The Stranger: A Friendly Visit

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POW!! BAM!! OHHHH!!

"So you can actually grant whatever I wish for?"

"Jeez, yes kid, I'm a fairy, you saved me from getting eaten by your deranged cat, so I owe you one wish," the tiny man groaned as he rubbed his temples. "And again, can you please keep it down? That's the last time I party with leprechauns, one more beer my ass."

New Roles

Three months. That's how long it had been since my good-for-nothing sister and her scumbag boyfriend had somehow switched bodies with me and my girlfriend, before promptly skipping town and leaving us stuck in their dead-end lives. With next to nothing in our new bank accounts, it was all we could do to scrape by each month, much less chase the two of them across the country.

Ride 'Em Cowgirl

Darrell kicked the dirt as he cussed under his breath. "Another week, and not one of them damn cows is pregnant." He sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I wish I had a stud here that knew what the fuck to do with a cow and could--ahh, fuck me!!"

In his distracted state, Darrell had managed to step in a fresh cow pie, getting it all over one of his good boots. He'd barely turned back towards the hose when a tremendous thunderclap boomed overhead. It was so loud that his eyes blurred and he nearly lost his balance.

Why?

"So Charles, is there anything I can get you?" Why did I invite him in? Why don't I just stop whatever this is I'm doing and kick him out?

"Um, no, Mrs. Wells, thank you."

"Please, it's Ms. Wells, or just Angie." Why can't I just say it shouldn't be Ms. or Mrs.?

Not the Girl of His Dreams

I'd wanted to be a woman my whole life. I knew it was impossible, but that didn't mean it couldn't be a fun fantasy all the same. Then, one day, out of nowhere, I got the letter.

It had no signature, no return address, nothing to trace it back to anyone. But it was addressed to me, and my eyes widened as I read.

Give It A Try

"So then I took his dick, and-- yeah, just squeeze your tits around it, like that," the brunette instructed while guiding the shower wand between her voluptuous friends cleavage. "He only made it about five pumps before he couldn't wait any longer."

"Dude, I still can't believe you're fucking guys."

Trouble in Threes - Part 2

My first instinct was to beg Ms. Halwell to undo whatever she had done. Whether she was out or just ignoring me, no one responded to my frantic pounding on her door. With Dave and Tony's fate in my hands, my only other idea was to check the library for answers. This proved fruitless, because where do you even look for a book on reversing the effects of a cursed cupcake? Self-help? Cookbooks? Black Magic for Dummies? Defeated, I wandered home once again.

Going Back on the Deal

"What do you mean we're not switching back?"

"Seriously? Look at what you did to my body!"

With a dumbfounded expression, Tom mumbled, "I mean, I guess I've put on a little weight while you were away..."

Eight Maids A-Milking

After sucking off my first group of guys, I spent the next hour showering and brushing my teeth. I kept telling myself I was over halfway through, though that was little comfort as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a growling stomach. I suppose I hadn't had much appetite after eating so much dick. Unfortunately for me, the fridge was nearly empty. The only thing inside was clearly my next gift: a jar of milk wrapped in ribbons. I figured George would get me whether I fought it or not, so I might as well take a drink.

A Matter of Self-Control

Courtney, my wife, was gorgeous, but always complaining about her weight. "If I lost 10 pounds, I'd look so much better." Every time, I'd reassure her that she was the sexiest woman I'd ever met, and there was no need to change anything about herself.

After the hundredth time, though, I was sick of hearing about it. "Ugh! You know you don't need to, but if you really want to lose weight, just get some self-control and do it already!"

Not That Kind of Serum

"Remember, it's lick, sip, suck," the girl at the bar instructed her friend. In unison, they each licked salt off their hands, threw back their shotglasses, and bit into a lime wedge. The first girl let out a "Whoo!" and turned towards the dance floor.

Her friend reached out to stop her. "Hey, I thought this was some kind of serum to turn me back into a guy!"

"What? No, I don't have any idea how to do that. Those were just tequila shots!"

"You said you were going to help me!"

"I meant I'd help you hook up with a guy! Trust me, it helps if you're a little drunk. Us big girls don't always get the pick of the litter. Ooh, that guy with the mullet just looked your way!"

What's a Picture Really Worth?

"Thanks again for helping me with this photo shoot, sweetheart. I know it's awkward, but I really do appreciate it."

"Awkward? No, why would posing for pictures in my mother's lingerie, in my mother's body, be awkward?" I replied through gritted teeth. "Besides, it's not like I had much of a choice."

Mmm... Forbidden Donuts...

​Hi there! I brought you some delicious donuts! You should try one (or a few). I promise I have no ulterior motives!