Oh my God! Is that really him?

Yes. Or at least this is the new him. Meet Candi, formerly Colin.

I didn't believe you! And 'Candi' seems so happy, does he - sorry, she - understand what has happened to him/her?

Oh Candi here understands perfectly that she was a lousy husband, but an excellent non-thinking and non-complaining general house-slave and lover. He enjoys cooking, cleaning, housework, and is expert at massage and oral sex. All-in-all, a very loyal, happy, loving wife.

It must have been amazingly hard to take him this far?

Not at all. Very simple inductions and showing him the pictures and magazines he used to keep hidden from me. I chose one of his favourite girls and formed a link between his liking for her and a desire to be her. A lot of what you see he did to himself really. All I needed to do was point him in the right direction. And, of course, Candi in the pictures was a bit of a bimbo, so Colin here just HAD to be the same. 

That is amazing. And you said 'lover' ?

Yes, Candi here is 100% gay, 'she' has always liked girls, and I saw no reason to change that

Hmmmm, my Jim has been a bit of a disapointment in the sex department recently, and never sets foot in the kitchen except to get a beer out of the fridge, maybe you two could have a chat someday soon?

I am sure we could dear, and if you could provide me with a picture to use as a template, I am sure I can do something about his attitude. 

Invasion

He had tried to run. He had tried to hide. But it was no use, it was never any use. The advance invading force of the Delmondians  were relentless. Already over 40% of the worlds population had been caught by the fearful 'femmemould' the crawling, unsleeping tar like substance that once in contact with you never lets go, that covers and infiltrates everybody it comes in contact with. He knew his fate was already sealed, He had seen the warning films that the world's governments had issued. He knew he was lost, and that soon the mould would form him into whatever shape the Delmondians wanted, and that the 'persuaders' would be upon him with their 'peaceful hegemony helmet' to alter his thoughts as much as his body.
He was petrified, but then the mould slipped inside him, and he realised that there could be worse ends.

Babe

Jesus. look at me!  I'm a total hottie!  The blurb from Nirvana Tech was right, they really do deliver what they promise, and more. I'm damned near almost irrististible.  Hell, I even fancy myself.
So you should Simone
mmm, now think, Simon, what do we do now?  Stay in and explore this body or go out clubbing and find out what it can experience?
Go out Simone, go get to know what it truly feels like to be a godess
Rght, think clearly Simon - get a grip- no good having this body unless it is seen and admired, is it?
No
Ok, so. Out iit is then. And then sex. Loads of sex, I want to experience a female orgasm so much.
Thats right Simone, it is clear now
Shit. That means I need a cock, and I'm still a man, whatever I look like. I bloody hate homosexuals. Any guy gets his cock out in front of me gets it bitten off
Bitten?
I mean he gets a good kick in the balls. Bloody homos should be shot! No, I'm straight - women only for me
But you are a woman Simone
Damn! Ok, think it through. Lesbians are a waste of good flesh, but taking a man is off the agenda. Shit, I should have thought this through!
It's empty down below Simone, isn't it?
Does it make me gay if I fuck a man or two as a female? What about if I sucked but didn't swallow? What about a threesome - then it sort of evens out?
Now you are thinking Simone
Ok, right. going out, maybe a threesome, maybe just a bit of cock-sucking,so long as it is a decent sized cock, I don't want some small-time Joe, not for a first time.
First time Simone? Planning more are you?
A threesome? Now thats an idea. Where can I find two decent hunky guys to go along with that?
Did I just decide to do two guys? Shit this is wierd

Winner Takes It All

That's right boys, go for it!

Remember, whoever gives the best blow-job gets to return to their own bodies and leave here with the £25,000. The loser stays as he is now and can forget( at least until the next challenger comes along) leaving here at all and paying the forfeit.

My my Peter, I do believe you backed off a little there. Do I detect a little reluctance to leave quite yet or maybe you hate what you are doing? I wonder if Fraser here is that desperate for the money, or if he just loves the sucking more than you. Either way, unless you swallow your pride (and a lot else too) it seems you will be staying with me for a little while longer, and I cant say I am upset at the prospect - you have a very inviting ass.

meet the ex

Now, David, I said we needed a chat tonight, so let's not beat about the bush, allright?  I sense a little cooling in your feelings for me, and have heard a disturbing rumour about you. I have heard that you have been flirting with that hussy  Julia from down the road. 


