New Maid

Unbelievable. Just like the witch had promised.

Not a single trace of the old you is left.

The fun part starts now. 

In the coming days my sister will train you in the art of the "good maid".

After all you will need a new job, now that you will be taken for dead and

that your assets will pass to me, your sweet little wife.

Don't worry, you will like to serve me and your brother, my future husband.

And even if you don't like it, you'll have a way out: just a call from me, 

and you'll be expatriated as an irregular immigrant within a few hours.

 
You don't have an identity. You don't have anything. 

Keep this in mind: you are mine.

Lost Rings

"What?! What would you mean "I lost the rings"?!”

A week ago my wife made a very special request for me: using her family's ancient magic rings to
exchange bodies for a few days.
She said she had always been curious about what life was like for the other gender, and that now
that her grandmother had passed on the rings to her, she could finally find out.
I obviously thought it was a joke, or maybe the beginning of a role-playing game to continue in
bed, so I accepted her proposal and I wore the ring, laughing.
The shock I felt a moment later is indescribable. After a flash of light, I found myself in front
of myself!
After I calmed down, my wife (in my body) hugged me, thanking me for giving her this chance.
Seeing her happiness, I didn't feel like pulling myself back, so we agreed to stay that way for a
week.
Today was the last day, and back home we would have to wear the rings to get back into our bodies.
But this news has changed everything.
And although I love my wife, and I am sure she also loves me, part of me is suspicious about this
"disappearance" of the rings
She really loved this week as a man.
I hope she didn't hide them in order to extend this particular period of our married life...

FRANKly, it's sexist...

"But... What the hell..."

Frank is a sexist pig. 
He always has been.
And after years of "one night things" with poor deceived women and workplace harassment,
he finally found someone able to punish him. 
Or rather... educate him.
One of his colleagues, practicing the occult sciences, got tired of his attitude and lack of
respect for the women in their office.
So one evening, while he was working late in the office alone, he began to feel terrible cramps.
He fainted, and when he woke up he immediately felt physically very... different.
And after a long scream and a few minutes of paralysis in front of the mirror of his office due
to the shock,  “Francine” found a note left under her door.


Dear Frank,
your sexism has become unbearable, so drastic intervention was necessary.
Everyone, except the two of us, remember you only as Francine, my secretary.
Behave well for a year, prove me you have really changed, and I'll turn you back.
See you tomorrow at work.
If you need some "feminine" advice, call me.
                                                                      Claire

Red Hair (part 3)

-"You will have to be punished, Charlotte. Your brother told your father that he saw

you ride today at dawn. How many times do I have to tell you that certain activities

are no longer permitted to you? No more riding at dawn. No more hunting. No

more tournaments, no more archery, no more drinking nights at some inn.

You are a Lady now! You must accept it. The salvation of your people demanded it.

I know you are hating me right now, but I do it for your own good. From today, as

a punishment, your cooking lessons, your sewing lessons, your music lessons and

your deportment lessons will all last an hour longer. 

Do I make myself clear, young lady?"

-"Yes, mother. But could you at least ask my brother to give me a break?

Every day he comes to see me during one of my lessons, mocking me for what I

have to do and to boast about his new position as Crown Prince... 

He's really hateful!"

-"Charlotte! How dare you! You're talking about the future king! You are his

sister, and you must respect him! 

At lunch I expect you to apologize to him for these words of yours. 

And as a sign of trust and respect towards him you will ask him to choose for you

a knight who will accompany you to the Great Ball that we will have in two weeks."

-"Ngh ... Ok, I'll do it. Excuse me, mother."

 
By now I have learned to obey. A month has passed since my transformation, and

every time I rebelled in some way, things got worse and worse.

Since I refused to comb my hair and put on makeup in the morning, my mother

began to take care of it herself. Which turned out to be even more unpleasant and

humiliating.

When I hit a knight who complimented me on my "incredible and feminine beauty",

I was forced to wear a corset all the time. It's terrible, it's very uncomfortable!

And I have many more examples...

It will be better to accept my new role, at least for now...

Perfect.

Perfect. 
You are perfect.
By now you're ready to marry my son. 
 
As promised, having completed the training, you will receive the answers to the
questions you kept asking me.
 
1) Why am I doing this to you?
For my son, for his happiness. He never found love, and over time he fell into 
depression. You will heal every wound of his soul.
 
2) Why did I choose you?
Because among the few true friends of my son, among the few people who share his
interests, among the few he trusts, among the few who really love him, you are
the one who had the most suitable nature to be "trained" in a few months.
 
3) How is your girlfriend?
She's fine. After your disappearance, she suffered for a month, then started 
going out again. She immediately met a perfect guy for her, and a few days ago,
after only two months of relationship, they decided to get married.
If you really love her, you won't try to contact her, ruining her happy new life.
 
4) What awaits you after all you've been through?
As I announced, you will marry my son. You will be his perfect wife,his perfect
partner. You will be the mother of his children. You will be the housewife who
will look after him when he returns home after a long day at work.

5) Is my son involved in this affair?
No, he knows nothing about it. He is sad for your disappearance, and in these
3 months he has tried to find you in every way. He doesn't even know that I'm able
to do what I do, he doesn't know magic.

Honestly, I'm sorry you had to suffer such a radical transformation. For an athletic
and vigorous man as you were it must have been terrible to find yourself as a thin,
weak and petite woman.
And I'm sorry I had to give you so much pain to force you to learn everything you
need in your new life, from cleaning the house, ironing and cooking to taking care
of your new body and doing make-up.
But it was necessary.

