Dragon, princess and proud knight: Halloween Special

 

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  In the Leifre Empire in 1414, after the descent of Tholin, a dramatic situation happen. The dragon Czernohod attacked Radoże the capital city Empire and abducted Princess Niemiła. Many people breathed with a sigh of relief, as the princess was known for her nastiness and antipathy towards the commoners, so her possible reign could have ended badly. Nevertheless, the emperor offered the princess's hand in marriage and regency to the empire best knight (though illiterate) Pakosław. The proud and confident knight agreed and set out for the dragon's lair to rescue the princess. He made it to the lair without any problems. When he finally arrived to lair, he saw the princess tied up and he starting to set out to free her. Suddenly, a dragon appeared and some flashing start, not from the dragon's breath, but from something strange on the floor, which he couldn't decipher. Then he suddenly lost consciousness.  When He woke up, he feel that was chained, he feel also that he wasn't wearing armor, but just some strange, soft silk clothes. What he saw next terrified him even more, it was his body smiling at him, then it took him and forcibly taken with it outside lair. With a glance, he saw a panicked dragon, firing everywhere, as if he didn't know what to do. He fall in panic and lost consciousness. He woke up a some tome later, still chained, and his body still soft, as if it had no muscles at all, full of delicate silk dress, when the long blond hair falling in his face.  He also felt that he had no penis but have two breasts, it didn't take a genius to know that he was in the body of a princess. Suddenly, his body turned to him, "It's not easy to find yourself in a new body, but I'm sure we'll both get used to it." Pakosław tried to speak, but beyond a few grunts, he couldn't utter a sound.  At this, his body smiled ominously and said, "Before you arrived, I put into to the princess's body a special spell that would prevent her from speaking for rest life. It wasn't easy just like it a body swap spell, but I had enough resources in the vault to perform it. And since I see even greater surprise in your face, You probably want to know what happened to the princess and you guessed that I'm actually the dragon Czernohod. So you see, our dear vain princess, so full of beauty, found herself is now in my old body. Unless she threw a whole mountain on herself in a panic, she will most likely go mad from dragon instinct. I rather doubt she'd be smart enough to manage to control my body, and after some time, she'll become an ordinary beast." At these words, I tried to break free, but nothing worked.  "Don't even try, we'll hold these bonds until we reach the capital. Then, according to the agreement, for saving the princess drom hands of the evil dragon, I'll receive the rank of regent and, in the future, will rule over the entire country. Oh, and we'll also get married. Thanks to the spell, you won't be able to reveal anything about my true identity. Besides, they will most likely assume that it is the result of trauma after being capture. You also boasted widely that you don't need to be able to read to be a knight, so there's no risk of you passing anything on it to anyone." At this news, I fainted with fear. "A great warrior, faints at the slightest news. Ha, Even the princess was more determined," the dragon laughed, and night fell.
  
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  The next sequence of events unfolded rapidly. The knight returned triumphantly to the capital with the princess, and the emperor received promises, making him regent and organizing a Grand Wedding for his daughter.  People were saddened by the news that princess, as a result of trauma by abduction by a dragon, had lost her voice and completely withdrawn into herself; in fact, she seemed like a completely different person, more humble and obedient. The wedding took place with pomp. Already under the Prince Regent Pakoslav(the Emperor had fallen ill for unknown reasons, which was attributed to some of the dragon's tricks), the Empire  was prospering, and ruling came easily to him. In his Czernohod times he lesrn many about tactics. As prince Pakosław he mastered swordsmanship with ease, expanded the army for further conquests, implemented tax collection, eliminated bureaucratic and purged political enemies. He was, as everyone says, a powerful but cruel king, albeit a somewhat emotionally empty .
  
  Pakoslav, however, in the body of Princess Niemiła, was unhappy.  He was confined to the castle, barred from venturing out to drink in taverns or traveling the world. Imprisoned in golden cage full of delicate lace and silk, forced to listen to endless discussions of embroidery and diplomacy from the princess's ladies-in-waiting, unable to lift a sword or even run without tripping over the hem of her gown, fainting at every major emotion. She hated the constant preening required of royals. She maintained a tragic, perpetually somber expression, which the court interpreted as a sign of a deep, complex emotional life of trauma.  sometimes she heard a story about a dragon terrorizing some villages in the Empire and abroad, gathering treasures for its cave, and she wondered how much of the former princess's mind was left in that beast.

 

 

This is the continent of Eilogia where I plan to set some other stories in the past, unlike Ventignel, the Great Shift did not take place here, nor are there elves, dwarves, and other typical fantasy creatures.

When a Daughter swap bodies cow: Halloween Special

 19 years old Ali was very jealous of Betsy, their cow, to whom her parents devoted all their attention to. Betsy was a very intelligent and strong cow, winning practically every competition. Ali was a lazy, unintelligent woman who always avoided work and was mean to everyone. She was angry that her parents preferred Betsy to her. On a stormy Halloween night, she went to the barn angrily, slightly drunk, and said, 
"Stupid cow, you have no idea what a good life you have. I should have been in your shoes." Unfortunately, someone higher up must have been listening, and lightning struck the barn. When her parents came to check on what was happening, they saw their daughter on all fours and the panicked cow. They quickly concluded that a body swap had occurred.

A Year Later

New Ali wiped the oil-covered calluses on her hands with a cloth. She stepped back, admiring her work. The aging tractor was working perfectly.
"I'm done," she replied as the old machine started.
Her father patted her shoulder with genuine pride. "Great job! What would we do without a daughter like you? You've fixed more equipment this year than I have in the last five."
New Ali (formerly Betsy the cow) accepted the praise humbly. "I'm sure there are some things I can't do" she replied modestly. In her old body, receiving a medal was a reward for natural talent; in this body, fixing a stubborn gearbox was a triumph of applied intellect.
Suddenly, a cow's lowing sounded from the nearby barn.
"Looks like (new) Betsy needs milking," her father commented. "Will you take care of that, daughter?"
"Of course, Daddy."
New Ali walked toward the barn, feeling the heavy smell of straw and silage. She stopped at the entrance, leaning against the wooden frame.
 She looked nostalgically at the old display case, where framed photos showed a proud cow—her former self—standing triumphantly beside her parents, dozens of ribbons streaming down the glass.
She smiled, then glanced at the second, newer display case, filled with awards. These were the awards New Betsy (Ali) had won. They weren't as numerous, but they were certainly eye-catching—proof that even a spoiled human in a cow's body can achieve the bare minimum if the reward structure is appealing enough.
In a strange twist of fate, lazy, self-centered Ali had finally found a way to get the attention she craved, even if it required four stomachs and an endless supply of hay.
New Ali entered the stall. New Betsy (Old Ali) looked up. A look of subdued, contented human resignation appeared in her eyes.
"Okay, little one. I hope you're ready to milk. And remember, if you win that Halloween cow contest, Daddy promised to put a TV in the barn."
New Betsy nodded. She shifted her considerable weight, preparing to milk.

A simple, fulfilling life.

Ali, also known as New Betsy, let her consciousness drift away as the familiar, rhythmic sound of the milking machine began.
The first weeks were a nightmare. She was distraught, hysterical—a cruel girl trapped in a large, hairy, awkwardly shaped prison. Her parents were forced to sedate her.

Then the State Fair changed everything.

