Brushing her hair

"...ninety-nine...and one hundred. That's it. Even today I brushed

my hair 100 times as my husband wants."

It is undoubtedly boring to have to do it every evening, but at least

it gives me time to think.

To think about what my life would have been like if things had gone

differently. If my best friend hadn't found that magic amulet capable

of manipulating reality. If he hadn't thought that the perfect woman

for him was a beautiful woman with the personality of his best friend, 

deciding to transform me. If I hadn't rebelled against my new life,

forcing him to use the amulet again, making me docile and obedient.

But it's in the past.

Years have passed, and I have grown used to this existence now.

It's not the life I would have chosen for myself, but it could have

been worse, I guess.

Unenthusiastic mommy-to-be

"It's not possible! I don't want to have to experience all this!"

My wife was very worried when she found out she was pregnant.

I tried to show her the positive sides, but she kept saying she didn't

feel ready to live an entire pregnancy.

After a few days of morning nuasee she could not resist anymore,

and asked a friend of her mother's help.

I don't know how, but in doing so she found a way to exchange our

bodies, and the next day, without any warning, I woke up seeing

myself smiling at me.

Obviously I had a panic attack, but when I calmed down my wife

explained everything to me.

She used an ancient ritual that can only be used among those with

a marriage bond, which allows bodies to be exchanged.

She didn't tell me about it before putting it into action because she

feared I would say no. Obviously she was right.

She asked me two weeks to get psychologically prepared, before

returning my body.

I didn't want to, but I accepted for her. After all, it was only 2 weeks,

and running a small shop together we wouldn't have had any business

problems due to the swap.

Too bad that at the end of the 2 weeks, she begged me to give her 2

more. Apparently she had lived very well in my body, and wanted to

be able to stay there at least a full month.

At the end of the month, she told me that she had thought about it for

a long time, and that it was right that we divide the pregnancy into

equal parts: 4 and a half months apiece.

Obviously I protested and we fought for a long time, but I was helpless.

She was the only one who knew how to repeat the ritual.

After 4 and a half months, she confessed to me that she still could not

take this responsibility, and that she had decided that I would be the

one who gave birth to the baby.

I cried all night, but she didn't change her mind.

By now I'm in the eighth month, and I'm getting worse. I hate this

pregnancy!

I didn't have to experience all these hassles and problems! It was not

my destiny, as it is not for any man!

And to make matters worse, as far as she seems comfortable in my

body, I start to fear that my wife will not return it to me even after the

birth of the baby!

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Weight problems (part 3)

4 months later:

Patty's POV: "I came back! It was a great trip, but I'm happy to... Oh

my God! Would that be Alan in my body?! How much has he let himself

go in these 4 months? Yet before I leave... Oh no... I forgot...

I was going to loosen my spell before I left, so that he could keep his

weight stable. 

But between the preparations for the trip and the "pleasant distractions"

of my girlfriend it completely slipped my mind!

Maybe it would be better if I completely removed the spell for a while,

so that he could return to a better shape.

But wait... 

My old friend Frank has always been a bit chubby, and because of his

insecurity he never had a girlfriend. Well, with a girl even chubbier than

him, he could find the courage to start a relationship...

Okay, I've decided: I will remove the part of the spell related to increased

hunger, but I will let remain the part of the slowed metabolism.

This way Alan will no longer gain weight, but he shouldn't be able to

lose it either.

And tomorrow I will make him find a letter in which I will tell him that

I am very disappointed by the way I found my body destroyed. I will

tell him that if he wants to have a hope of getting his body back (sure,

of course eheheh) he will have to do me a big favor.

And this favor will be going out on some dates with Frank!

By now Alan is clearly an outcast. From what I see he is alone and

bullied. They even gave him a nickname to mock him: Fatty Patty! 

He is in pieces. 

With the right manipulation I could also manage to make this relationship

last a long time.

And who knows? Maybe after months of solitude he won't mind having

someone next to him. And if his sexual orientation has changed with his

body like mine, he might even begin to feel feelings for Frank... 

My dear "Fatty Patty", we will have a lot of fun together! I will make you

my personal project!"

[The End] 

Weight problems (part 2)

Another week has passed, and I just can't get on a diet.

I'm always too hungry!

I tried to balance my eating with physical activity, but with poor results:

this body eliminates fat very slowly...

And to make matters worse, Patty left me another letter, telling me

that she will go on a study trip for a couple of months with her new

girlfriend (with my body she had no problem finding one!). 

That witch wrote that she "hopes for me to lose enough weight by the

time she returns". That bloody girl. She is enjoying it far too much.

I don't have time for social activity. I spend my days eating, doing

exercises, and studying (if I don't pass the exams, I'm afraid Patty

might not want to repeat the swap). 

I am becoming an outcast at this rate... 

My current life is very sad, but for this reason I have to work hard to

be able to abandon it as soon as possible.

That's enough! I will really go on a diet from tomorrow, at any cost!

Two days later:

"I can't resist. I can't help it!"

Weight problems (part 1)

"It's really delicious! I can't control myself. I'll start the diet tomorrow.

Once again."

Alan is a college freshman, and until two weeks ago he was an athletic

and good-looking guy. 

On the first day of college he tried to pick up a girl, and when she

refused he shouted after her "Did you think I was interested in you,

"fatty piggy"?" 

Unfortunately for him he didn't know two things: the girl he had just

made fun of, Patty, was a witch; and this girl was not happy with her

life, and had decided to take advantage of the beginning of college to

start from scratch by exchanging bodies with another freshman.

She was already almost sure she wanted to try life in a boy's body, and

seeing a boy with a perfect body but worthy of punishment seemed to

her a sign of destiny.