Well I have given it some thought, and came to the conclusion that it is about time you met my last boyfriend Andrew, or Andi as he goes by now. He, for some unfathomable reason, decided I wasnt the woman for him and went off with some tart. I can tell you I wasn't best pleased. so had a little chat with him about it.

Naturally, he saw my side of the argument, and saw the hurt and anguish he had caused me, and so naturally he should repay me by serving me in whatever way I desired, when I desired. He did always have a thing about shoes and heels, so I treat him occasionally to a taste. 

You realise that I am telling you this, and introducing you to Andrew just so you know all the facts, don't you David dear? I wouldn't dream of threatening you

Shorty

Kirk to Scotty, have you been fucking around with the transporter settings again?

Learning

OK Peter, you are adapting adequately. Each little step will bring you a reward. Remember when you got your first uniform? My, how you complained! But after a week with your cock tucked away safely you saw the futility of protesting and asked to be released.
 And I did release you, didn't I? Because you accepted the clothes I chose.
Then , when you stopped complaining about the heels I removed the plug. See? acceptance brings rewards.
And you cried and screamed so much when I mentioned surgery! But the days in the cage with the collar sorted that out, didn't it? It felt so good when I released you to move around again, you remember how grateful you were? Yes? That's good. It is good to be rewarded for acceptable behaviour Peter. And the surgery gave you a body that pleases me, so you got to sleep in a bed again, instead of that blanket on the floor. Much more comfortable, yes?
Whats that? Yes, you understand that pleasing me makes your life better, one step at a time.
Now, would you like those pegs removed?
You would? Good. And what should you do to get them removed?
That's right! Good girl! Yes, pleasing me will get them removed, you learn quickly 'Petra'. Now, young lady, lets discuss pleasing me in more detail. To start with you can call me 'Master'......

Tell, the truth

It was such an easy bet to win - just shoot the apple of his son's head and win land, wealth and the sevices of one of the Tyrnat's concubines for the rest of his life. Lose and he would serve the Tyrant in his palace for the rest of his life.

Of course he took the bet - he was the best archer in the land - steady of nerve, eye and hand. So what had gone wrong?

William had heard of the Tyrant's magical powers, obviously, but there was a pledge not to use them until the bet was won or lost. William also knew of the strange sense of humour the Tyrant possesed, but the thought of losing had never crossed his mind, he was the best shot in the land, after all (until today), he reminded himself. He was at a loss to understand the failure.

　

'Oh, bad luck there', he heard the Tyrant say,'now come and sit on my lap "Wilemina" and let us discuss your new duties. Or would you fancy a double-or-nothing bet with your sons service the wager'?

Personal Assistant

"Hello, Mr Benson's office.......

no sir, I am afraid Christopher Johnson no longer works for us here at Ace Pharmaceuticals......

yes sir, it was a sudden departure.......

I don't think it is a secret that he considered himself something of a ladies man sir, yes......

well, apparently he overstepped the mark with the company president's niece here......

maybe I can help you sir, I am Chrissie Johnstone, Mr Benson's personal assistant"

step dad

stop whining Pete, if you hadn't been such a troublesome son then I wouldn't have had to take these measures. Now, tonight is a big night for the two of us, I intend to bring back my date, and I don't need to remind you that I plan to marry him and get my hands on some of that fortune he has. I have done my bit as best I can, and it is up to you to start repaying me back for all the hassle you have given me recently, not to mention your recent 'treatment'.

 If I marry him you will be sent away to college and maybe, just maybe, the changes can be undone. You will be friendly, cheerful and prepared to help me entice him into marriage by not refusing any requests.

so you had better practise hard and get it right if the need arises. Oh, and no spitting it out, you will pretend to like it, OK Petra'?

Three Strikes

'Oh God, no! They have even taken that. Jesus, I didn't deserve this. Shoplifting is all I was guilty of - a couple of pounds is all. This isn't right, this is an infringement, I'm going to sue somebody'

''Three strikes and you're out'' was proving a success - even if it did catch some minor criminals. Well, the politicians thought, if you are stupid enough to carry on commiting crimes after two warnings, then you deserve what you get.

'Maybe I can appeal somehow', thought Steven as he almost unconciously continued to ''look for his penis'' in his trousers. 'I didn't like the way the judge looked at me when he mentioned the community service part of the sentence, there was a definite leer'.

memories

Steve looked down fondly at his toy nesstling on his crotch and fondly remembered the fun he used to have.

'God, I miss my cock, there must be SOMETHING I can do to persuade that her to get me back to how I was' he thought.