She won the first contest she entered—a simple "Weight and Endurance" category. Her parents showered her with compliments, cooing over her, brushing her coat until it glistened, feeding her special molasses treats.  For the first time in her life, Ali, a mean, petty, lazy creature, felt completely appreciated for simply existing.
From then on, life as a cow became incredibly, surprisingly, enjoyable for her. The routine was simple: eat, drink, chew, sleep, and occasionally be the center of attention.
In that moment, as the gentle, mechanical suction kicked in, she drifted off. She thought about hay. Should she eat the good, sweet alfalfa first, or save it for last? These were monumental decisions in her new life.

Her parents entered the barn.
"Look at her," her mother sighed dreamily. "So calm, so productive. She's become a real treasure, isn't she, darling?"
Ali felt a warm surge of vanity. Yes, she thought. I am a treasure.
She also felt a strange, quiet, physical impulse, now that the milking had begun.  This was something new, something that had subtly begun to happen at the turn of the season.
She was even slightly excited by the thought (probably cow instincts, she thought) of a bull mounting her, or even a calf (for sure it's cow instincts, she thought), but for now, her parents hadn't decided on that.
She shifted her weight, feeling the satisfying pressure subside. After milking, her parents would leave her with warm, clean straw. She would chew her cud and think about nothing. Her pampered, lazy life as a spoiled cattle star was perfect, and she just had to make sure she was well rested before the competition.

From father to slave witch: Halloween Special

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Brett Chapman, Louis's father, noticed his son's strange behavior over the course of the year. He often spent time in the basement and engaged in strange songs. When he wasn't doing that, he'd wander around the neighborhood as if he were looring something. He tried to discipline him several times, but Louis ignored him. Finally, on Halloween night, he went to a party to talk to his son. However, when he stopped him after seeing him talking to a group of unknown men, Louis smiled and said, "I was counting on you appearing here, you won't stop me from conquering this world." Then he began uttering some strange gibberish. 
Suddenly, Brett's body stiffened and then returned to normal. "Ugh, what by the Belladona ungrace, where am I? Is this the other world the other witches are talking about?" Brett said in a different tone of voice.

"Hello Agreth/Aphozora, let me introduce you to your new situation," said Louis's body (actually controlled by a powerful dark elf sorceress).  

Brett felt a heavy weight on his body, whem his eyes opening, which was surprisingly gleaming for his usual bespectacled gaze. He wasn't in the drawing room... He was in a dimly lit chamber. Heavy, enchanted chains bound his wrists and ankles, jingling with a low sound. And instead of a hairy chest, he had... a pair of breasts, and slender, elegant  legs. He was a woman. An incredibly unlucky woman, judging by the aura of menace that seemed to hover in the air around him. He tried to speak, but couldn't, for his mouth was bound. There was something on his back that completely constrained him.  He sat there in the darkness for who knows how long. Finally, he heard sounds. A pair of well-dressed men approached, grabbed him by the throat, began undressing him, and said to him, "And now you see? What good was this betrayal? Agreth/Aphozoro. Even BellaDonna herself wasn't meet such punishment, but unfortunately, my father is a much crueler man than those who captured those ancient witch, but I must say, it's amazing that after all these years, you're still able to retain some remnants of consciousness." He said to her, and then began having sex with her. And the cycle repeated itself, from which he learned more details about who he was. Apparently, he was in the body of a very cruel sorceress who almost overthrew a local lord but fail, and as a result, she was punished with eternal chains and being at the mercy of her tormentors.  Bret's mind wasn't that strong and quickly began to decay, he didn't even know if his previous life was real or just an attempt to cope, after a few months he was practically deprived of any deeper thoughts except waiting for the next round of whoever happened to visit her, Agreth/Aphozora came to terms with her new role completely breaking down, and her master was pleased to learn that finally the powerful sorceress had been broken

Vanity french actress 2/2:Funeral: Halloween Special

 

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A few years later.
The sky over Hollywood was a dull, faded blue, the kind that looked as if it had lain in the sun too long. I stood when delicate shadows drop on my face-Amandine's face. The cemetery was small, private, a place where the wealthy buried their dead.
A handful of mourners stood over the coffin.
The coffin was already closed and being lowered with a body of Margaret Winslet's.

The priest droned on and on about "a good long life" and "a bright spirit returned to God." I bit the inside of my cheek—Amandine's cheek—to keep from laughing. If only he knew.  If only any of them knew that the coffin didn't really hold old Margaret mind, but Amandine one, who hadn't even reached 30.
Years passed before the body finally gave out. Years of watching by Amandine trapped in this paralyzed shell, as I lived her stolen life in the spotlight. At first, I visited her often, mocking her, reveling in her silent suffering. But as the body decomposed and her eyes grew increasingly blurry, the visits became less frequent. It was no longer fun to torment a prisoner who could barely understand you, and finally, after a few years body gave up and Amandine died.

The coffin hit the ground with a dull thud. I stepped forward, running my well-groomed hand over the polished stone.

"Goodbye, Margaret," I murmured, loud enough for the attendees to hear. A respectful farewell to my "dear friend and mentor."  The press would have lapped it up – another layer of the tragic, glamorous myth I'd built.

But under my breath, so quietly only the dead could hear, I added:

"Amandine, heh, you lasted longer than I thought. I wonder if reincarnation or maybe the afterlife awaits you."

I turned on my heel and walked away from the grave, my heels clicking sharply on the cobblestone path. The world was mine now – truly, irrevocably mine. No more left unsaid. No witnesses.

Before me lay only a fresh, young body and a lifetime of stolen years.

And as I slid into the backseat of the limousine and adjusted my sunglasses, a slow smile played on my lips.

Margaret Winslet was dead.

Long live Margaret DuPont.

Vanity french actress 1/2: Halloween Special

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The air in my Hollywood Hills mansion was thick with the scent of old deferred dreams. With a trembling hand, I ran my hand over a glossy centerfold from my youth. Then I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror – an old woman of 75. Every joint ached, every breath a sigh against the inevitable. Wealth had given me luxury, but not youth.

From my perch, I observed my maid, Amandine DuPont. Twenty-four years old, a recent French immigrant, Amandine was a beautiful woman dressed in a high-buttoned maid's uniform. Her complexion was flawless, her natural elegance belied her simple attire. Besides her beauty, Amandine possessed something else: absolute anonymity. An orphan, without family, without friends, with no life beyond silent service 

My considerable influence and wealth had opened a secret door to the witches' coven.  A Porata, a witch, answered my request to be young again, all for a relatively modest sum. The ritual was scheduled for the following month, at the end of October in Halloween.
During this time, I made all the preparations for taking over a new body, signing over my estate to Amandine and (on the witches' advice) adopting her and making her my personal guardian, unbeknownst to the girl herself.

Pretending to have a "confidential medical mission" for Amandine, I led the obedient girl straight into the trap of the witches' lair.

Inside, the ritual chamber was already prepared. Two identical tables gleamed in red light. Amandine and I, both under the influence of a calming potion, were placed on the table. Amandine's wide, terrified eyes met mine, a fleeting moment of primal understanding before the calming potion lulled us to sleep.

 The first thing I felt when I woke up was the absence of pain. Decades of aching joints, a stiff spine, the unrelenting gravity of old age—all of it vanished. I flexed my fingers, and youthful ligaments snapped. I stood, weightless, full of energy. In the mirror, I returned the gaze of Amandine's face: perfect, flawless, radiating vitality. I laughed with a chilling, victorious joy.

