scared me more than anything.

I’d thought about how to handle this problem, and I could only come up with one solution. I didn’t want to break up and try to remain friends. That would devastate him, and even if he could do it, he would eventually move on with a new woman, and we would drift apart.

I didn’t want an open relationship. Those only bred jealousy, and it wasn’t fair to ask that of him when he didn’t want it.

The solution I’d settled on was much more….unorthodox. But love was a very complicated thing, and unique problems required unique solutions. And luckily, I was one of the few people in the world that could pull it off.

“Come on in, babe.” I said cheerfully. “I want to show you something.” I took his hand and led him down the hall, to a room that was previously just for storage, but had been remodeled since he’d been here last.

Inside was a fully stocked and equipped nursery. Pink walls with cartoon animals, and a soft blue carpet. A crib with a mobile hanging above, and a changing table against the far wall. A shelf housed packs of diapers and wipes, and there was even a rocking chair next to a shelf of baby books.

“What’s this?” my boyfriend asked, looking around in amazement.

“It’s preparation.” I said. “I’ve always wanted a baby daughter, and now I’m ready for her.”

He looked at me with a wide smile, and I knew what he was thinking. A week earlier, he’d brought up the idea of marriage, although he didn’t formally propose. He must have assumed this was my response to that.

“We can have that.” he said.

I smiled at him and placed both hands on his chest. “Yes, we can.” He smiled back, unaware of what was about to happen. “I love you more than anything.” I said. “I just….don’t think we can have the kind of relationship you want.”

His face fell. “W-wait a minute. Are you….breaking up with me?”

“I’m….reorganizing our relationship.” With that, I cast the spell I’d prepared for this moment. My hands glowed a bright white, and I withdrew and stepped back from him.

He stumbled a bit as if light headed. “What…” He cut off and put a hand on the crib to steady himself.

“I’m sorry. This is the only way we can be together forever.”

The changes were slow and subtle at first, but gradually picked up. The shrinking of his muscles and decreasing height were the first to be noticeable.

“What…are you doing…to me?” His voice sounded strained, and he looked at his slender arm in confusion.

“I never told you, but I’m a witch. I’m going to make it so nothing can ever come between us.” He just looked on, eyes silently questioning. “You’re going to be my daughter.”

The feminization of his features was getting more noticeable, as was his younger appearance. He looked like an androgynous teenager, his clothing hanging loose.

“Marriages can end. Lovers can grow to resent each other. But nothing can ever break the bond of a mother and her child.” I had tears in my eyes as I spoke. I knew this was causing him alarm, but it was for the best.

“Wait…” His voice was much higher pitched, and his appearance leaned more toward the feminine.

“I’m sorry. We have to do this. I can’t bare the thought of coming to resent you one day.” The feminization part of the spell was nearly complete. He looked like a girl in early to mid teens, with breasts and curves even.

“No…stop…this….” His voice was indistinguishable from a girl of about 13 years old.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to be the most loving mother ever, I promise.” I made myself continue the spell. He shrunk even more. His breasts flattened out as his body reversed through puberty.

“Please…” He uttered in a high pitched little girl’s voice. His clothing fell down around him, now much too large for his tiny body, leaving him naked. He’d reached the point of a 5 year old girl.

But it wasn’t enough yet. He shrunk smaller still. Eventually unable to stand, he fell to sit on the pile of clothing. He grew even younger, falling over to lay on his back. Finally, when he had reached the point of infancy, I ceased the spell. The pile of clothing he’d been wearing formed a makeshift little bed, in which lay a baby girl.

I gently picked him-oops, I mean her. I gently picked her up and lay her on the changing table. She fidgeted and cooed, but there wasn’t any awareness in her expression. As expected, her mental capacity had also been reduced to that of a baby’s. Although it was his consciousness, she wouldn’t remember her time as Heath. She would only know herself as my daughter.

After dressing her in a diaper and a onesie, I gently tickled her on her stomach. She giggled and smiled back at me, and I felt a flood of emotion that was nearly overwhelming. Tears escaped my eyes as I picked her up.

I kissed her on the forehead and gently snuggled my face against hers. I’d already decided on a name for her. “Oh, Heather, mommy loves you so much.”

It had cost 52 years of the youth I had stored up, but it was worth it. I had several thousand to spare, and I could always get more. Once she reached her mid twenties, I could halt her aging, like I had my own a few hundred years ago. We could be together forever, as mother and daughter.

The End.

You step out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and shower cap, and walk to the vanity table, which had been installed just for tonight.

After a lot of prep and practice, tonight was the night. The night for the long awaited experiment. You were going to have an experience most other men never would.

You had already done some preening before your shower. Your eyebrows had been tweezed to become thin, delicate arches. You face had been shaved completely clean, and hair remover had been used on everything else except your head. You treated your face with special creams to remove any blackheads and blemishes, and treated the rest of your body with skin softening lotion. Your fingernails had been trimmed and shaped to make your hands look dainty.

With excited anticipation, you discard the towel and pick up the panties you’d selected for the evening. You step into them and slide them up your legs, feeling the soft, lacy garment against your smooth skin.

You tuck your manhood back between your legs, since you won’t be needing or wanting it tonight, and finish sliding the panties into place. The feminine undies hold your discarded manhood securely out of the way, and give you a smooth, flat front.

