Spindizzy's tales of transformation

  Model Lacy Lennon Dude! You get magic powers, and the first thing you do is steal my balls? If you're that desperate for pussy, why not use your mojo on someone who already has one? And... Oooh, that actually feels nice. Are you making me wet for you?  Dude, that's so fucked up but... Fuck it, I don't care, just do me!

  Oh Ethan you've been so sweet since I changed. I don't know what I would have done those first few weeks without you.  You were always there for me when I needed you, never asking for anything in return.  Always the perfect gentleman, always careful not let me catch you looking. But a girl knows when a boy is looking at her even when she hasn't been a girl for very long.  I've been pretending not to notice because honestly, I didn't know how I felt about it, until today. Today I realised that it was time to stop pretending.  Time for me to stop pretending I'm not much happier like this.  Time for you to stop pretending I'm still one of the guys.  Time for us to stop pretending we don't both want this. 

  Can you handle the EXTREME! To Dan the simple hand printed poster was a personal challenge, almost an insult. He certainly could handle the extreme. His whole life had been a series of increasingly daring challenges. From surfing monster waves and swimming with sharks to climbing the jagged peaks of the Himalayas he'd always sought the next challenge. Adventure was in his blood pushing him forward, onward, upward, where lesser men couldn't dream of following. He couldn't imagine what could possibly be "EXTREME" in a place like this. A rundown store in a dingy corner of a half empty mall. Curiosity, more than anything drew him in despite his better judgement. A bell jangled as he pushed open the door summoning an unkempt old man from a back room.  "Hello, welcome to the world of the EXTREME!" The old man scratched at his grey bread as he recited what was clearly a rehearsed script "Prepare to be astounded. Your mind will be expanded. Your world wil...

  Evie smiles her wicked smile as her loyal subjects crawled before her throne. So many weak lost souls looking for a strong guiding hand. So many corruptible bodies ready to be molded to her whim. Will she punish them or reward them? When shes done will they even know the difference?