I saw the witches approach my old, still unconscious body and pour in some potion.

"To induce an effect similar to a stroke, so she wouldn't say anything," one of the witches explained.

My old, fragile body, now having  Amandine's consciousness, convulsed, letting out a silent, internal scream of pure panic, quickly muffled by the powerful elixir.

At the mansion, my old, wrinkled body—now housing Amandine's terrified, imprisoned mind—was placed in my old bedroom, and I moved to the other. I placed my old, defenseless, paralyzed, and utterly silent body, which housed Amandine in a bed. Amandine was now a captive observer, trapped in her old body, forced to watch as her life, her beauty, her future were effortlessly stolen.

I removed Amandine's simple maid uniform and replaced with luxurious, revealing clothes, purchased a month earlier, which now adorned my new persona. I began the administrative process of liquidating my assets, transferring all fiduciary authority to my "new identity." I changed my name from Amandine DuPont to Margaret DuPont.

Within a few months, Hollywood was ablaze with rumors about  a mysterious new French model, Margaret DuPont. My beauty was shocking, my confidence magnetic. I signed contract with my old agency, and I immediately dominate the highest circles. I possessed the ruthless ambition and cold calculation of an old titan, reinforced by the impeccable, youthful energy.

At a prestigious charity gala, I explained that Margaret Winslet was my greatest inspiration, a true mentor, and after a (public) stroke that paralyzed her, she had been under my care in the last years of her life, and this was my tribute to her. I winked at the cameras, my glint of triumph dazzling and cold. No one guessed the truth.

I was famous all over the world, living exactly the life I had always envied. When I entered my old bedroom, I saw Amandine.

The old woman's body lay still, weaker now. Amandine's consciousness, trapped within her, registered my approach.  I moved closer, my young breath fanning against the cold, old cheek.

"You know, Amandine," I whispered, caressing the face of my former self. "This body is wonderful. I've never loved my life more. And the best part? No old age. No more pain. And no one knows that the greatest tragedy of your short life is becoming my greatest success."

Amandine's mind screamed in silent pain, a torrent of rage and fear, but her old vocal cords couldn't utter a sound. Her eyes, sunken and clouded, stared into the beautiful, youthful face of the woman who had stolen her future. It was a look of absolute, concentrated terror.

I stood, straightened my tailor's dress, and closed the bedroom door. The world saw a bright star radiating youth and strength.  Inside the mansion, trapped in its crumbling prison, the real Amandine DuPont remained, hidden, silent proof of my monstrous vanity—doomed to watch her stolen life play out on magazine covers until her new old body finally gave way to death.

Unworthy Mafia Heir: Halloween Special

 

Andreo Vittorio, the son of a powerful mafioso, lived a life of luxury, never need to do anything.
He exploited his position and slept with all the women he could, and if they didn't want him, he did threaten them with the consequences. He dreamed of doing nothing in life, surrounded by a harem of obedient women, and having sex without protest.
However, bad consequences came eventually for him. On Halloween night, during a party, he was kidnapped by a rival mafia family. They then sent a message to his father asking him to accept their demands or they would begin to take away his son's part. His father refused, regardless of whether they sent him a finger or, if they ran out of fingers, limbs. Yet He still refused and instead he sent men to find and raid the hideout of rivals  However, by then, he no longer had a son. The enemies, after running out of limbs, stripped the son of his vocal cords, but even then the father didn't give in. So, they used an experimental formula and turned the son into a woman.

 He looked at the creature lying on the table—limbless, voiceless, yet still alive. But His son was gone.

Andreo's eyes, dull from shock and months of terror, briefly glanced at his father. In that silent, desperate gaze, Vittorio saw not a message of pain, but a quiet numbness.

Don Vittorio had come here to reclaim his dumb son, his heir, an extension of his own power, and now he found only a dumb woman.

Vittorio turned from the table.

"Burn the warehouse," he ordered. "Leave nothing. And Bring it… bring This thing back to the estate."

Disappointed at first, Vittorio rejoiced at the good news when the doctors determined that, despite the change in the women, his family DNA was still there, so his bloodline wasn't extinct yet.  So he came up with a terrifying idea: allowing loyal lieutenants to spend the night with his transformed heir, giving them the opportunity to being a father to future successor. His heir failed him, and it was long before this transformation. Fortunately, in his new form, Andreo will be more useful, and any eventual offspring will certainly be better than him. Don provide Andreo with excellent facilities, like caregivers trained to interpret his head movements (for now, the only way to communicate is through his nodding and shaking his head), the possibility to watch TV all the time and all those streamers or whatever the youth are watching. In a sense, Andreo got what he wanted; he wouldn't have to do anything, and he'd be surrounded by women ready to obey his every command. Plus, he'd have plenty of sex.

A Swap with a Doll: Halloween Special

 Braila was a hard-working office worker, often working late into the night, with no time for romance. Frustrated, she often stared at the small Japanese figurine of a Japanese schoolgirl on her desk, which she had received during a business trip to Japan. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to live blissfully and without unnecessary worries. Unfortunately, this wish came true when she was staying up late again on Halloween, and Role Exchanger was taking place. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she found herself on the other side of the office, unable to move or blink. She saw her body sitting stiffly and still, but breathing. Suddenly, she understood. She swapped bodies with the figurine.  She stood motionless, staring at her immobile body all night. Finally, in the morning, workers arrived and saw that she was stiff. They called for help, and from snippets of conversation, she learned that the rescuers quickly discovered that the body had been swapped with some object, because no one else was in the building at the time, but they couldn't determine what it was. Furthermore, the body was taken to an unknown destination, and she was stuck in the office, constantly looking in one direction, unable to blink. And so the days passed, beginning to blur together. She saw people and cleaners cleaning the office, but from what she understood from their conversations, they weren't supposed to take anything, and that it would be taken by some force dealing with the Role Exchanger.  Finally, some uniformed men arrived and began securing the entire room and taking all the items. Finally, they took her away, conceiving her in some kind of box. From what she understood, everything was to be kept safe until the being in her former body learned to be human, and the items were given to her new owner.

The box in the warehouse was completely dark; she didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity. She didn't know how many days had passed; only the dark emptiness was there, she felt as if she were slowly sinking into it. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, she felt movement, and suddenly the box she was in was being taken somewhere. Finally, it was opened by someone in the light of day and she felt someone hands and saw herself being placed on a shelf. After a while, she saw a woman who had come, and to her shock, she saw that it was her, or rather her body.  Suddenly the body spoke, "Hello Braila, I know you're here somewhere, although I don't know what you are, I hope you're doing well, not that you know me, but I was an object on your shelf before, but thanks to specialist help, I managed to stand up as a human being, unfortunately, I don't remember what I was before, but know that I promise you that I will continue your life and I will try to deserve what you gave me." Braila wanted to scream, saying that she was here and she didn't want the doll to take her identity, but she didn't have a mouth scream, she was just an ordinary doll with the consciousness of the person she once was, all she could do was watch as her life was taken away from her.

