Pushing My Buttons

"Well, do you see the release?" I asked with growing concern.

"Just hang on, I've almost got it," James grumbled as his hands prodded along my neck.

Suddenly, my head snapped to the left. Before I could get past my initial confusion, my mouth opened unexpectedly. "Diagnostic mode activated." My voice somehow sounded feminine and robotic at the same time.

Imprisoned in Pink

"Ok Tracy, it's time for you to go away for a minute.  I need to speak with Carl."

"Aww, but he's no fun! Can't I stay? I'm sure I can help with anything you need..."

"Don't worry, this won't take long. Carl, time to wake up."

The Stranger: A Friendly Visit

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Going in Deep

Agent Porter took his time with the belt, trying to buy a few more moments to think under the guise of foreplay.  It wasn't that he was unprepared for this.  Sexual acts had been a distinct possibility when he accepted the mission months ago, but he still wasn't looking forward to the idea.

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."

Brotherly Love

"Oh yeah, you like that, big boy?"

"Ugh," Brendan grumbled. "Elaine would never say that."

"Yeah, and she would never be grinding on top of you with her tits in your face, so just shut up and let me get this over with."

Losing His Mind and Finding Hers

"Jason? Jas-- I mean, Kristen? Are you home?"

It was getting worse every day. She'd used that weird medallion to switch our bodies last week, and I feel myself slipping into her personality, her identity, more and more.

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.?

Superfreaky Friday

Wow, your mom and dad are really going at it. Pretty hot, don't you think?

"Shut up! We both know that's Madison and my mom. Wife! Fuck. Madison and my WIFE."

Well, whoever they are, they're fucking like rabbits in there. Your daughter sure took to your body in a hurry.

Still Mad

"Dude, you have no idea how pissed I am at you."

"Oh come on, how was I supposed to know this is what would happen when I booked the couple's package? I just thought it was an easy way to get free breakfast included."

"Yeah, well, don't get any big ideas."

Bullied

"Fucking finally, you're back. Where have you been?"

"Oh my god, hahaha, I totally forgot I left you feeling up your tits while I was gone!"

"My mom's... tits," I shot back through gritted teeth.

Initiation

"Oh, I think I can see his little titties starting to grow!"

That was the last thing a guy wanted to hear, but I didn't have much choice. Frankly, in my current state, jerking off a complete stranger, I wasn't much of a guy anymore anyways.

In Charge

"I don't see any reason I should do what you want," I growled, trying to seem tough in my compromised state.

"Because if you don't, I can do this," Emma replied as she tapped her phone.

"Do whaaaAAAaaooooohhh--"

I collapsed into my chair and smacked the table as an electrifying orgasm surged through me. I probably might have enjoyed it, if it weren't for the fact that I was in my own mother's body.

Rough Breakup

"And anotherr thing... being a chick? Not that fuckin' bad. I didn't have to-- I didn't buy one goddamn drink all day!"

Taking a Prank Too Far

OK buddy, let's pull it together here. You. Are. A. Guy. You cannot get married to your best friend, even if you're currently in a woman's body.

A Partridge in a Pear Tree

"George? You home?" I silently hoped for no response. Nothing against my roommate, but I didn't feel like company at the moment. I'd made the mistake of telling one of the partners at my law firm that I wouldn't be going home for Christmas, which he saw as an opportunity to have a first year associate retrieve a case file from the office this morning. Who the hell works on Christmas?

Money Well Spent

Getting divorced after catching your husband in bed with a dirty whore: $30,000

Hiring a black-market surgeon to turn your cheating husband into a woman: $100,000

That first grainy photo of him naked in the backwoods town in eastern Europe you shipped him to, slowly coming to grips with his new life: priceless

Changing Things Up

I love seeing this look on their faces. It's a little bit surprise, a little bit fear, and hopefully a little bit arousal.