And his insult had also given her an excuse to keep him under control,

making him believe he could get his body back in a short time by

being good.

The next day Allen woke up in Patty's body, and after a few minutes

of panic he found a letter next to his bed:

Dear Alan, 

I thought about your comment yesterday, and I think you were right

in calling me "fatty piggy". 

Lately I've put on a few extra pounds, but I just can't lose weight.

Seeing how athletic you are I thought you could help me.

You lose 10 pounds for me, in my body, and I will give you your body

back. 

Don't try to contact me, talk to me, threaten or annoy me with your

pleas in any way, or I'll make the swap permanent.

You can only come to me when you have lost the required weight. 

I hope I was clear. 

Bye bye, fatty piggy ;)

                                                                              Patty

Poor Alan had to surrender to stay in that body for a while. But despite

the fact that he never had a problem losing weight, strangely he just

couldn't stop nibbling in those first two weeks.

Instead of losing weight, for now he had put on another six pounds! 

But it wasn't his fault...

Unbeknownst to him, Patty had cast a spell on him, doubling his

normal hunger and slowing down his metabolism.

This challenge was a losing battle for Allen.

Okay, I was wrong, but...

"Okay, I was wrong to say what I said, but she definitely exaggerated

the reaction."  

Yesterday I was arguing with my girlfriend, as we often did in the last 

weeks. Yesterday's discussion concerned the situation of women in the

poorest countries. 

She said their situation in society is terrible: they live without freedom, 

opportunity to work and equality to their husbands. 

I replied that it's not that bad. In this way they can focus on what they 

are biologically meant for: taking care of children and household chores. 

I have never seen my girlfriend so angry! She called me a male chauvinist,

and swore that I would regret my words, before leaving. 

When I woke up this morning I was not in my 20 year old male body, 

but in the body of a 30 year old woman in India! 

Strangely, I spoke and understood the local Hindi language, but I forgot 

English! 

There were two small children in the house, which I had to take care 

of all day. 

Reading a small blackboard in the kitchen, I understood what household 

chores I should take care of. 

I thought the best thing was not to draw attention, so I tried to do what 

is expected from this woman. 

It is clear that my girlfriend is behind all this mess, even if I don't know

how. 

I can only hope that she will decide to forgive me before tonight, because 

according to what my "husband" told me before leaving the house this 

morning, he decided to have another child, and he wants to "take care 

of it" tonight!

Wifely duties (part 2)

Nine months later: 

Damn me! 

Why did I give up nine months ago?

And why didn't either of us think about using a damned

condom?! 

This is the most painful experience of my life!

I was not the spouse who should have gone through

all this! 

And  above all why did I let my wife talk me into

having a natural birth!?

Wifely duties (part 1)

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I simply can't. I don't care that I'm in your

body now and that I'll probably remain in it, since we don't know

what caused the swap, but I still consider myself your husband.

I can't take care of my "wifely duties"... It's only been 2 weeks,

I still feel like a man. I can't visualize "you and me" that way.

Did you get the hang of this yet? How did you do? I still struggle

to look in the mirror... Really, I'm sorry, but just the thought of

going to bed with you makes me shiver."

Two hours later:

"Wow. Well, it wasn't that bad."

The Shint

"Look on the bright side, you're adorable"

Until a few minutes ago I was a boy in my 20s, single and unrelated

to my family for a few years, but happy with my life.

As I returned to my apartment, while walking a few meters from an

unknown boy of my age who was going in my same direction, I saw

an intense but small light in front of us.

We both stopped, looking worried at each other, as the light took

shape and became something like a fairy. While we were paralyzed

with fear, the fairy began to speak: "Hello, humans! I am a Shint, an

interdimensional spirit. I wander between dimensions playing with

the beings I come across. Now I will play with you two! Let's start

with you... " he said, pointing at me. 

I immediately felt intense pain all over my body, and saw the world

grow bigger. 

But it was I who was shrinking, going from 6'0 to 5'0 in height.

After a few seconds my transformation was over, and I had become

a petite asian girl!

Before being able to process the shock, the Shint started talking

again, looking at the other boy: "What could I do with you? Mmm...

Of course! Control spell!"

After a snap of his fingers, he continued: "From now on you have

full control of this asian girl. She cannot harm you and must follow

your every command. Now I have to go, but I will come back every

now and then to have fun observing you, without you noticing me.

Goodbye!"

While I implored him to undo what he had just done, he vanished. 

Behind me I heard a voice say "jump", and I immediately jumped

against my will.

Turning around I saw the other boy with a smile: 

- "Well, well, well, it seems that the two of us will have a lot of fun

together."

- "Please don't take advantage of the situation! You must help me!"

- "Silence... Yukiko. Yes, now it's your name. Come closer... Oh,

yes, you're really cute."

I can not say more, having received the order to be silent.

While this creepy boy enjoys eyeing me up, I can only hope that

he could rediscover a little empathy and leave me alone.

- "Follow me, Yukiko. I'll show you your new home. You will take

care of keeping it clean, from now on, my dear, adorable, little

personal maid."

Oh dear...

I love her!

"I'm crying because I'm happy for you. You're finally going to marry the

man you love."

This is a lie. I am crying because I know that the lucky man to marry her

could have been me.

Three years ago I was her boyfriend, but her best friend was jealous,

having always loved her secretly.

Using a spell, she managed to exchange our bodies, and stole my identity.

The spell does not allow me to say who I really am in any way, so over

time I had to surrender to be her best friend, while the body-thief lived

the relationship of her/his dreams.

Watching them live happily month after month has been hell, and now

I'm the bridesmaid at their wedding.

I love her, for pity's sake!

What did I do to deserve this?