Finally

Martin bit his lip in anticipation. Their foreplay had been excellent and he was feeling a desperate longing down "there". The longing to be filled.

He had chosen his female body with outmost care and now he was reaping the rewards. 

The tip of the penis slowly parted his labia. He had waited so long for this.

Martin felt how the mans cock entered and filled him up in one great thrust.

The feeling was unmatchable. To have this female body and all the pleasures it gave. To be desired.

And to have a cock pumping in and out of your vagina, with his body slapping your shapely ass.

 

Medallion of Zulo: Concert

"So far, so good. And Marie is still sleeping", Mike thought to himself.
His older sister Marie had set him up and made his mother ground him for several weeks. Which stinked as he had planned to visit a concert with the best band, according to himself, in the world. Tickets had been bought already, with good seats. He had planned for this event for a almost a year now. And now his bitch of a sister had messed things up.
Luckily he had a way around that.
He had found an odd necklace in the park a couple of weeks ago and by mistake discovered its powers to transform a person.
Hold it against a piece of clothing and you will transform into the last person wearing that garment, hold it against two people and both will transform into each other, and the longer you hold it against someone or something you will even gain their mannerisms and tidbits of knowledge.
Mike in this case had stolen his sisters underwear and went for the full effect, he held the medallion against his bare skin for the full duration of the transformation.
In his sisters form and in her underwear he snuck into her bedroom, placed a piece of his old clothing that was bundled with the medallion on to her and saw her transform before his very eyes.
Satisified with the result of having his sister turned into himself he removed the bundle with an outmost care. Afterwards he proceeded into the walk-in closet and packed a bag of clothes that seemed appropriate.
He wanted to go for sexy but not slutty.
A bunch of tight tops, matching underwear, some leather, four pair of shoes, a pair of boots, two dresses, a make-up set, perfumes, pants and a comfy jacket. The bag was heavy but he persevered.
He left a note on the kitchen table that he had gone on a trip with his sisters girlfriends, which was a lie as his real friends was in on the plan and was waiting in the van on the street.
Mike checked himself in the mirror one last time before heading out. His lipgloss needed a touch-up but the rest looked good. Everything from the tube top to the snug jeans showed off his curves just the way he wanted. Before heading out he blew himself a kiss, he knew he looked good.
Mike and his three friends (who were thoroughly amazed) went to the concert.
But with Mike's new tastes surfacing he didn't enjoy it as much as he had thought in the first place. His taste in music was slowly replaced by her taste in men.
It wasn't hard for someone like Mike that knew everything about the band and a rocking hot body to get backstage and meet the lead singer. The seduction was easy and the attraction mutual. That night Mike learned more about the band than any other fan had done before.

Medallion of Zulo - What comes around

I had become quite skilled in using the Medallion of Zulo. I knew the limitation with twelve hour recharge, its proficency to disappear and that unworn clothes can change specific bodyparts.
With it I had become multiple persons in my vicinity as well total strangers I only had seen a fleeting moment in a clothes shop.
Most of the time I had stayed at home and doing whatever I wanted with my body. The female ones were the best, they offered more opportunities for recreation.
Males were so and so, perhaps because I'm a male myself. The one time it was interesting when I transformed into that muscular guy with a big dong. But I grew bored of that body quickly.
After trying out multiple bodies I began to settle for a couple of them, mostly girls actually. I began to visit the malls looking like someone else and buy clothes for my body. My wardrobes was overflowing with all kind of dresses, pants, shirts,skirts and whatnot by now.
I mostly kept to myself during those excursions, interacting with the clerks only when needed.
Those trips and piqued my curiosity. How would it be to truly interact with someone else?
I nurtured the idea and wondered what kind of body I should use. I couldn't use a real person so I settled with one of those I had created with the help of multiple garments and the medallion.
Next thing I had to do was to build a background for myself. It became a labour of love sculpting the life of the girl I had chosen. She was named Rhonda and had just moved into the city. She didn't know anybody yet but was in search for friends.
The day had arrived when I would reveal Rhonda to the world.
A familiar tingle spread through my body. Within thirty minutes I had become her again.
I took my time getting ready, Shower, dressing, fixing the hair, makeup and so on.
As usual I brought the medallion with me to safekeep it. I put it around my neck and taped the medallion itself to my body. It had worked like a charm.
I blew myself a kiss in the mirror when I was satisfied and headed out.
The bar I had chosen was crowded but not packed. The bartender handed me the daiquiri I had ordered and I began to sip on it and surveying the local.
It didn't take long until I had a guy chatting me up. He was handsome enough so we began talking with each other.
He asked me about who I was and what I worked with, and I told him my meticously crafted backstory, while drinking the drinks he had bought me.
His name was Frederic and lived close by. He complimented my beauty several times and that made be blush. It kinda tingled in my body when he said it.
Must have been the alcohol affecting me.
My head felt heavy and I began to slur when I talked to him.
Definately the alcohol.
I just had had the daquiri and those other two glasses of whatever it was. I hadn't take into account my smaller body when drinking.
"nmo-re acl....aclo...alcohole", I tried to tell him.
"You poor thing", Frederic said with a concerned voice. You look very ill. Let's go to my place so you can rest".
"K", I answered. My legs didn't fully obey me so he had to help out of the bar.