Witness protection program: Jermaine better life

 

Due to unforeseen circumstances, 21-year-old Jermain, son of August and heir to the Brassley fortune, witnessed a serious mob crime and faced threat of death as a result. To protect him, under the witness protection program, he was swapped with 20-year-old secretary Rebecca, who worked on the other side of the continent at one of the company's branches. Jermain wasn't happy about this; he hadn't worked a day in his life and lived a luxurious, opulent life. He didn't want to be in the body of an ordinary person, but he had no choice in the matter. He was assured that it was only temporary and wouldn't last more than a year or two.

12 years later.

"It should be on the wardrobe (hey), call me back if anything happens." Rebecca Mowry-Griffin, GM of the Miami corporate board, finished talking to her eldest child and returned to work. It reminded her that today was the anniversary of her becoming her(new)self. Initially, it was difficult, adjusting to her feminine parts, hygiene, and her new position in life.  At first, he hated it and waited for it to end, but once he settled into a routine, he quickly discovered he had talent. He also found a group of female colleagues at work, some of whom became his friends. He also met Andrew Griffin, who worked at a nearby café. They quickly struck up a friendship thanks to their shared interests in sports, pop culture, and gaming. Their friendship quickly blossomed into love, and they became a couple. Finally, after two years, Jermey received news of the case's end and that he could return. He wasn't sure, though. Although he wanted to be rich again, he built a life there, got another promotion at work, and his relationship with Andrew was shining up. Could he end it all? His morning sickness resolved the situation for him. He found out that he/she was pregnant, and her instincts told him what she needed to do. He told Andrew about it, and they quickly set a wedding date. He sent word that he preferred to stay (apparently, the real Rebecca took it well). From then on, it was all downhill, and the new Rebecca quickly settled into her marriage and loved each of her four children.  When she picked up the framed photo from the desk: Andrew, her, and their four beautiful, boisterous children. Their faces, so full of life. The "real" Rebecca, wherever she was, living his old life, probably thought she had the better deal. And maybe, on the surface, she did. But "New Rebecca" knew the truth. She wouldn't trade a single sleepless night, a single scraped knee, a single triumphant boardroom speech for the entire Brassley fortune. This wasn't just a stopover; it was a destination. She couldn't even bear the thought of abandonment, this was now her life in its entirety instead of some heir's boring life.

Turned Tables 7: Summer Special

 

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Ah, that's life. Warm climates, sunshine, and the gentle rocking of a yacht. Mr. Antonio surprised me with this trip; it was a surprise gift for my AMV nomination. It was something I was really proud of. 

It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, I was a middle-aged, divorcing male lawyer until a body thief stole my body and life, leaving me in this woman bidy and her debts. Although initially terrified, I eventually grew to love this life of a nymphomaniac girl who is a star at the Tom Kat strip club and a rising star in erotic films. At this rate, I'm assuming I'll pay off all my debts within a year. The thought of returning to mt old body, to that old life, still gives me shivers. A cold shiver, not the blissful one evoked by a strip scene or sex. No, this life, my current life, is exactly where I should be. Every curve, every dance, every whispered compliment, every burning desire fulfilled. It's perfect.

Johny Antonio and I are currently on a Caribbean cruise to celebrate this (AMV nomination) milestone in my life. I never imagined such a thing was possible, and now here I am, and the sun on my skin is incredible, a gentle touch, it's been while when I doing it in my old body.

It's a sadly that Tom is not here, my main film partner and also a secret lover, at least until my contract with Mr. Antonio expires, but for obvious reasons he couldn't be here.

And Mr. Johny... well, he remains a constant, soothing anchor in my exciting storm life. Although I have my own small apartment now, his villa is still my "sanctuary" when I need a moment of quiet decadence and pleasant company. And yes, our nights together are still an unofficial part of the "contract," a luxurious pleasure I rarely refuse. Of course he's not Tom, no, but he has his own unique charm and a certain... maturity that can be quite pleasant. Of all the men I've fucked, he's in the top five.

Okay, the sun just passed noon, maybe it's time to wake Mr.Antonio (with a kiss), and then we'll dive into the ocean.  Or maybe I'll just lie here a little longer and let the him wake up and come to me, or I just dive into ocean alone. "Yes, it's a perfect life, I'm glad it happened to me," I thought as I leaned back on the deck, listening to another summer music hit.

Stranded Father and Daughter friend 4: Summer

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The sun shine on the beach. The sea waves, rhythmic and lazy, lapped the beach. A brightly colored beach umbrella, and beneath it lay a scattered pile of towels and bags.

Caroline, in a two-piece swimsuit, adjusted the strap of her top. Her movements were fluid and casual as she spread a large towel closer to the water's edge.

Just nearby, two other girls, her friends, were already splashing in the water. One, Jane pulled into a messy bun, screamed as a larger wave engulfed her. The second, Maggie, her best friend(and former daughter) laughed, pushing the water towards her.

"Are you coming in?" Jane called, her voice easily carrying over the muffled sound of the ocean.

Caroline waved her hand carelessly. She sat down on the towel, propping herself up on her elbows.  Her gaze drifted lazily to the beach full of handsome men, then back to the two girls in the waves. She watched them for a moment, then began fanning herself with her fan.

A few minutes later,  Maddie emerged from the water and approached Caroline, water running down her tanned legs. "You're just going to sunbathe, right?" she asked, sitting down beside her on the sand.

Caroline turned her head, still fanning her. She shrugged slightly. "Just admiring the view," she said, smiling at the men on the beach. Her voice was full of desire.

"What else?" Maggie remarked, scooping up a handful of sand and letting it sift through her fingers.  "You know, you can swim with us in the water and then get out, kind of like some Bond chick in one of his old movies I used to watch with my dad, but I don't remember which one." and playfully nudged her with her elbow.

A soft giggle escaped Caroline. "I think it was Die Another Day." She thinking, then she move her eyes toward Maddie and started fanning herself again. "Okay, give me a few minutes, I'll be there soon, so I can finish reading." She then pulled a glossy magazine out of her bag and began leafing through it. Her gaze flicked over the summer fashion article, pausing briefly on the article about men's swimwear (Maddie rolled her eyes, smiled at this and back to water), before moving on to the lifestyle article. After she finished reading, she put the magazine aside and ran into the water. "Okay, girls, get ready for a real sex bomb now."

Alt Shift: Father to trophy wife 2: summer

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A over year had passed since Alt Shift. I, once Zoe, found myself in my husband's body, my husband in his father's, and his father in my body. A new law forced us to assume the roles of our new bodies. Although I sympathized with my husband's loss of years, I was also happy to be the successor of company. In my former body, many considered me a foolish trophy wife, a gold digger, a secretary who got where she was thanks to her looks (and while it certainly help, it weren't the only factor). Now I could fully utilize my intelligence and role as successor to the company's CEO to implement my ideas. 
I was surprised by the attitude of my father-in-law, now my wife. We didn't get along; he considered me a foolish gold digger, and I considered him a conservative asshole.  
However, the new law forced us to marry, and with more time together, we got to know each other better. He learned about my intelligence, and I about his past as the rebellious hippie son of a rich couple from south, who traveled around the country with his friends in the 1980s. I was surprised by how easily he slipped into the role of trophy wife that those assholes from the Alt Shift committee had assigned me; he felt like a duck to water. 

After a year and a half, we were a fully-fledged married couple. We had just been on vacation by the sea, spending all our time sunbathing, having sex, swimming, sex, visiting monuments, sex, eating at luxurious restaurants, and, of course: sex.