'Maybe if I take a vow and promise on the bible to never cheat on her again she would forgive me and put everything back as it was'

'Hey, Stevie, get that fucktoy ass of yours down here this instant you lazy bitch and stop daydreaming! You have guests down here waiting to use that body of yours'

He sighed. God, how much cock did he have to take before she considered the punishment enough?

Dosage

                                                                                            Damn,damn,damn!  Ok Smithers, make a note'

 Subject 62A, dosage rate of 2.5ml per 1000ml. Subject 62A attained sexual reorientation in expected time, however higher brain functions show no sign of diminishing. IQ appears unchanged. Dimensions of subject basically unaltered. Although the drug seems to have taken, with sexual preference, deportment and mode of dress showing favourable traits, Subject 62A needs to be re-admitted to the program.

Subject 62B, dosage 7.5ml in 1000ml. The subject showed immense promise during the early stages of transition. Attained sexual re-orientation in expected time, with noticeable decrease in IQ level. However, it appears the Aphrodite Compound continued working after desired levels attained. Dimensions of subject exceeded working desired parameters, sexual drive reached dangerous proportions and IQ reached  badger level. Mode of dress and deportment excellent, although it seems the subject has difficulty remaining upright for extended durations. The team recommend keeping Subject 62B in the facility for further observations.

.Ok Smithers, send the acquisition party out for candidates to be designated Subject 62C, I will remain here and study 62B a little longer.

Three Wishes

‘Hey Phil, I got it!  I only actually went and got it!  The lamp of Jymir the Great, the original genie! Three wishes to get whatever we want’.

‘That’s great Bernie, remember though, that he was a sly old bastard apparently, so be careful what you wish for phrase it very carefully. And nothing small-scale like ‘I wish we were more popular at school.    OH shit.’

***Kazaammm***

‘You prat Bernie! That’s only one wish left.

‘One? Two, you mean, I only used one’

‘Yes, but I have to waste another to get us back to our old bodies’

‘Er, you know maybe you shouldn’t, well, like, be so hasty perhaps Phil’.

The 7 Tests of Trothgard (with apols to Mr S Donaldson)

He was the greatest hero of the land, know from horizon to horizon as Baghoon the Undefeatable. He was chosen by the council of firsts to be the man to deliver salvation to the endangered people of the Land. Lord Kasreyn, arch-mage of the Demondim spawn was casting envious eyes over the green and fecund home of the peoples of Vespers, Baghoon’s homeland. Raiding parties had already spread devestation in the North and it was only a metter of time before the hordes would descend upon the Land.

The council implored Baghoon to take on the onerous task of defeating the foul Kesreyn.

‘Do not fear, my people, for you, for the love of my fellow man, I will accept the sacred trust you have given me. Though the test of the seven has been tried a million times before without success, you may rest easy that I, Baghoon the Invincible, will deliver peace to our fair Land,  I will cleve Lord Kesryn’s head from his shoulders in the name of truth, freedom and harmony.

He strode forth smugly, the cheers of thousands ringing in his ears.

The Dolewind  had tried to blind him with lacerating sand - he wrapped cloth around his eyes and trusted in his Gods.

The Peak of the Fire Lions threw its worst at him, but his swiftness saw him pass.

Lifeswaller the Great Swamp tried to pull him under, but he captured and rode a giant swamp serpent acroos its vastness.

The three headed sand-gorgon he slayed from right beneath its belly.

The riddles of the Gaurdian of Helmut were answered with a laugh of scorn so easy were they.

The Falling Fist of Satansheart was too cumbersome to overtrouble him, so fleet were his feet.

The last test approached; cross the Hall of Silence deep in the Bowells of The Grieve, at the very heart of Lord Kasreyns’ warrens. The Hall posed no threat to such as him, despite the dire warnings of the ‘Curse of the Barby’ that protected them. He inched closer to his goal, his feet wrapped in oiled clothes, his armour discarded, for he was no fool.Then.........

*Attcchhhhooooooo*

‘Oh bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger  thought our hero, swiftly followed by ‘At least I didn’t break a nail’ and ‘Oh, hi guys, my what big swords you all have!’    

Waiting

One of the myriad of weird things about me is finding hypnotism to be a very erotic idea. It doesn't have to involve any sex for it to seem sexy. Maybe it is just the control thing, and the loss of it - in many cases willingly. 
If the subject below was wearing cricket pads, carrying a bat and looked a bit more like Carol Vorderman then all my fetishes would be covered.