Now I'll let you go, and you'll have to go to my son. Tell him everything, if you
prefer. The important thing is that you move to live with him. Even if you two try
to resist, eventually your friendship will turn into something more. You're a straight
woman now, after all.
 
My son will obviously look for me, to force me to change you back.
But he won't find me. I will not be found for many years.
For his happiness, I'm ready for that too.
But know that I will continue to watch over you, and that if you do not move to 
his home, or later you will move somewhere else, your family will suffer the 
consequences.  
Your brother could become a perfect Latin American carer for me, in a few years...
 
It depends only on you. 
Rule number one: stay with my son. 
Rule number two: don't find a job; you will have to be a housewife, so you can
concentrate on making my son happy full time.
The rest is up to you two.
But I am sure that in a few months, or at most a few years, you will get married.
It will be the beginning of your happy family, crowned by so many beautiful children,
whose conception will not be difficult, considering how much I have made you
fertile...

You can do it!

"Come on, you can do it! Say that! Say it now!"

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm back to bite my lip with an unintelligent expression.

Like all the other times I've tried to reveal who I really am to my girlfriend.

Well, now ex-girlfriend, since she hasn't considered me her boyfriend 

for a month.

Not that it's my fault: obviously she thinks I'm my cousin, Sally.

Sally and I grew up together, living on the same block.

You have always been a tomboy, and we always had a lot of fun as children.

But her parents are very traditional, and growing up they imposed on her a  

"good young lady" lifestyle.

She suffered a lot, but was always unable to rebel against her parents. 

About six months ago she started getting interested in the occult. 

I thought it was just a hobby to escape from her problems, since her father

had just prevented her from enrolling in college, wanting to impose her a

future as a housewife. 

But I was wrong... 

It was a way to put that future on someone else! 

And apparently the only person (not older than her) whose life she knew 

well enough to allow her to steal it was me! 

About a month ago I woke up in her body, I don't know as a result of 

which ritual.

And this damn magic prevents me from telling anyone who I really am.

Every time I try I get stuck, I bite my lips, sometimes I slobber a little...

Sally continues to apologize to me, assuring me that this is only a "short

vacation" from her life. 

Too bad that this vacation was to last two weeks, and was extended by

another two. 

And yesterday Sally told me that she is too comfortable with MY fiancée,

and that she wants to postpone the return of my body for another month.

She seems really sorry, but at the same time she doesn't seem to want to

give up this new life.

Not being able to ask anyone for help, I can do nothing but beg her crying,

and hope that in a month she will keep her word...

I don't want to become a housewife!

Red Hair (part 2)

"Are you serious!? Are you kidding me?! The princess of Eraldon!?"

Three days have passed since my unpleasant transformation. 

For the first time, I left my room. And I was forced to do it with women's clothes,

since they are the only ones left in my rooms... 

My parents said they were very happy to see me finally going around the castle

again, and they immediately told me the glad tidings for the kingdom.

Villagers and soldiers have been celebrating for days since the end of the war and

other neighboring states are renewing diplomatic relations with us!

In particular, the king of Eraldon proposed his daughter's hand in marriage, to

seal a new long alliance.

The princess of Eraldon is famous for her beauty, and I always thought that one

day I would marry her.

Now, instead, it will be my younger brother the lucky one, being the only

remaining male heir of my father.

He will receive the crown that would have fallen to me, he will marry the woman

of my dreams, he will live the life I wanted to live... 

Meanwhile, I will stay in the castle of our old enemies, worrying only about 

generating heirs for their House...

You said...

How can you do this to me? 

You said you were just curious about what it feels like

to be a man. 

You said you wanted to try a male body just for 24 hours. 

You said you came to me because I was your only male friend you trusted enough to 

reveal that you inherited a spell book. 

And now, after having disappeared for three days with my body, 

do you call me to tell me that you have fled abroad to start a new life? 

A life like the man you wanted to be all your life?! 

I trusted you! 

You were my best friend! 

I loved you! 

And you said you loved me too!

Red Hair

"And what's this...? Hair?"

For four years my father's kingdom has been at war with a neighboring kingdom, Rackmar. 

The war is going bad, our people risk a massacre.

Yesterday ambassadors of our enemy arrived, with whom my father spoke for hours, 

alone.

After the meeting, he came to me (his 18-year-old son), asking me "Son, would

you be ready for anything for the sake of your people?". Obviously I said "Sure, 

Father! What is it?", but he left without further explanation.

The next day, I woke up with a red tuft of hair in front of my face.

I became a girl!

During these first traumatic hours my parents explained what had happened to me. 

The ambassadors' peace proposal included the marriage between the king of Rackmar's son

and my father's daughter. 

The perfidious sovereign knew that my father had only two sons, aged 18 and 16, and sent

a potion to transform the major (me!) into a girl! The ambassadors handed over the potion 

to my father, demanding a reply within 24 hours.

My father chose the salvation of our people, even if it meant the sacrifice 

of my masculinity...

That witch!

It is not possible! 

That's Sarah, in my body, kissing my wife!

But... we woke up in each other's bodies just 3 days ago! 

It is not possible that she has already fallen in love with my wife in such a 

short time... She was a straight woman, for heaven's sake! 

Or so I thought... 

Now that I think about it, she seemed to me too little worried on the first day,

when we decided to live each other's lives while trying to figure out what had

happened... Oh no...

That witch wants to steal my wife, my heritage, my whole life!