Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  O Em G, ever since I started promoting  my modelling work online I've been getting the weirdest messages.  Listen to this; " Please, I'm begging you, give me back my body. I know you don't remember the swap, you might even think you're really me, but I swear it's true! You stole my body, my life, and the memories to go with it and only you can give them back. .." Jeeze, it goes on like that. What a freak! I can handle a perv, they kind of come with the territory, but this is a whole different level of crazy... Uhg, reported and blocked.  Hopefully he'll take the hint and get some help on or at least find some other girl to bother with his weird little fantasy. Either way he's not my problem anymore. 

  I know what you're thinking, what did he do to deserve this? You're wondering if this is karma, did I bring it on myself? I might have pissed of a femminist witch or made an unwise bet with a passing demon?  Or maybe it was an accident, a weird chemical spill or a burst of strange cosmic energy?  Maybe you think I'm a happles victim. Forced into this body by a jealous lover or a ruthless bussiness rival eager to see me used and humilated as part of their sick revenge fantasy. I know that's how these stories usually go. After all what good looking popular guy would choose to become a hot and slutty girl? Well, I would.  I chose to be this woman, to live this life, not because I was forced into it but because it's what I want and I can't think of a single reason to ever change back.

  I'd seen his type before. The guy that thinks no means maybe and maybe means put your hand up my skirt.  Rather than kick him out I offered him a drink from my "special reserve" while he groused about the most recent "frigid bitch" to send him packing.  I watched him knock back shot after shot, carefully not letting my expression of professional sympathy slip while each shot he downed altered his body a little more. It never got old watching a guy turn into his own idea of a fantasy girl This guy's preferences weren't exactly original but as blonde bimbo types went he made a pretty hot one. A few more drinks and the new girl's personality shifted too until it matched her body, hot and willing for anyone that asks. She may not getting much attention from women in the future but she'll never have worry about hearing the word no ever again.

  I swear none of this was planned. I didn't even know what the ray-gun did when I found it. I mean how could I have ever guessed that it was a costume gun? The whole idea of a cheap plastic toy that turns people into hollowed out skins is crazy. The idea didn't even occur to me until the flickering purple beam shot out on hit my sister. Of course I was horrorfird when I saw her crumple into nothing but an empty shell. I rushed to her only thinking that I had to help her but instead I'd slipped and fallen head first into the gapping hole that had opened in her back. Next thing I knew I was "wearing" her. Her soft smooth skin had become my skin. My body was now seamlessly incased in her girlish form. I'll admit I allowed my curiosity to get the better of me at that point. I was in the body of a beautiful woman and for a moment I forgot all about whose body I was in. All I could think about was how glorious her breasts felt under my hands and the aching heat bet...

  Oh the things I'd planned for her. The cruel filthy things I'd wanted do to the soft female body my former male bully was now trapped in. But when the time came I couldn't go through with it. The first time the new girl looked at me with those wide blue eyes it melted my heart. I tried to tell myself that I was still in charge. That treating her like a girl, buying her pretty dresses and paying for expensive meals, was all part of the plan. But the truth was I was under her thumb just as firmly as I had been when she'd been a hulking linebacker. The only difference was she no longer needed to push me around when just a smile and flirtatious glance would set me scrambling after her like the pathetic simp I'd become.

  Like most that find their way into Mikayla's realm you're confused at first. Just a moment ago you'd been relaxing in your own home and the next you were standing in a long wide hallway. You think for a moment that you might be dreaming but no, it's too detailed for that. You can see faint scuff marks on the tiled floor, smell the slight tang on bleach in the air where they have been recently cleaned and you know your imagination isn't that good.  So, if not a dream where are you?  Perhaps one of of these doors could offer a clue. You look closer finding that each one carries a small polished brass plate with a word or two engraved on it.  "Collared" you read examining the closest one  "Milking" says another.  You wander down the hall stopping to look at the doors more or less at random.  "Locked in latex, Feet, Daddy/Daughter, Teacher's Pet," the list goes on offering no clue as to what it all means.  Finally you decide to try o...

Such a shame Kelly had to run off in such a hurry. I guess seeing her boyfriend turn into sexy blonde girl was more than she could handle. Pity, I was hoping she'd be up for some lezzie fun, help me get to know this new me... Never mind, turns out I'm not that interested in girls now anyway. Mmm, there's my neighbour Chet.  Funny how I never noticed what a cute but he he's got.  Maybe he'll be a  little more open minded than my ex