Anniversary gift (part 1) (Request)

"Get out! Get out! GET OUT! I can't take this pregnancy anymore!"

The past 8 months have been a succession of nausea, pain, cramps

and a constant need to pee.

All because 8 months ago it was the first anniversary with my wife,

Ellen, and she asked me as a gift to try a "new game" in bed. She was

convinced that she had found a medallion capable of exchanging our

bodies, and she wanted to experience what it feels like to be a man

for an evening.

Believing she was joking, I accepted and touched the medallion with

her... and after a few minutes I found myself in her body!

My wife, transformed into me, was enthusiastic, and after calming

me down she convinced me to spend the evening with her as I had 

agreed to do.

I should never have accepted to have an "intimate encounter" with

her that night... above all because after the emotion for that impossible

experience we forgot to use a protection...

I got pregnant that night. The next morning we found out that the

medallion won't work if you're expecting a baby.

We therefore decided to resist for 9 months, impersonating each other.

My wife is feeling very well in my body. She has always been a bit of

a tomboy, and now she enjoys the height, strength and authority that

my body can give her.

On the other hand, I am very miserable. Those have been hellish

months. And being more emotional than ever, I cry thinking about my

bad luck almost every day.

Every now and then I go out with my best friend to distract myself,

as tonight, but now I'm so heavy and painful that I can't even enjoy

a little fun in a club... And I can't even drink alcohol to forget my 

problems!

I can't wait for this last month to end! I want my body back!

[request by mellowfellow]

Privileged white man (Request)

"No fair! You are illegal immigrant, not I! Me don't want your life!

Give my life back to me, now!"

Yesterday I was a 20 year old student from a wealthy family.

On my way home from university, a black woman approached me,

shouting in bad English that I would pay for my sins as a "privileged

white man".

I tried to avoid that crazy woman, but she had time to jump on me

for a moment, pulling on my hair.

I pushed her away and ran away, hoping never to see her face again.

Too bad that this morning I woke up feeling very strange and in a

different (and dirtier) room than mine. And looking in the mirror in

front of the bed in this room, I saw that face with horror!

The madwoman's face!

The whole neighborhood probably heard my scream when I realized,

even visually, that I was a woman!

I immediately phoned my house, hoping to find some answers.

Someone replied in my voice, in a mocking tone.

As I screamed asking what was going on, I realized I was speaking

my language very badly.

My voice on the phone said: "Listen to me well, spoiled parasite. You

have lived a luxurious life thanks to the injustices of this racist and

sexist western society. My destiny would have been to live the rest

of my days in poverty, just to be born of "wrong" sex and race. You

Westerners have impoverished my country, and you have not even

legally accepted me in your country. You forced me to enter as a

clandestine, to try to have a future. Well, I can't take it anymore. I 

will no longer accept starvation wages because I have no documents;

I will no longer endure insults because I am black; I won't be bullied

anymore because I'm a woman. I will give this life to you, a young

white man raised among privileges. So you will understand how

many injustices you Westerners have generated. It took me months to

study this ritual, but it finally worked, and I'm free! A few of your

hairs were enough for the spell..."

We discussed for a few minutes, when I heard sirens approaching.

My voice on the phone started laughing:

"Ahahaha Obviously I prefer not to have you in the way, so I have

already called the police, reporting a clandestine to your address.

Surprise! You will start a new life in Africa! Goodbye, ex-privileged." 

It's all just a nightmare, isn't it?

[request by Indigo]

Short break

I have to take a break of a week or two, but don't worry: I'll be back!
(And first I'll deal with a couple of requests that I have not made yet)
See you soon!

Change in command

- "No way, bitch! I order you to undo any witchcraft you have just

put in place! Give me back my body immediately! And beg me not

to kick you on the street as you deserve!"

- "What did you just call me? "Bitch"? Maybe you should look at

yourself in the mirror. The only dull and miserable bitch here is you.

You are the waitress who works in a seedy bar for a starvation wage.

And I won't let you talk to me like this. 

I am the owner of this and 12 other bars in town. I am the wealthy

hereditary who demands "very intimate job interviews" with the poor

girls forced to beg him for a job. I am your boss, and I expect much

more respect from you.

You are a despicable human being, and you never deserved this body.

Unlike you, I will use the wealth and power that this body has to do

good. I will do a lot of charity, something unknown to you. I will

raise the wages of all my employees, and make their working hours

more sustainable. 

And above all, I will no longer claim the "weekly oral bonus" from 

my female employees.

Except from you. You will be my special employee.

And you won't have any pay rise. 

Are you thinking of leaving? You can't. You have never been smart,

and your new body has no qualifications or references. And I have

a disk with videos that I shot before swapping our bodies, which I

could use to ruin you. 