We had just been to the beach, where I watched "Zoe"—or rather, Kieran in my old body—stand in the water and let the waves hit her. It was surreal to see my old body moving by a completely different person.

"Are you coming in?"  she called, and her voice, new Zoe, sounded more sensual than I had ever imagined.

I followed her, waves lapping our faces, salty wind ruffling our hair. It felt so natural. Playing with her in the sea, seeing the joy on the face that had once been my own, was intoxicating. She was so alive, so invigorated by new life, perhaps truly free of burden for the first time.

FOSE Secretary Affair 2.6 Summer Special

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This is the, uhm the ☀️, a benevolent golden ball, hanging high above the ocean. A breeze played with my long hair, which now cascades over my shoulders. The first summer since FOSE had passed. Vanessa, in my old Isaiah body, slipped easily into the role of CEO. It turned out she understood all those complicated terms—she was a natural. She gave orders, closed connections, charmed investors. All the boring things I used to have to do on my own. Now, as Vanessa, the secretary, life was… wonderful, beautifully simple. My biggest concern was the coffee machine, not the multimillion-dollar decisions. It replaced them daily, a quiet satisfaction. Sure, the salary was lower, the apartment cozier, but those were.prices I am willing paid for.  Yes, I had to cut ties with my wife and children, but honestly, I never liked that old harpy, and I only married her out of obligation (and the threat of alimony).

My "destiny" is to be a secretary—"and the boss's mistress" (and a stripper). I was currently at the beach with Dustin, the marketing director, on his business trip. I was quite surprised to notice that since Valentine's Day, various executives from the board had been trying to secure my presence on their trips. Dustin strode across the sand toward the bar, and I caught a glimmer of something inscrutable in them before I ordered a some whiskey. My body, old Vanessa's body, was young and in excellent shape, much better than mine old one. The subtle sway of my hips on the way to the sea, the lingering touch as I handed someone a drink.  It's a new body language that brought surprising wonders...
Later, during sex, I leaned into Dustin. "You have no idea," I murmured "how much a woman can obey.. 😘." His hand tightened almost imperceptibly on my breast. A light kiss, fleeting like a butterfly's, brushed his cheek. I don't look for for something seriously, either as male or female. Just... experience. I felt like I was fulfilling an old fantasy.

From CEO to Trophy Wife love being housewife

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It had been two years since the accident that had turned Matt into Amy. Matt had initially been terrified by these physical changes, being a woman, the loss of CEO status and becoming a trophy wife of new CEO. Now after years, she couldn't believe how wrong she/he was. Being a housewife was the best thing that had ever happened to her; otherwise he would have died surrounded by stock market fluctuations and so on. He felt a huge burden lifted from him. Instead, he/she had a carefree life as the CEO's wife. Sure, she/he still made decisions from time to time to the board, but these were loose obligations, and as time went on, she became increasingly irritated by questions about what to do. It wasn't her company anymore, it was her husband's company. She was just an accessory, and she felt great in thisvrole. Her only commitment to the company was to be a model occasionally. Although perhaps she'll become an actress someday?

From CEO to Trophy Wife: blah blah

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“Jeoffrey?” Amy muttered pleadingly from the balcony, adjusting her bikini strap. “Could you refill my mojito?”
Jeoffrey, one of Matt’s oldest friends, a key member of the company’s board of directors, and now his/her lover, chuckled as he took champagne from the ice bucket. “I still can’t believe you convinced George to send us to the Maldives for a ‘strategic business trip’” he said, handing her a glass. “Meanwhile, the company is preparing to announce its third-quarter results. Are you sure we shouldn’t be…worried?”

Amy took a long, delicious sip, her eyes half-closed, gazing at the horizon. “What are you worried about, honey lovey? The stock price? If George does his job well, it’ll be fine. He’s also naive and will believe any nonsense I tell him.” She winked.  "Besides, I already told him to push for the acquisition of that tech startup of Sterling Corp. There's potential there, and honestly, their CEO, Liam, is quite hot."

Jeoffrey almost choked on his drink. "You recommended it because the CEO is hot?"

"Among other things!" Amy giggled, stretching lazily. "Now, about that new line of designer bikinis I saw at the boutique... I think they'd look absolutely 'divinely/admirably' on me, don't you?"

Jeoffrey just shook his head, a resigned smile plastered on his face. He knew perfectly well who was really in charge—and it wasn't George. It was a woman who was currently more interested in bikini than the balance sheet. But then again, the company had never been more profitable.  "But Matt, I mean Amy, if the quarterly reports aren't good, then..."

Suddenly frowning, Amy replied, "Blah, blah, blah. NO. Life's definitely too short for spreadsheets, I'm on vacation now," and she returned to her cheerful mood.

From CEO to Trophy Wife: business

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Liam watched her, sunlight glinting off her hair. Amy was a beautiful though bimbo enigma, a dazzling distraction from the relentless corporate grind. He knew she was married to the new CEO of Aura Solutions after the previous one had disappeared, yet she moved with a rebellious ease that captivated him. He tried to subtly tease from her  informations about her husband Company new ideas. She only laughed, failing to notice the mischievous intelligence in her eyes that belied her "dumb blonde" demeanor, before kissing him until he forgot the question. He knew she didn't care about corporate rivalry; their affair encounters were purely for her amusement. And, dangerously, he cared less and less about Sterling Corp when she was around. He pushed himself off the dune, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Tired of playing the CEO's wife?" he joked. "That depends on how good you are in bed," she replied.  Liam had no idea that Amy was doing final checks on whether her husband should buy or not his company.

From CEO to Trophy Wife: Secret(ary) lover

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Leo was Matt's personal secretary, now he was secretary of Amy's husband: George Crowares.  Leo was likely the lowest-ranking person in the company who knew what had really happened to the CEO Matt. So when he received word from him to meet at his apartment, he thought it was business. He was surprised when it turned out differently: Amy wanted him to be her lover. "With all due respect, sir, I mean madam, but this isn't a professional having affair between employees," he said, to which Amy replied, "But sunshine, I don't work for the company, I'm just the CEO's wife. My only job is being a housewife, a bit of an influencer, and an occasionally also model." she replied with a smile. She then put on an Abba song and dragged him to the balcony to admire the view. He wasn't sure which view, the one outside or her, only that when he got out, the day was much hotter, and he was now on the Lady Crowares list of many lovers.

Things Will Never Be the Same with Dad 5: Summer

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"That was the whole frat party, my bitches."
The Florida sun, the sticky, sweet smell of cheap beer and suntan lotion, the endless bass thumping from every corner of the beach—it all felt like a fever dream now. My body, still pulsing with the last vestiges of energy from the past week, felt strangely familiar.

I ran my hand over my stomach, then up to my breasts, which were now undeniably ample, practically spilling out of my bikini. My appearance apparently made me a magnet for college students.

For now, I just had to get through summer vacations. I went there with Maddie's friends, hoping to calm my thoughts about my  relationship with Anthony. That I'd find, at most, a gentleman who would treat me like a delicate, beautiful flower. Ha!  What did that even mean anymore? Delicate flowers don't have group sex on motel floors. "Respect" was thrown out with the first slurred pick-up line, replaced by raw, unvarnished pleasure. And my Goddes it was pleasure.

