Francis walked along the boardwalk, listening to the seagulls and the crashing waves, thinking about how much he would Love to be a woman and how hard it was to live as a Man. He came across a penny wish machine, put a coin in the slot, and spoke his deepest, darkest desires aloud.   The animatronic Gypsy inside told him his wish would be granted. It popped out a card with strange symbols and words, and the message read, "Keep it close to your heart if you want your wish to succeed." He put it in his wallet and tucked it into his inside jacket pocket, close to his heart. As he walked, the universe changed around him. He slowly but surely started to change. His hair grew longer; his face grew more feminine; his arms, legs, and torso became those of a beautiful woman; his breasts slowly grew out of his chest, and his private parts became those of a woman. His clothes changed to fit his body: a short skirt, sweater, knee-high boots, and a jacket.   His wallet turned into a p...

Michael thought he was safe now that he was aboard the international flight. As the aircraft climbed above the clouds, he settled back into his seat. For the first time all day, he allowed himself to relax. He pressed the call button. A beautiful blonde stewardess appeared beside him and smiled. "A dry martini, please." "Of course, sir." He watched her walk towards the galley, then turned to the window. Whoever had been following him was now thousands of feet below. In a few more hours, he could begin again. He hadn't noticed the Man's following him through the airport. He hadn't seen that same man board the aircraft. And he had no way of knowing that the man had since abandoned his own body. In the galley, the hitman looked down at the stewardess's unfamiliar hands. Steady hands. Perfect for the job. The real woman smiled easily as he prepared Michael's martini. One final addition, and the drink was ready. He carried it back along the aisle. ...

Michael was a professional housebreaker. Wealthy clients paid him to enter heavily protected homes and steal specific objects.  No lock was too complicated, no alarm too sophisticated and no security system beyond his ability to defeat. So it wasn't suspicious when an anonymous client offered him a considerable sum to steal a valuable collection of antique coins. Michael had no idea that the job was a trap. One of his former victims had finally hunted him down—a powerful Man's gifted with strange supernatural abilities.   He had no intention of sending Michael to prison.  He had devised a far more unusual Punishment for the crimes Michael had committed. The address led Michael deep into the woods, where he discovered a picturesque little cottage surrounded by ancient trees. To his surprise, the front door was unlocked. Michael carefully pushed it open and slipped inside. A roaring fire filled the cottage with warmth and light.  Upon the dining table stood three bowls...

Michael had once been a government scientist, one of the few people who knew for certain that aliens existed. He had studied their technology, examined their biology and helped prepare Earth for the possibility of their return. He had never realised they were studying him too. Then they took him. Weeks passed—or perhaps months. Beneath the cold lights of an alien laboratory, time became impossible to measure. Michael remembered examinations, strange instruments and voices he could not understand. Why had they chosen him? For his knowledge? His DNA? Neither question received an answer. When they finally returned him to Earth, they sent him back in a woman's body. The documents left beside him identified her as Michelle. The photograph matched her unfamiliar face perfectly. Nothing connected her to the missing scientist. Michelle went straight to the facility where Michael had worked. Her fingerprints failed the scanner. Her voice meant nothing to security. She gave them classified d...

 

Tom looked at the recipe once again before adding the first ingredient to the cauldron. One spoonful of Honey for sweetness. One claw of cat for feistiness. Two spoonfuls of olive oil for complexion. A pair of silk panties for spiciness. Two feathers of a songbird for sweetness in voice. Two curls of blonde hair to catch the Man eyes. He stirred the potion until it bubbled. He poured it into a beaker, then downed it. He felt like his throat was on fire. He felt like his Body was burning up from inside. After 15 minutes of the most excruciating agony he had ever experienced, the pains subsided, and a cool energy washed over him. He stood up and   looked in a mirro r to see what it had done to him. He saw a voluptuous blonde bombshell with perfect assets and curves in all the right places staring back at him. He couldn't believe the recipe had worked, and he was now his dream woman.  

  Michael didn't expect his demotion from flight crew to cabin crew to bring such a drastic change in personality, body, and dress code. Still, the company insisted its stewardesses were beautiful and just the right kind of eye candy for mostly male passengers. 

  Jason was more than a little drunk when he stumbled into the local Underground station, hoping to catch the last train home. He staggered down the stairs and onto the deserted platform, unaware that the final train had departed ten minutes earlier. The station was unnaturally quiet. Not a single passenger waited beneath the dim electric lights, and even the usual distant rumble of the tunnels was absent. Jason stood near the platform's edge, swaying unsteadily as he struggled to keep his balance. Then a cold wind swept through the station. Two pale lights appeared in the tunnel's darkness. A train emerged from the shadows and rolled slowly alongside the platform, its iron wheels shrieking against the rails. Jason barely noticed how old it looked. Its carriages were made of dark, weathered wood, its windows were clouded with grime, and its brass fittings belonged in a museum. He was relieved he hadn't been stranded. The carriage doors opened. Jason climbed aboard, collapse...

Frank was Antique shop owner, with a secret, he sold Victorian antiques that it looked like it brand new but that was impossible, but they didn't care as long as the objects were authentic Frank has secret, a few weeks ago, Frank discovered a wardrobe, that was an opening to another time this period to the time of Victorian era, but it was more traveling into that era, but he in a body of twenty-something girl, he was her, in that moment, Frank realized this could be something great if he did this right , this could be a great change for a fortune, if he/she could bring some of those Victorian object, some ever several days he/she returned to get some objects of that era to 21th century, and made of small fortune , after a year or so Frank decided to retired , but were to go , Frank was starting to enjoyed his/her visits in that time, in seem that Frank would be of the past, and Francesa , but he/she did his research ,he/she enjoyed his/her time in that era, Now there was a new wea...

  THE ENCHANTED APPLE — PART ONE Michael, like all the boys in the village, knew not to steal from the enchanted apple orchard.  Like many boys before him, he climbed over the wall and picked a juicy, red-looking apple.  He could not believe that after picking the Apple from the tree and taking a sweet bite, he found himself transported to another world, where he was Snow White, living in the Seven Dwarfs' cottage as their housekeeper and bed companion.  THE ENCHANTED APPLE — PART TWO Michael had been living as Snow White for several weeks. At first, everything had seemed strange. He went from an ordinary village boy to waking each morning in a completely different body, in a completely different world. Yet life with the Seven Dwarfs was surprisingly pleasant. Every morning, they disappeared into the mountains to work while Michael remained at the cottage. He cooked, swept, washed clothes and gradually became accustomed to seeing Snow White's face whenever he passed ...

  Frank Mercer had never hidden his contempt for women. He believed they belonged in kitchens, behind vacuum cleaners, or waiting obediently in bedrooms. Whenever a woman challenged him, he laughed and told her equality had made her ungrateful. Of all women, however, he reserved his greatest cruelty for those who were pregnant. “They chose it,” he often said. “Why should the rest of us suffer?” One bitter November evening, Frank boarded the T-train after work. The carriage was crowded, but he managed to claim the final empty seat. At the next station, a heavily pregnant young woman stepped aboard. She stood beside him, one hand gripping the rail and the other resting protectively upon her swollen belly. Her face was pale with exhaustion. Frank noticed her looking at his seat. “You expect me to stand because you’re pregnant?” he sneered loudly. “You wanted equal rights. Now you’ve got them.” Several passengers turned away in embarrassment. The young woman did not. She stared...