The blame is only yours (Request)

"Don't look at me with that sad face. You know it's not my fault.
You had a beautiful life: good looking, a nice job that gave you
satisfaction and an excellent salary, a nice house, many friends and
a loving family. You have always outdone me in everything, you've
always been the friend who did everything better than I. Yet, in the
name of our friendship, I didn't want to vent my envy against you

after I got these incredible powers.

I only took one thing from you: your beautiful wife, whom I have

always loved secretly. But you, greedy, could not accept to let me

take a part of your perfect life.

After she moved to me, you showed up at my house to convince her

to come back to you. You insulted me, and you refused to leave for

several minutes, forcing me to punish you.

I had to use my powers to deprive you of your job, your home and

your bank account, to teach you some humility.

But you could have started your life again, found another excellent

job and after a few months or years, maybe taken another nice house.

But no. You decided to dare me again.

You waited for me outside my house to attack me, and you dared to
punch me by taking me by surprise.

That affront could only lead to an exemplary punishment.

I had to deprive you of your college knowledge, your friends and
family, erasing their memory of your existence.

But it was not enough: you dared to hit me!

I decided that a complete punishment should also have included the
sacrifice of your body.

For this reason I deprived you of your good figure, your manhood
and your ethnicity.

The blame is only yours.

But I'm kind-hearted, and I realize that a chubby and petite black
woman, without diplomas, without friends and without family, who
lives in a one-room apartment, needs a job in order to live.

So I offer you to work in one of my stores.

Obviously I am not asking you to do anything like your old managerial
job: you no longer have the right skills.

I think you could become a good beautician in my beauty center.

The wages are low, but you wouldn't get better.

And this way you could see your ex once in a while, since my wife
visits my beauty center weekly.

What do you think about it? Do you accept my generous offer?

I will take your nod as a "Sure! Thanks, boss!", And I want to hope
that those tears are of joy. You would be very ungrateful otherwise,
and I might have to punish you... Mmm, just in case, how about a
nice change in your language skills?"

[Request realized for Anonymous]

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.