My old life seemed so… subdued now. Sex with my ex-wife had been, in retrospect, largely superficial Sure, we tried experimenting, but my wife was reluctant despite her own experiments from the mistakes of youth, and tries with Anthony... well I lacked experience in my new body. Never again. Every touch, every thrust was a revelation. I learned more about orgasms in cew days than I had in years as a man. It was like living in black and white and suddenly stumbling upon a colorfull rave.

"OMG! Not bad, but what about Anthony!!!" It was Chloe, one of Maddie's friends. This was another new territories.  Before the change, my social life revolved around golf buddies and networking events amd others old geezer stuffs. Now I had a group of young women who wanted to talk about makeup, boy bands, and… well sex too, considering previous Maddie though that rather surprised for them in new Maddie, who had previously has been quiet and demure.

But these were my friends now.

"Easy, he's on a business trip to Europe, plus Sandra, his mother has my back, and I have complete faith in her on that," I replied, a little bold in my new assertiveness. Let the spilling begin. The "expertise" I'd acquired in Florida seemed like something to be at least discussed. Not just the physical acts, but the pure, unadulterated freedom of it all. It was intoxicating. And a little terrifying. But mostly intoxicating.

Things Will Never Be the Same with Dad 4: Summer

 

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In the kitchen, Terrance Thomas Copeland, or rather the new Maddie Lynn that Terrance was now, leaned against the counter, posing for the camera.

"So? I look amazing, don't I. I'm sure the girls and guys will.be green with surprise," Terrance announced, striking a pose that accentuated the curve of her hips. Her new body, in her twenties, exuded a suppleness, a strength Terrance hadn't felt in… well, decades.

Sandra, stirring her coffee, laughed softly. "You've always been quite the narcissist, especially about your body. No wonder it still held up so well at your age. Now you've just changed your pov."

Terrance snorted playfully. "Well, I won't deny that my old body is still a pretty good piece of meat, but it's a little too old for me. No offense."  He pointed towards… well, Terrance's old body, which was currently enjoying a relaxing moment in the living room.

Sandra took a sip of her coffee, her eyes twinkling over the rim of the mug. "I'm not kidding, you are decades younger and woman. We tried, and it didn't work out, and Maddie's charm in your body fits perfectly. I have to say, I'm surprised you're so drawn to this chubby body." Her gaze traveled over Terrance's new figure, lingering on his full curves.

Without hesitation, Terrance pressed a hand to her chest as if to emphasize the point. "Chubby, maybe, but it highlights my assets even more." The playful wink was typical of Terrance, the spark of an old, confident man embodied by a chubby, young woman. But the humor quickly faded, replaced by a slight grimace.  "But I admit, it still annoys me that my boyfriend, our former son, still hasn't proposed."

Sandra sighed, a familiar weariness tinging her voice. She'd heard that lament more times than she could count over the past few months. "You have to give him time; this is new to him, after all."

"I've given him months, and he still hasn't said anything. Sometimes I think about taking a few affairs with other boys, though I'm afraid then I won't be your daughter-in-law and we'll see each other less often." Terrance stomped her foot. The thought was clearly a deterrent, because the bond with Sandra, built over decades of marriage and now redefined by this surreal new family dynamic, was something Terrance treasured.

Sandra set down her mug with a clink. Her eyes, suddenly sharp and full of deliberate mischief, met Terrance's.  "Don't worry, there's no chance of that. You know what, he's going on a business trip, so go with Maddie's friends—well, your friends—to Miami and spend a few nights with some other guys. Who knows? Maybe it'll work out for the best; it's worked out for us more than once. I'll cover for you if anything happens."

A smile slowly spread across Terrance's face, banishing his earlier brief anger. The suggestion hung in the air, bold and liberating.

Terrance ran across the kitchen and spontaneously hug Sandra. "And that's why I loved you."

Sandra, her shoulders shaking with quiet laughter, patted Terrance on the back. "Even in a new body, with a new purpose, some things never change."

 As Terrance pulled away, her eyes sparkling, she began humming a cheerful tune, picturing herself on a Miami beach. And he/she really did look amazing, he/she thought, staring at Maddie body reflection in the mirror.

Things Will Never Be the Same with Dad 3: Summer

 

It's sequel to this caption 
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2024/12/christmas-special-things-will-never-be.html?m=0

The old Maddie, now Terrance, looked with interest at her former body, which was being adjusting a bikini, a bikini she would never have worn herself. Terrance had completely changed her wardrobe; she had a complex about her look, and Terrance wasn't ashamed of it and accepted it wholeheartedly. An interesting decision for someone who, even in middle age, was still in shape. Her relationship with Eddie had died very quickly; there was no chance at all. However, she and Sandra had quickly come together right after Terrance's failed attempts, after it he had moved on to his ex-son. She and Sandra felt like an old married couple by now. She had surreptitiously overheard a guy at the pool saying to Terrance in her old body, "You're a sexy babe," to which Terrance replied, "Yeah, I know," and a faint sense of pride washed over her, seeing how her former father-in-law and (hopefully) future daughter-in-law had adapted to her new body.

Role exchanger: CEO swap with daughter: summer time

 Let's just say this is the beginning of the unofficial summer specials.

Its sequel to this caption 
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2024/05/role-exchangerceo-swap-with-daughter.html?m=0

I was just sitting on the beach, sunbathing, and listening to the new One Republic track. Apparently my taste in music also had changed,.or it was or It was because I am in a youthful body and I live a youthful culture now. My boyfriend, Harold, went out to get cocktails. In the meantime, I was observing other beachgoers. Admittedly, some of them were quite eye catching, it making me think that just a few years ago I didn't have time for the beach at all, and it was right behind our villa. Luckily, my brother/ex-daughter had taken up the business in his young body. Sometimes I felt a longing for her, and we felt like Role Exchanger had influenced us by adding our mutual desire, so we tried to focus on other things: she on the corporation, and I on making up for wasted time I did as male and the boys. Currently, I was with Harold Ford. He used to be a female secretary in Japan until RE hit him too. Now he's an office manager. He's also pursuing a some model on the side. I didn't mind it, I considered it a challenge. I was curious which of us would give in first, because he was with me to get a higher position, and to be fait I have no problem with it.  

Oh, he just came back with the cocktails, the sun perfectly highlight his muscles and made me smile with excitement..

Swapped at birth: Corp problems

 "I know it looks the way it does, but that's the law. Swapped by Birth has no influence on my decisions, and know that my business sense is still sharp." Chuck said to the unconvinced board. He sighed in frustration. The thought that he, a man in his 40s with a wife and four children, turned out to be swapped by birth frustrated him. Where was it when he was younger, just like with his oldest daughter Emma, now his son Eric. His wife decided to file for divorce papers on grounds of sexual incompatibility, and she had every right to do so. However, she said she would stay home for the sake of their youngest children, but it was over between them. Although Chuck understood this, it didn't mean he took it well. At work, it was even worse. He felt that being a woman had lowered his status among the employees. And as CEO, he had no intention of allowing that, even if from now on he had to wear a bra to hold everything in place. He still wore his masculine-looking suits (though mainly because he hadn't updated his wardrobe yet), and he wasn't planning on wearing high heels.  Likewise, he has no intention of considering of any affairs.
"So I hope our cooperation will continue to work out," he/she said, and the board, though reluctant, agreed. It was partially helped by listening to his ex-wife's advice, who suggested giving certain "beneficials" to the most reluctant among them; she even showed him/her how to do it.