I will make your life hell on earth, at least until I feel that you have

paid for your sins.

What's up? Why are you quiet all of a sudden?"

The wizard's bride

- "I will ask you one last time: do you want to be my bride?"

- "...I do! But you will have to spare my men!"

How did I find myself in this situation? It's a long story. 

Until a few weeks ago I was the prince of a small but proud kingdom

in war against a wizard king. 

In the last battle, we were routed, and we lost the army and the capital.

I was captured, but my father managed to escape, and knowing that the

king is still alive, our people refused to bow to the evil wizard.

A few days ago the sorcerer ordered his soldiers to drag me in chains

in the Grand Square of our capital, to show everyone his power and to

humiliate me.

In front of my assembled people, he started to cast a spell, and I felt

terrible pain all over my body. After a couple of minutes of agony, I

realized that my clothes were incredibly loose... 

Something had happened to my body! The people gathered there looked

at me shocked.

Looking down I realized that I had become a girl!

I passed out from shock.

I woke up in the dungeons, in this unknown body, wearing women's

clothes, and I cried for hours.

Yesterday the wizard came to talk to me: apparently my people still

refused to recognize him as the new sovereign, so his advisers had

suggested another solution to him: he would have to marry me, thus

obtaining his legitimacy to the throne. 

My reaction was to laugh and then spit on him.

He, unperturbed, announced that this being the case he would have

me hanged the following morning.

This morning I was ready to face my destiny proudly, but once I got

to the gallows I saw other men being dragged into the square. My men!

My most trusted soldiers, brothers in many battles! 

That damned wizard wanted to execute them with me. 

Looking at their eyes, I realized I could not afford it... even at the cost

of the maximum of humiliations.

I had to accept the wizard's proposal, I had no other choice...

Just a little effort

- "Very well. In these months you have worked well. Thanks to diet

and exercises you have put this body in perfect shape. A little more

effort and I could seriously consider repeating the swap."

- "One more "little effort"?! You said it last month too. Now this body

is perfect! Please, take it back! I want my life back!"

- "Shh, stop whining. It's up to me to judge. We will talk about it after

next month's inspection. Now I have to go, bye bye!"

Very different lives (Request) (part 3)

7 months later:

"I'm so happy for Frank! He really found a special girl. I couldn't

hold back the tears when he said "I do", and seeing their first dance

as husband and wife I'm going to start crying again.

I wasn't crying so much since my wedding last month. 

I definitely need my Fred to calm me down. He just went to get two

glasses of champagne. I need his strong arms."

Herriet and Frank are happy now. 

A month ago they could have canceled the previous wish, but they

were both in love with people they didn't want to abandon.

It was a difficult choice (especially for Herriet), but in the end they

decided to keep these new lives, at least as long as they continue to

make them happy.

Frank is attending a good college with excellent grades and has

found a beautiful girl to love. He has a whole life ahead of him. And

he will make the most of this second life, thanks to the experience of

his past mistakes. 

Herriet is Fred's wife, and she is completely used to being a woman.

Not that she appreciates everything about this middle-aged female

life, but positive things are worth more than negative ones.

She is now a full-time housewife. Fred earns enough, and preferred

that Herriet quit her job in the low-level bar where she worked.

Herriet wasn't sure she wanted to be a 100% housewife, but accepted

for her beloved Fred. 

So now she spends her days cleaning the house, cooking delicious

recipes for her husband, going to the hairdresser and going shopping.

At the beginning she was bored, but even this life as a housewife

seems more and more natural to her as the days go by.

And the best part comes in the evening, when she and her strong

husband have fun together.

It is certainly not the life she would have imagined, but it is still a

good life.

But maybe, on her next birthday, she'll wish to lose a few pounds...

[The End]

[Request by JenGenPri] 

Very different lives (Request) (part 2)

6 months later:

Six months have passed, and Harriet is getting used to her female

life. An hard but acceptable life.

Not being able to practice the sports she likes or go out with cute

girls anymore, she got very bored in her free time.

She filled this time by taking care of household chores, learning 

very well how to cook, clean the house and do household shopping.

After two months of depression, she decided to listen to Frank's

advice (who in the meantime had got used to his new life very well,

and had also found a girlfriend) and started attending some dates.

So she learned how to prepare herself for dating: make-up, pretty

clothes and perfumes gradually became more and more... natural

for her.

The first dates went wrong: men always wanted to "get to the point"

after one or two dates, but Herriet did not feel completely ready for

that.

Although being in a straight woman's body and gradually feeling

more and more feminine over time, thinking of being in "too intimate"

situations with a man caused her discomfort...

Two months ago she met a man different from the others, Fred.

Besides being nice and kind, he didn't put any pressure on her. Date

after date they have known each other better and better, strengthening

their relationship.