You smile at the feminine shape of your crotch, and sit at the vanity table. You cross one leg over the other, enjoying the feeling of nothing between your legs. It’s time to get ready for tonight.

You start with makeup, selecting foundation and applying it to your face until a smooth, even canvas stares back at you from the mirror.

Next was blush. You give yourself a pair of pretty, rosie cheeks that make you look like you are, true to the makeup’s name, blushing.

You select black eyeliner and delicately trace the edges of your eyes, making them even more noticeable and alluring.

Mascara was next. As you stroke the wand along your eyelashes, they slowly evolve to become long, feathery, and captivating.

Lastly was lipstick. You slide the stick along your lips, coating them in the scarlet cosmetic, then press your lips together to even it out. You’re left with beautiful lips, begging to be kissed.

Makeup finished, you look in the mirror to admire your work. Your hair is still covered and you aren’t wearing your female attire yet, but the person that stares back at you looks unmistakably like a woman, and a beautiful woman at that.

You smile, feeling pride at being able to become so pretty and feminine.

Next it was time for your hair. You carefully remove the shower cap, and a voluminous mane of freshly dyed hair falls past your shoulders. You had grown it out in anticipation of tonight.

You pick up the curling iron and meticulously go through each lock, giving yourself a head of beautiful, wavy hair. You run your fingers through it, giving it a bit of fluff.

The woman in the mirror looks even prettier, and you feel a wave of femininity wash over you.

Next you pick out nail polish, selecting a red to match your lips. You carefully paint each nail, making the coat of polish neat and flawlessly smooth. You paint your toenails as well, feeling a girlish thrill as you do so.

You pick up the breast forms you got for tonight. They were the highest quality available, looking completely realistic and matching your skin tone perfectly. You carefully apply the adhesive and affix them to your chest. Then you use toner to blend away where the forms meet your skin, making the breasts look like your real flesh.

As you stand, you feel their weight on your chest, and the slight bounce as you move. You tentatively feel one with your hand. It feels so real.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. With your pretty face and beautiful hair, feminine crotch and realistic D-cup breasts, you look, and feel, so much like a woman.

Now it was time for clothes. You walk to where your outfit for the evening waits for you. You pick up the beautiful bra that matches your panties, sliding one arm through, then the other, and reaching behind your back to secure the clasp.

You can feel the weight of your breasts tugging at the bra straps, and the bra supporting your breasts. You rest a dainty hand on your chest, enjoying how the lacy garment looks and feels against your skin, and how feminine it makes you feel.

Next you pull on the corset like body shaper. It constricts your torso in a bit to give you a womanly hourglass shape, while providing a bit of padding on your hips and buttocks.

Next is your skirt. It’s an adorable black miniskirt that reaches to mid thigh. You step into it and pull it up, zipping it to tighten it around you.

Next is your top. It’s a frilly dark red sleeveless top. It feels so soft as you slip it on. It hugs your curves and accentuates your breasts. You feel so sexy in it.

You slip your feet into your white high heeled sandals and take a few steps. You can feel the heels affecting your walk to become more of a feminine sway.

You move back to the vanity table and open the jewelry box, ready for the finishing touches to your outfit. You start with earrings, opting for simple, yet pretty, silver orbs.

Next is a necklace. It’s a chain of many little pink oblong stone like segments. It makes you feel as girly as the accessory looks.

For your wrist you select a bracelet in the same style as the necklace.

The final item is an ankle bracelet. You pick out a silver chain with a flower design, and secure it around your ankle.

And for the very last touch to your feminine persona, perfume. You give yourself a couple of small spritz with the bottle, smelling the feminine aroma of a flowery citrus blend.

With your transformation completely finished, you pick up your black clutch purse and stand in the middle of the room.

You look at yourself, your completed image, in the mirror. There isn’t a trace of masculinity in the beautiful woman looking back at you. You smile, basking in the feminine feelings washing over you. You love feeling so much like a woman. You’re happy for yourself, but you’re also happy that you were able to become so feminine for....him.

Your smile widens as you think of him, and you feel a slight flutter in your stomach, a bit of heat in your cheeks. Yes, you have a date tonight. As unbelievable as it sounds, you have a date with a man. This is tonight’s experiment. You never would have considered going on a date with a man, but for some reason you just couldn’t say no to his experiment. You didn’t want to say no.

Your doorbell rings, and you feel a nervous but excited thrill. He’s here! “Coming!” you call in a practiced feminine voice. You inspect yourself in the mirror one last time before you go to open the door for him.

There he stands, broad shouldered and a full head taller than you, even in your heals. His sharp button up shirt is just loose enough to tease at the muscular body beneath. His dark slacks seem tailored to him, and show off just the vaguest hint of the outline of his manhood. His shoes are polished to a shine.

His hair is the perfect blend of neat and casual, and you notice the barest of a shadow of beard growth. He flashes you a charming smile that gives you a pleasant little flutter in your stomach, and you have admit, he’s quite handsome.

“Hi.” You say shyly.

“You look beautiful.” He says.

You give a shy, nervous giggle. “Thank you.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You look handsome.”

He holds up a bouquet of flowers. “For you.”

You blush, feeling flattered and special as you accept the beautiful arrangement from him. “Thank you! They’re beautiful!” You go to put them in water.

“Ready?” He asks with smile when you return.

You smile back at him, back at the man that’s about to take you out on a date. “I’m ready.”