Swapped at birth: Tina

 Swapped at Birth is an event that occurred due to a malfunction in some machinery long ago. This phenomenon making people that born at the similiar time to swap bodies right after birth. This phenomenon still occurs, so such people are born every year. However, scientists have developed machines that allow the process to be reversed, allowing people to return to their previous bodies; this requires the consent of just only one person.


Tom was one such case. A girl at his school, Emma from rich family, was born on the same day as him, and it turned out they were Swapped at Birth. She seized the opportunity and finally requested a body swap. Tom opposed it, but the law was on her side, and after a short time, they swapped bodies/returned to their original bodies. Emma, now known as Eric, quickly adapted to her new situation and joined the football team, where she quickly became a star, even outshining Tom's previous achievements on the team. She also became popular among girls in high school as the guy who truly understood them.  

Tom, now known as Tina, has taken on a different persona. He still prefers to dress in more masculine clothes and engage in various masculine games with boys. You could say he's become a tomboy(though with a Girly Streak). At the same time, his gender transition affected his relationships with his friends. Besides simple entertainment, they were also friends with the beneficiaries who experimented. Since Tina was the only girl in the group, it's easy to imagine what that experimentation looked like. After a year Tina had already adapted to her new situation and loved spending time with the boys. Even Eric would drop by occasionally, and in a sense, they also became friends. They had to admit that returning to their old bodies was a great decision; for the first time in a long time, they felt fully themselves.

Bodyswap machine Rose Milano 2/2

 

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 Rose Milzano, in the body of her granddaughter Tracy, strolled along the beach to the rhythm of 1960s music on her headphones from times when she was a teenager. Everything had gone well since she switched bodies with her granddaughter. Her granddaughter is currently in a retirement home in Florida, where she's spending an evening at bingo, while Rose is in California, enjoying her second youth with her husband, George, who found himself in the body of her granddaughter's boyfriend. 


She hadn't felt this energetic in a long time, and thanks to the sale of her house and the money from the patents on her son's inventions, she was financially secure for the rest of her life. She was now in an open relationship with George, they have already one full live with closed relationship and also he had already shown her how much he loved her regardless of her body. So, they had slept with other people more than once. At the same time, she quickly adapted to the new technology, though not without problems. She walked with a sexy gait, recalling how she herself was a wealthy teenager in the 1960s, and how she tempted men with her eyes alone. It was nice to revisit that, and although times had changed, other things remained the same, and so she walked, listening Beach Boys songs. 

Bodyswap machine: Rose Milano 1/2

 

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For Rose Milzano ot all began when her son, Mark, found a strange machine in their new home and began experimenting with it. He explained that it appao was used to switch bodies and he explain how it worked. Rose believed him without hesitation, having some memories of it from her youth. During the experiment, a power surge occurred, and the machine switched the bodies of everyone in the house. Rose switched with her granddaughter, Tracy, while Mark switched bodies with Nata Orkawska, the infant Tracy was babysitting today.

Rose, in her new body, quickly decided to seize the opportunity. She managed to convince Tracy that this had to be temporary and that she should return to the nursing home to receive proper care. After a long conversation, Tracy agreed.  She sent her son's body to a psychiatric facility, and gave him, in Nata body, back to her (Nata) parents. She saw in his eyes that there was no hope, finding himself in the body of an infant with an undeveloped brain had (most likely) caused him to forget who he was. 

Next to she planned to sell the house and send her granddaughter, in her body, to a retirement home in Florida where she could spend her final years in peace, but first she had another plan. 

She understood how the machine worked and decided to use it again. Spending a new youth would be boring without her husband, George, so she decided to swap him with her daughter's boyfriend, Tom. Although handsome, he was also completely boring. George was easily convinced, and Tom was stupid enough to fall for the trick, and so George emerged in a young body, while Tom, under the influence of shock, died of a heart attack in his old body. . And so, Tracy, in her grandmother's body, found herself in Florida. Mark was raised as their daughter by the Orkowskis, apparently with no memory of their lives, and Rose and George, in their young bodies, settled in California, after selling house, sadly, apparently machine completly broke after it, so it was leave in basement.

Alt Shift: Pride ex-enemies

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Katie (right) and Dylan (left) were neighbors who hated each other guts since school, always trying to get the other one hell when there was a chance. That all changed during Alt Shift when they swapped bodies with a lesbian couple Rachel (Katie) and Emily (Dylan). As a result, if they didn't want to end up in a facility, they had to pretend to be a couple in love. 

At first, it was quite difficult for them and they were on the verge of sending to facility, but this was prevented by the fact that they had sex, (although out of hatred for each other which increased the desire of their bodies).  The adjustment wasn't easy, while both of them quickly caught on to the new works, it was harder with the new bodies, Dylan who was more sensitive and shy in choosing clothes had to get used to Emily's body who was assertive and dressed in a provocatively sexy way, while Katie who was a tomboy at heart had to get used to Rachel's feminine and delicate style. 
But eventually, the time spent together allowed them to slowly come to terms and clear up misunderstandings from years ago. As a result, they began to fall in love and turn their hatred in bed into amorous lust. Katie discovered Dylan's hidden sensitive side, while Dylan found Katie's quick wit and cheekiness charming. 
As they sat in the pool, watching, in a moment of unexpected intimacy, "Rachel" and "Emily" kissed tenderly, the tension between them was palpable. 

Katie turned to Dylan and smiled.  “Who would have thought that Alt Shift would bring us closer together?”

Dylan smiled back, looking into her eyes. “I guess you could say we got a second chance, in more ways than one.” The sound of waves filled the air as they shared a tender kiss.

Role Exchanger: Change of roles 2: Pride couple

 

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The sunlight of the office coffee shop glinted off Jody’s broad shoulders as she clutched her coffee mug. Across from her, Sam pouted. “Seriously, another sport night?” she/he groaned, batting his/her eyelashes. “Can’t we just stay home and watch the new season of Kardashians?”

Jody, now towering over most of the women, let out a rough chuckle. “Come on, honey. You used to love sports!”

Sam shuddered, remembering his former life, before the Role Exchanger. “That was before I discovered contouring and the drama of reality TV.” He struck a pose, tilting his face toward the light.

Jody sighed, but a smile played on her lips. The body swap with the lesbian couple had been a game changer. Now, a several months later, they were… different. Jody had embraced her newfound height and assertiveness, moving forward in her career.  Sam, on the other hand, had discovered his calling as a social media influencer, and his love of perfectly curated selfies was oddly charming. He still worked with Jodie in the office, but it was being an influencer that made the big money.