Finally two days ago harriet felt ready, and lived one of the strangest

nights of her life. At first she felt fear and a little shame, but in the

end she was happy. It was a very pleasant experience.

She felt vaguely submissive, but it was a pleasant sensation. Feeling

protected, feeling submissive to her strong man seemed simply... right.

Now she is preparing for another date with her man. 

The sense of humiliation is now almost gone. Love is what remains.

[Request by JenGenPri] 

Very different lives (Request) (part 1)

"Well, before my life had various problems... but I certainly didn't

want this... You don't know how annoying it is to have such a heavy

butt... "

Until a few days ago, Harry was an 18-year-old boy, tall and athletic. 

He was a football player and popular among girls. But he wasn't 

completely happy: he had too low marks to go to good college, and 

football, even if it was fun, put too much pressure on him. 

At the same time his mother Francine had many regrets. By now she 

was a 48-year-old single woman. She wished she could remedy the 

mistakes of her life. 

Harry and his mother celebrate their birthday on the same day, and

have their own tradition: on the evening of their birthday, after their 

respective celebrations with their friends, they blow out the candles 

together on a small cake which they cook. 

A few days ago it was their birthday, and by blowing on the candles 

they both expressed a wish in their mind: 

[Harry] "I wish I no longer have to worry about grades and no longer 

be under pressure; I WOULD LIKE MY LIFE TO BE DIFFERENT"; 

[Francine] "I wish I no longer felt "at the end of the line", I would 

like to feel energetic again as in the past; I WOULD LIKE MY LIFE 

TO BE DIFFERENT". 

The next day Harry and Francine woke up in their very very different 

lives. And they freaked out.

Harry had turned into Harriet, a 48-year-old chubby woman; 

Francine had turned into Frank, the 18-year-old athletic son of Harriet. 

Their wishes had come true, though definitely not in the way they 

would have thought or wanted. 

These first few days have obviously been very hard for both of them, 

but especially for Harriet. 

In this new reality she is a waitress (so she no longer has to worry 

about her grades...), a long-term job that is not very stimulating... 

The loss of his youth and manhood was a big blow. 

Luckily she could at least count on Frank's help... 

They have to hold on until their next birthday, when they can fix the 

situation with another wish.

[Request by JenGenPri]

A study of the Victorian age (Request)

"This was definitely not what I wanted... Damn... This corset bothers me even

when I rest on the lawn..." 

Until two months ago I was a young and brilliant English historian. I was 

getting married to my girlfriend, and my life was going well. 

I had recently been entrusted with a detailed study on the Victorian age, which

was giving me some problems. 

One day I went to visit an old wishing well with my girlfriend. 

My girlfriend asked me to throw a coin and make a wish, as per tradition.

I replied, throwing a dime, "Being by your side I already have a wonderful 

life... probably the only thing I could wish for would be to know better the 

Victorian age. It would be very useful for my current research hahaha". 

I condemned myself with those few words. 

There was a flash of light, and when I opened my eyes my girlfriend was gone

and I saw a girl dressed in Victorian clothes in front of me. 

I felt strange, and looking down I realized I was no longer in my body! I 

was in the body of a young woman, with clothes from the 19th century! 

During my panic attack, I asked, screaming in my sweet, high-pitched voice, 

to the girl in front of me what the hell happened.

She replied, frightened, "Emily, I don't understand what you're talking about... 

What's going on? We came to the old well to take a walk, you decided to 

make a wish, and immediately afterwards you started screaming...". 

I asked her what wish I had made, and the answer made it clear what had 

happened: Emily wished "to be finally free from the constraints of her husband, 

and from the unjust obligations that society imposes on women". Evidently 

the well has coupled our compatible wishes, even if centuries apart, exchanging

our bodies!

Since that day I have expressed the wish to return myself dozens of times, but 

without result... 

In recent months I have understood why Emily wanted to change her life. 

"My husband" is wealthy, but sexist, violent, overbearing and boring. 

He demands that I always wear uncomfortable clothes and a corset, and that I 

go to the hairdresser almost every day. You have no idea how annoying and 

boring this is... He forces me almost every night to do things for which I can 

no longer look in the mirror... 

But I can't run away, because I don't know where to go and how to survive, 

and I can't get away from the wishing well: it's my only hope to go home one 

day...

It is terrifying for a young 21st century man to have to live the life of a 19th

century woman. 

All the rights I took for granted have been taken from me... 

I can't vote, my opinion is worth less than that of any man, nobody would ever 

hire me for any job without my husband's consent. 

I hate this life. 

I wanted to learn more about the Victorian era, but certainly not by experiencing 

it firsthand, and especially not in the body of a slender blonde woman! 

[request realized for Indigo]