Reversal Rings: Stealing a new life

I went through the plan once again in my mind.
"Empty your pockets from anything that might identify you" - Check.
"Place the ring where she can see it when she walks to the car" - Check.
"Wait on the other side of the fence to give myself a headstart" - Check
"Stand ready with the other ring". I padded my pocket. Check.

Four simple steps but anything could mess them up. My biggest concern is if someone else would find the ring.
But that didn't seem to be a problem at the moment as I saw Cassandra walk out from the store towards her SUV.
The very first time I had seen her I knew I wanted her to the greatest extent possible. I simply yearned to own her body as my own.

She was a regular at the store and I had spied on her on countless of occasions and now the time had come for me to put my plan in motion. The ring she was supposed to pick up was attached to her car in a small package and I held my own ready in my sweaty palm.
From the distance I could make out that she had found the package and brought it inside the car.
With shaking hands I put on my own ring.
Nothing! We didn't switch! Why?! Wait. I must wait.
Then it washed over me, the short feeling of disorientation.
I was sitting down now inside a car, as opposed of standing behind a rusty fence. My hands felt so small and delicate when I looked at them. Then I realized that I needed to get away from the parking lot.
I put it in gear, had some trouble with the heels and the gas pedal but I managed to speed away to a safe location. I saw in the rear mirror in the distance how my original body was chasing after the car.

My heart pounded hard from the excitement.
I had chosen the location with the outmost care as I didn't want to be disturbed when I checked out the goods when I ripped open her shirt. Well, it's my shirt now.
When it was off I became amazed by the pair of boobs that I now owned. They were perfect!
Johnny old boy, say goodbye to your old life and hello to your new one.
With the help of a forger I had already setup a new set of ID-cards and had a stash of money put away already. Next part was to retract as much money as I could, ditch her old cellphone and then sell her car. All had already been prepared for.

When that was done I would go to the other side of the country and start a whole new life.

Taking a life

Gillian woke up disoriented in a foreign room. How did she get here? And why did she feel....wrong? Her answer came when she lifted her head and looked down her body.
"My breasts!", she exclaimed groggily. "Somebody has stolen my breasts!" But it was worse than that.
Her hands feverishly felt up her chest when she noticed that the hands didn't really belong to her. They were too big. Gillian was slowly beginning to comprehend what was happening.
When she touched her groin and found something that wasn't supposed to be there she became horrified and shot up from the bed she had been lying in.

There was a big mirror in the corner of the room and she dashed over to it immediately to confirm her greatest fear.
"You!", she hissed when she saw the reflection in the mirror.
Gillian recognized the man. He had bought her drinks at the beginning of the evening. They had chatted a little and she had found him likeable. She decided to follow him home and....well, she didn't remember anything after that.

But if she was him it must mean that he was her!

Gillian dressed her body in the clothes she found and explored the foreign house. She heard a noise from an adjecent room and opened up the door.
It was all too surrealistic. She saw herself trying out daring lingerie she had never worn or even seen before. 
Whoever it was, that person had seen and touched her body naked without her permission
"Give back my body", she growled.

The impostor turned around and smiled. "Up already? I would have guessed you would sleep for at least another hour".

Gillian in her current male body was much bigger than her real female body and she decided to use that advantage. She made herself look menacing, or at least the thought, and confronted the impostor up close, looking down on her old body.
"Turn us back...
... or else"

"Or else, what? I like this body", the impostor replied.
"Calm down honey. I'm sure you will like yours too". A dainty hand began to stroke Gillian's temples.

The anger Gillian had was melting away more and more with each caress the impostor made.
"You are a big man now", the impostor whispered.

Gillian felt more at ease in his body all of sudden.
"Strong and powerful"

The feeling of power welled up in him.
"You like being a man. You like being a heterosexual man"

His eyes darted towards the cleavage his old body showed and it was hard not to focus on those big juicy breasts from this vantage point.

"Sensual and caring"
Gillians hands moved to the back of his old body and began caressing her back.

"You find it erotic taking orders from a woman like me"
He just nodded in reply.

"Forget your old life as Gillian. It is mine now"
Another nod.

"Who am I", she asked him.
"Gillian", he answered.

"Good boy", she smiled. "And you are my slave named Lyle", she stated matter of factly.

She pressed her body against him, flattening her breasts against his stomach. against him and purred: "Who are you, Lyle?"
"Your slave"

The new Gillian squealed in excitement. "That's right, Lyle. You are my slave. And I want you to slowly undress my body and lick my pussy with your tongue until I come"

The new Lyle didn't hesitate. He undressed his mistress and made her moan and writhe in pleasure as his tongue buried itself in her vagina.

Gillian was on her back, giggling to herself on how easy it was to take anothers life.

Courage reborn

Martha looked around nervously at the people at the mall. What if anyone understood what she was about to do? What if someone would stop her? Her small frame would have no chance.

During he whole life, up to the young mousy woman she was today, she had been afraid. It was like it was coded into her, anything could make her worried. She thought she was holding the solution in her hand, an amulet she had found in a spooky store. Martha shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to her in there, all alone with the shopkeeper.

She was tired of always being afraid. Over and over she had tried gathering courage and vist places but her bravado quickly crumbled when her mind began to tell her all the things that could go wrong.
This had to end!

It was bad enough being at the mall with all of the unknown persons around her but she had no other choice. It was safer than meeting a person all alone. She held her amulet tight in her small hand and scanned the crowd for the right person.

Person after person walked past her but none of them felt right. It had to be someone that looked safe.
Then she saw him.