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"What the...?", I said and turned my head to left and right. I didn't remember this place. Where was I?
There was some girl, I think, in front of me. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and was in for a big suprise. I saw myself. Or the girl I posed as. NAKED!
It looked like she was still in the process transforming into her new form and was trying very hard to keep her eyes open, but to no avail.
She was sleeping within minutes.
And I was in Frederics body.
How could this have happen?
The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks.
I found a package of Rohypnol, commonly known as roofies. That sonofabitch had fucking drugged me!
He must have touched the medallion when he undressed my female body, and when the changes proceeded the drugs must have materialized in his body instead.
The more I thought about it the more sense it made, and it just made me even more angry.
So what comes around goes around. Let this fucker get a taste of his own medecine.
I worked up a boner in his body and pointed it towards Frederic's pussy.
When I pushed it in I heard him whimper. Good, he aware enough to feel something.
This would be a lesson he never would forget. I pistoned in and out of his pussy and I held my load for as long as I could until I finally spurted my semen into his pussy with several powerful jets.
I picked up my medallion and put on clothes. When I left I could see semen dribble out from his vagina.
Satisfaction. That was what I felt.
Let this piece of shit, unknown to the authorities, experience womanhood, and maybe motherhood.
This was his punishment.

Short story: Consequences

Jenny comforted her sobbing friend. She felt sorry for Benjamin for becoming stuck as a girl just because she wanted to spend time with a female friend.

The magic that transformed him was gone.

A change of air

"Smile! One more for the readers!", the photographer said and snapped a last picture. "Excellent".

The journalist next to him went through his notes, still disbelieving the whole story. "Tell me again, in short this time, what happened up there".

 The girl in the captains chair made a low sigh, still unaccustomed to the whole situation. "Alright. It was like this...."

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 "This is Captain Andrews speaking. Buckle up. It looks like we will hit some turbulence up ahead. Nothing serious but it will be a slightly bumpy ride".

Nick Andrews turned off the microphone and focused on the task at hand.

"Whoa. Pretty", his first officer said from the seat next to him. And Nick agreed. It was like flying through a palette of colors that became inceasingly more vivid for every second. Not to forgetting that the turbulence was becoming worser as well.

"What is that?", Nick heard his first officer say, snapping him out of the mezmerised state he had been in.

He barely had time to react before a giant ball of energy hit them.

"What...what happened?" Nick moved away hair that obscured his vision. He recognized where he was. He was in the passenger cabin of his own aircraft.

People all around him began to scream in their seats. It was utter chaos. At the same time he noticed that the nose of the aircraft was pitching down into a shallow dive. Someone wasn´t controlling the aircraft!

When scrambling towards the cockpit he discovered that he wasn´t himself anymore. He wasn´t even a he. But that was a problem for later on. Now he had to save the aircraft, crew and passengers.

 After furiously knocking on the door to the cockpit his old body opened up, with an bewildered look on his face. "I-I... have no idea...", he stammered.

"Get out of my way!", Nick bellowed, or at least tried to bellow with his much higher voice, and pushed his old body away.

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".....then I steered the aircraft back to safety and the rest do you know".

There was an awkward silence betwen them.

Nick thought the journalist still seemed skeptic. Bodyswaps high up in the air, who could blame him for thinking it sounded outrageous.

Outrageous or not, Nick had better things to do. They had found the luggage belonging to this girls body and he was dying to take a shower and shift into a different set of clothes.

 

Step by step

It was both horrifying, exhilirating and interesting at the same time.

Watching how the the transformation slowly progressed.

How it changed his roommate from a guy to a girl.

Hearing the pleas, screams and moans.

 Seeing how his bodymass melted away and how his shape changed. Hearing how his voice became higher. His hair longer.

 It was hard to make out any details from the shadow that moved but he could see it happening.

 Mike, his roommate, had done this willingly as a favor to him.

