Not Again!!

Brrr, it's chilly all of a sudden. What the-- where are my pants?

Oh, hell no. Tiny black skirt... goddamn tits on my chest... and how does she have so much fucking hair??

That's three times this month, and I'm sick of it. She swaps us whenever she feels like it, with no warning and no consideration! It just makes me so MAD! I can't take it any more!!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Fair Warning

I know what's going through your mind right now. All you're thinking about is the redhead with the huge cans, stripping in bed, waiting for you to fuck her. And you're right, I do want you to fuck me. God, do I want it, and badly. But you don't know the full story. The truth is, I used to be a guy, just like you.

Something More Original Than "Fish Story"

"AAAAAHHH!!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, partly from losing my balance and falling over backwards, but mostly from the FUCKING FISH TAIL that had suddenly replaced my lower half.

"WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!?" I stared in shock, watching the blue scales shimmer as my fins slapped against the side of the tub.

My best friend Patrick flipped frantically through the pages of the old book he'd brought with him. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. That should have changed you back!"

"Well, obviously it didn't! These things--" I cupped my boobs and lifted them for emphasis, "--were bad enough, but what am I supposed to do with no legs?"

Patrick's eyes darted around the room, clearly trying not to stare and doing a terrible job at it. "Just, um, stay here. I'll fix it, I promise!"

He shuffled out of the room, and I began drawing a bath. "Not like I could go very far if I wanted," I grumbled to myself. I relaxed slightly as the water started to splash around me. I even started humming a melody, before stifling a laugh when I recognized the tune.

"This may take a while," I said to myself as I slowly untied my bikini top. "Might as well take a look under the C-cups."