Spindizzy's tales of transformation

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 How many centuries had it been since Jose had found the pool of rebirth?  Even he wasn't sure. He recalled crossing the ocean in a sailing ship, dreaming of a new world to conquer. And he recalled how the new world had nearly ended him, although the details were mercifully faded by time.  Only the pool's miraculous waters had saved him, he knew. He'd plunged into crystal depths and emerged reborn with not just a health new body but with new memories, a whole new life. He'd been so many different people down the years they'd begun to blur together so that now he couldn't be sure which memories belonged to what life.  Still, he returned to the pool every few decades, eager to dive  in and see who he would be when he surfaced.

 Thanks to the fairy's magic, I was now a real princess.  Known throughout the land for my beauty, charm, and elegance.  Destined to marry a handsome prince and live a life of pampered luxury.  Of course, the fairy never bothered to ask if I actually wanted any of that.  True to her capricious nature, she flitted into my life one day, turned everything I knew on its head, and vanished in a shower of golden sparkles. If she stayed a moment longer, I might have at least asked why would she'd ever think I'd enjoy being the arm candy/baby factory of some inbred aristocrat? The truth is I was perfectly content living as a humble stable boy. I never had the slightest desire to be a girl, not even a rich one!

 I was just a wage slave cubicle drone until a bus hit me and I woke up in a magical fantasy kingdom.  I wanted a new life of adventure but instead of reincarnating in the body of the dashing hero, I came back as an elven bar wench.  So, instead casting spells or swashing my buckle I'm serving ale and getting my shapely new ass grabbed by horny dwarfs. Still, it's not all bad, I get all the cheap ale I can drink and my slut skills are really levelling up!

  "You, you fiend!" Sir Rodger blustered, the transformed knight's voice shrill with outrage "I'll defeat you yet blackguard. Don't think this weak womanly body will stop me!" Garvin the Black stroked his neatly trimmed beard. Hiding a smile while his dark eyes sparkled with barely contained amusement. "Oh please" the warlock dismissed Sir Rodger's protest not quite managing to keep the laughter from his smooth baritone "this is the third time in as many weeks you've invaded my tower and it always goes the same way. You charge in here full of righteous fury and blunder straight into the kind of obvious trap that wouldn't normally fool a first year squire. Rather than take the hint you plough stubbornly onward and inevitably end up here. On your knees before me, stripped of your armour and weapons. Robbed of your strength, your skill, of your very manhood and completely at my mercy. You're lucky I'm not the type to take ...

Nu-You; Dream come true Ellen, or Alan as she’d been christened, had dreamed of this day for as long as she could remember. Her whole life, feeling like a stranger in her own body. Hating its coarse hairy skin and thick clumsy muscles. All she ever wanted was to be the person she felt like on the inside. Soft and small and most of all female. After years of pretending to be someone else, of playing the good son, she had finally worked up the nerve to come out to her family. They had been supportive even if they didn’t really understand what she was telling them.  The next step was to investigate her options, hormones, surgery whatever it took. She was on a forum looking for advice when someone sent her a link. Curious she clicked it and found herself on a website she had never seen before. Nu-You  it said in a large friendly font. Below that was a set of forms,  height, weight, hair colour, breast size, a long list of vital statistics. The strange thing was they...