A military man was walking towards her. He looked so confident in himself that Martha became jelous. He was big and muscular. And as a soldier she guessed he was brave too.

She gathered the tiny bit of courage she had and approached him.
"Sir! I need your help! Please come!"

The man in the uniform looked suprised at first but he was proud serving so he didn't deny her request and came with her to a somewhat secluded area.
Martha gulped. The man was just behind her and she fiddled with the amulet with her fingers.
She hesitated.
Doubt began to take her.
No!
Not now!
Martha spun around and pressed the amulet against the soldiers chest before he could start asking questions.

Rays of light enveloped them both and their auras began to merge.
The last thing Martha noticed in her life was that she had held the amulet the wrong way.

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"What the fuck happened?", Sgt Tanner asked himself and steadied himself against the wall.

He looked around the room for signs of the girl. "Miss?"

A softer and much higher voice escaped his lips. He tried to clear his throat but it didn't work. Instead he brushed against his now larger chest when feeling his throat with his hands.
"What the.....?"

His body not only felt wrong in all places, it looked wrong too.
His chest protruded outwards ominously with two large bumps.
It didn't take long for him to understand that he had been changed into a woman.

Sgt Tanner examined his body. It was not as buff as it had been, but it wasn´t bad.
It struck him that he probably should adress himself as "herself" in the light of current events.

She explored the options in her mind. She could probably disappear if she wanted to but her honor forbade that. She had a duty to her country after all.
Then there was only one option left. Try to convince her lieutenant of who she really was. 

That would be awkward to say the least but she had overcome bigger obstacles than that in past times.

At the Body Shop

"...and I'm deligthed that you have chosen two of our premium models. They will arrive at your home with your exact specifications within a weeks time".

The salesman looked pleased. No wonder really, he had just landed a $50,000 sale and his own cut would be substanstional.

The one to the right was for my wife. She shared many of my odd kinks and whims but we were getting bored. Eventually things will get repetetive. Kama Sutra? Hell, we could write the sequel to that one. And I'm sure we had discovered a whole new fetish as well.
 
We had decided that we would do everything again, but from the other side of the gender fence.
The one to the left is mine. Blonde hair, big boobs ( I got them modified to become more sensitive) wide hips and a deep and tight pussy.

The bodysuits might just look like dolls when hanging there but as soon you put them on they reform you, using your own flesh to mold you into a new shape with the suit as the template.
I put my arm around my wife and held her close to me and whispered in her ear:
"This will be the longest week ever".

Magic Candy: Office Party Date

"Can you get more into it!", Jeremy urged with a concerned brow. "You wont fool anyone if you still move like a guy".

"For fuck's sake man. Take a chill pill. I'm doing the best I can. Do you even know how hard it is to come to terms having a female body, huh? It's not that I suddenly can move around like a girl only because I have the body of one. So get off my back, will ya!", Kevin replied annoyed.

Jeremy needed to bring a date to an office party, and while he enjoyed the single life the management  looked favourably upon those that had a stable relationship when considering promotions.
Thus enter the magic candy.

Kevin swallowed one of them spent the next ten minutes slowly transforming into someone that could have been his own sister, if he ever had had one.

"Sorry man. I'm just stressed out. You make a nice looking girl though", Jeremy joked.

Kevin sighed. "How can they ever stand it with boobs thats constantly in the way and an giant ass thats makes me feel like some kind of hippo".

He gave his new female body a couple of minutes to feel comfortable before giving up. "I can't do it! I suck at being a girl. It feels too weird".
Kevin stretched out an open hand towards Jeremy. "Alright. I've tried as I promised but this didn't work out for me . Give me the return pill".

"Are you sure? What if I double your pay?", Jeremy tried to convince his friend.

"No. This feels way too strange for me to pull off. You will have to find someone else".

Kevin made a gesture with his hand that indicated that he wanted the candy that would turn him back.

"Alright. Alright", Jeremy said and began to dig in his pockets.
"Here", he said with a grumpy voice and handed Kevin a piece of candy.

"Thanks".

Kevin swallowed the candy, sat down in the sofa and waited for the effects to happen that would make him a man again.

Any time now.

Any time.

Why was he still a girl? Last time the changes started almost immediately.

He got up from the sofa and approached Jeremy. Something felt different. 
The sway of his hips felt more natural now. A pleasant feeling was moving around in his body, it felt like....acceptance.

His butt wasn't just a mass of flesh that was in the way anymore, neither was his boobs. They were the symbols of his femininity, the manifestation of his womanhood. They was a natural part of him.
 
He was smaller and weaker than men but in turn he knew they would protect him. It was part of their nature to protect the females.

She  didn't mind having a sex that was supposed to be penetrated, to be dominated. It was part of being a woman, to be the one chosing a partner and letting him get close to her and earning her trust.

She didn't mind showing off her body for others to see, in fact she relished it.

She was beautiful and she knew it.

She was a full fledged woman and she loved it.

Karen peeked down on herself and wondered why she was just wearing panties and a bra. 
When she looked up again she saw a nervous Jeremy in front of her and she immediately understood why.
 
She sauntered forward to him and jutted her hips a little extra for him. "Hello handsome", she said and pressed her generous bosom up against her boyfriend. "How about you and me try to relax a little and forget about the party tomorrow with some stress relief in the bedroom, hmm?", she purred and looked at him with seductive eyes.
It worked because Jeremy seemed not as tense anymore, she thought.
"Lead the way, babe", he answered with a grin. No doubt looking forward to ravish her, and that made her feel so sexy and wanted.