Sam and Jody were a religious and deeply conservative middle-aged couple. Until one day they stumbled upon a “Role Exchanger” swapping bodies with a lesbian couple. It was crazy! But RE didn’t just swap bodies; it swapped character traits. Sam, once a sports fanatic, now craved soap operas and spent hours perfecting his poses for Instagram, and their recent photos at the Pride march went viral. Jody, on the other hand, felt taller, more confident, and suddenly fascinated by sports. Their marriage had taken a 180-degree turn. Jody took control, and Sam, surprisingly, didn’t mind. He even liked it, especially since Jody was showing off her new dominant look.  “Honey, you look hot in that suit,” he murmured as he took photos of her that he/she posted online. “Pose, honey!” he shouted, scheduling Jody for another Instagram photo. Jody, ever the patient wife, rolled her eyes but complied. After all, seeing Sam so happy was worth enduring a few ridiculous photo ops. Their life was a chaotic mix of sports games, Instagram filters, and steamy nights out. It wasn’t traditional, but it was theirs. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Genderwave: Secret magic

 

Its my fan continuation put in this caption setting
https://crestftgcaptions.blogspot.com/2022/05/black-magic.html?m=0


This is also requested caption from mageofage

In Aethelburg, the chaos has reigned throughout the kingdom. The Genderwave, as it came to be called, swept across the land like a furious storm, leaving behind a transformation of men and women in opposite sexes. Knights felt themselves wearing flowing dresses, and swords seemed alien in their suddenly delicate hands. Ladies awoke with booming voices and the desire to swing their axes.

Among those swept away by the wave were the Royal Knights. Sir Reginald, brave and bold, was now Lady Regina, his once mighty muscles softened and his armor transformed into gowns. Sir Gareth, known for his stoicism, took on the role of Lady Gwendolyn, his face a mask of bewildered terror as she struggled to tame her new shape.  Sir Tristan, the charming rogue, had become Lady Iseult, and her flirtatious nature had intensified tenfold, much to his own embarrassment.

But there was one person in Aethelburg who seemed unaffected by the Genderwave: Alatar, the town alchemist. Alatar, a loner by nature, claimed to have been deep in his laboratory, brewing a potent elixir, when the wave struck. He had emerged, seemingly unfazed, with tales of how he had narrowly escaped the effects of the Wave thanks to a rare combination of herbs and spells.

Little did the people in kingdom know that Alatar was lying. In truth, he was safely tucked away in a pocket dimension of his own making, a secret he jealously guarded.
 Not knowing this, once King Tarran, now Queen Talia, sent the ladies to fetch Alatar to help their court wizard Merlock develop a cure.

“Alatar, you must help us,” Lady Regina pleaded, Reginald’s commanding tone still evident in her voice.  "You seem to be the only one who knows anything about this... this condition."
Alatar stroked his beard, false concern appearing in his eyes. "This is indeed an extremely strange situation, an ancient magic unheard of. Unfortunately, the cure is even rarer." He began a long, rambling explanation, giving unclear ingredients and complicated procedures, knowing full well that his listeners would not understand a word of it.
The key was to sound competent and seem irreplaceable.

The transformed knights were willing to do anything. Dame Gwendolyn, still struggling with her new form on behalf of the ruler, offered the royal treasury. Dame Iseult, batting her eyelashes seductively, offered... other services. Alatar politely accepted the second offer but also gladly accepted the offer of gold.

And so Alatar began his farce. The Queen Talia sent pairs of new knights and ladies (strength and experience) to senseless chase after the wild goose while Alatar pocketing the gold they brought him. He spent his days concocting colorful liquids, spending time with Lady Iseult (giving her an aphrodisiac while lying that it would curb her lust) and reciting absurd spells, thus providing a wonderful spectacle for his increasingly desperate clients. Especially Queen Talia, because according to the law he cannot rule alone and a mass of suitors are trying to win her hand and the throne. Some even turned to Alaric to help the queen choose, it was an offer he considered, but waited for higher offers.

FOSE: Stay in contol

 Looking at me, it's hard to believe that actually I'm a middle-aged businessman. It's all the result of FOSE, where due to a careless thought, I swapped bodies with my daughter's friend Ellia, neither my daughter (who swapped with her boyfriend) nor her friend held it against me (although Elia was not happy with her new age), my wife however thought it was no accident, as a result we got divorced. She managed to take most of the assets, but I was left with the company, so I quickly got out of the hole, although it was hard to maintain control of the board in my new body.

Running a multi-million dollar company in the body of a 19 year old was, to put it mildly, a challenge. The biggest one wasn't the technology or finances; it was the perception. No one took me seriously. They saw a naive teenager playing dress-up, not an experienced CEO who had run that company for decades.

I quickly realized that I had to play a different game. I couldn't fight my way through meetings or rely on my reputation.  I had to be smart, anticipate their doubts, and defuse them. I learned to use Elia’s appearance to my advantage, feigning naivety while strategically steering the conversation.

The first few months were tough. But I persevered. I spent hours studying market trends, memorizing financial reports, and practicing presentations. I sought the support of trusted colleagues. To my surprise, several were willing to listen, to look beyond the teenage facade and see the business cleverness underneath.

Slowly, I began to regain control. I secured the deal, implemented a new marketing strategy, and silenced the unbelievers. I proved that even in Elia’s body, I was still Richard Harding, CEO, and a force to be reckoned with.

Turned Tables 6/6 finale

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Turned Tables 5/6

 The story is based on the story Turned Tables by Tiny Tim from Tgstorytime
https://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3117&ageconsent=ok&warning=3

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Hi, if you're wondering why I'm dressed like this, it's because we're shooting another porno, this time the plot is set in the 90s, hence why I'm dressed like this. So back to the story.


 As soon as I arrived from session, Natalia put a stripper pole in room to practice my moves. At first I received it with mixed feelings but after first try I understood that it actually helps with the many moves. Next week went by as usual, i.e. sex at night, training with Natalia during the day and a photoshoot with Mr. Fabiola (unfortunately Tom was not there). At the end of the week I got a surprise that I would go to Mr. Bennet villa where I would take part in the production of the film. Thought I did not know then that there would actually be two films. As soon as I arrived at the villa, after my surprise when it turned out that Tom was also there, at the same time I felt a stronger sexual appetite. First day we did not film, but we had a party on the pool, I met a few female friends there (and later we shot more productions, or rather we are still shooting), at the same time during script training with Tom we gave vent to our emotions and went upstairs to have sex, we did it several times, every night, sometimes someone else from the film crew joined us.  I remember that finally started to accept my place in the world (which was strengthen by my dreams about cock from day one) and Mr. Antonio's big house as mine. After filming was over, Mr. Bennet's house changed from a film studio to a party house. My coworkers liked to drink, and when they did, they were a very loud and promiscuous group. Anything goes, it was commonplace, and they always pushed the boundaries. When I was a man, I dreamed of engaging in this level of hanky panky. Thought in those dreams, however, I was a handsome male aggressor, deflowering virgins and impregnating every woman in sight. But all my dreams were turned upside down. Now I was a submissive blonde sex bomb, at the mercy of all these big, strong men. I remember nights with Tom and how we would fall asleep together, I wished then that those nights would last forever, I still do.  I didn't know then that there was another film in the plans called "The Kidnapping of Marlene Smith". When I leave Mr. Bennet villa, Antonio  made a fake kidnapping of me (only for me it really wasn't fake then), I really was afraid for my life, and what's worse, apparently my body is a sexual masochist, because what was done to me during this kidnaping gave me pleasure. I was furious when I found out the truth, but Natalia explained to me that with my current income, in this year I will still pay off the debt, and when my 5-year contract ends, I will be rich. In addition, she convinced me to force Johnny to pay some compensation, which in the end was a modest apartment and a used car. It wasn't much, but it gave me more freedom..

These films were successful, and making another one last year made me win an AVN award.
Okay, I have to go for now, the director is calling me to the set, the next entry will be the last, at least for now.