"You have made an excellent performance Mike", James whispered to his roommate.

Mike glared at him. "Had I known it was so fricking painful I would never have done it", he growled in a hushed voice. 

"There is no way in hell it can be that important showing your ex that you date a new girl"

"It is to me. And you owed me one".

"And you owe me two. Transformation an a date. Pass the wine, will ya?"

"Ugh. My head....", Mike groaned. "Where am I?"

"Fuck", he muttered when realizing where he was. And in what form. "Thought it was just a bad dream", he muttered.

"So you finally managed to leave the bed, eh?", James said with a cocked eyebrow.

"Girl or not, I still need to finish my report", Mike responded".

"It´s still Saturday and the potion should have worn of by tomorrow"

 

"JAAAAAMEEEEES"

"WHY THE HELL AM I STILL A WOMAN?!"

 James heard the roar from the Mike´s room. Something had apparently went very wrong.

"So this is me for the forseeable future, I guess", Mike pondered whilst taking stock of his female body. He had of course done that before but this time it felt more tangible in a way. At the moment he had no idea when he could change back, all thanks to a bad batch of potion.

As time passed on Mike began to become more comfortable in his new body, and ardently tried to find more and more information on how to live with it.

 

 And then the time came when he decided to accept it fully.

Mike had been dropping hints all day to James and finally Mike felt that the time was right.

She cooed for James to come into her bedroom. Tonight was the night she would become the woman she felt like. She would truly become Michelle.

 

Yes Boss

"Uh, hello Boss"

"Good morning Andrew", Bryan responded to his employee as he entered his office.

Bryan could feel an awkward silence from the standing Andrew when he sat down behind his desk. He looked up. "Yes?"

Andrew had a bothered look on his face. "How much longer must I wear this female bodysuit?", he said an gestured downwards.

Bryan cracked up in a wide smile. "You lost our bet and thus will have to be my eye candy secretary for a week more. You might be my best car mechanic but a bet is a bet. One must honor them you know".

Andrew looked defeated down to the floor: "Yes Boss", and continued with his secreterial duties.

 

Stepping up

"Best. Idea. Ever"

"Going from living on the streets to living life in high society as a cushy housewife is one spectacular trip on the social ladder, and all I needed was a little help from the Medallion of Zulo", Sam said with a smug satisfaction on his face.

He chuckled. "The look on the bitch Cassandra´s face when she understood that her future involved sleeping on park benches and beg for money was priceless. She deserved it". Sam´s expression shifted to become more determined. "I might live as her but I will not live like her. No more lavish trips abroad (much). No more spending money on expensive cars just because the paint bores me. No more buying jewellry just to outdo the other vain people around me.

No. I will devote more of my time to help out those on the lower brackets of life.

He leaned back into the small sofa. "But I do intend to live this one to the best of my ability", he said with a soft grin on his lips.

 

POV: Food

*sigh*

Being a woman do have its perks but having to restrict what you are eating, to keep yourself in a good shape, sucks majorly.

At least I can allow myself to gorge on fat and delicious food from time to time, instead of all those salads and chicken. Almost eating like the times when I was a guy, except for the fact that I´m looking down into my own cleavage everytime I cut my food.

Blonde beach babe bicycle body swap

"Don´t just stand there! She is running away with my body!", Owen  looked dumbstruck at the developing situation. 

A hot girl had chatted up Hank and they seemed to hit it off. Then there were this intense light betwen the both of them and they fell to the ground. The person Owen presumed was his buddy Hank woke up first, checked himself out and then began to run away with a huge grin on his face.

Just after that the girl came around, shouting a weak " Stop her", adding even more to Owens confusion. She then wobbled away to a nearby bike and began to give chase.

Owen scratched his head. "What the fuck did just happen?"

Master PC: First incursion

It was hard to believe. The Master PC software actually worked! Not that he hadn´t tried it out on other people, but this was the first time he tried it out on himself and the temptation had been to great to resist. He decided to make a visit to the fairer sex, and doing it in style. Which of course meant lingerie.

His legs felt smooth and it felt weirdly pleasing sitting on his thick ass against the chair. But the most weird but pleasing feeling was when he stroked his flat crotch. He was really lookin forward to this.

 

Going with the rythm

Jeremy was ecstatic that he had been able to find a way to go to the rock concert his mother had forbidden him to go on. Grounded even.

All he had had to do was to shot his older sister with the costume gun, put her on and sneak out. 

Jeremy was having the time of his life listening to the music and dancing to the rythms. He watched the singer moving around on stage and bit his lip after realizing something. The singer actually looked kinda cute.