World Cup Football: be careful what you wish

 

John was a casual association football fan; it was a relatively niche sport in the United States. He was thrilled that this year's World Cup would be held in America. When he saw a shooting star, he made a wish, hoping that the soccer team he was rooting for would win. He hoped that a association football victory would popularize the sport in his country. He didn't realize that his wish had been answered, but it wouldn't come true as he had hoped.

CEO son and secretary swapped bodies by a witch

 Part 1
Jeffrey Atribus Vinson had just admired Alia, his son Den Vinson's beautiful wife and personal secretary. After they spent almost a month in Barbados and returned, he couldn't wait to spend some time together. So, as soon as he had the chance, he sent his son on an "urgent" business trip to Mumbai. Anything to be with Alia, he had to admit, she had changed. She used to be much more rigid, had poor relationships with other employees, and was a mixed bag as a secretary. But she also dressed sexy and was willing to have sex with him. She also became his son's girlfriend. And perhaps the contact with his promiscuous son must have affected them both.  His son suddenly gained business acumen, though he was still promiscuous and became a bit more rigid in his relationships. Alia became a good secretary whom the other employees adored. Besides, while she had previously dressed sexy and was quite good at giving blowjobs, it wasn't until a few years ago, when she dyed her hair blonde, that she truly became sexy, changed her wardrobe to a more provocative one, and became much more sexually adept. So much so that when her and his son announced their wedding, he initially opposed it, officially because of the age difference (Alia was a few years older than Den), which his wife called absurd, but the real reason was that he didn't want his mistress to leave (boring sex with his wife was more out of obligation). However, she persuaded him, saying that nothing would change between them even after the wedding, and ultimately, she proved right. So he blessed their union.

He was approaching her and gently nudged her behind.

"Oh, sir, would you like some coffee with cream?"  Alia said, sticking her breasts out slightly. Jeffrey said, "I'd love to, in my office in a few minutes." "Of course, sir." Jeffrey smiled to himself, wondering what other unnecessary business trips he can make to let his son out of the house to be alone with his son wife. 

Poor Jeffrey had no idea where the sudden change in Den and Ali's behavior a few years ago had come from.

Part 2

A few years earlier.
Den and Alia had a rather special boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Den was the heir to the company, and Alia was a secretary in his father's office. They also knew they were having affairs on the side, he with half the office and on business trips, and she with his father behind his mother's back and other top bosses. They got along well. She was clever, ambitious, and beautiful, while he was a hedonist, a sex fiend, charismatic and handsome. Both were also cruel to beggars, which backfired when they insulted the witch, who, in anger, swapped their bodies. Initially, they were terrified of finding themselves in the bodies of the opposite sex and in their new roles. Initially, they behaved rather unnaturally, which aroused suspicions, including the fact that "Den" suddenly stopped hitting on office girls and the fact that "Alia" refused sex with the bosses.  Ultimately, they knew they couldn't hide it that way, so Den suggested to Alia that they needed to better embody their roles. 
"After all, I am what I always was, meaning sex with pomp. Look, you've reached the pinnacle of your ambition because you're now the heir to the company. However, we have to maintain our disguises. This means I'll have to have sex with my father and the bosses, while you'll have to do it with the secretaries, and every time you go to a party, buisness trip etc. But you can, so we can get used to who we are. We should first check with each other what it's like on the other side," Den said it, and Alia agreed with him, and they began the procedure. 

A few weeks later, everything seemed to be back to normal, and even better. Alia used her business knowledge and ambition to show "his" father that his sin was much better than he thought. This made him trust him enough to send "his son" to Tokyo on a major deal, accompanied by beautiful Japanese secretaries, of course, and from what Den knew, she was having a blast.  Den, on the other hand, used his analytical knowledge and interpersonal skills to gain recognition in the eyes of the other employees. Previously, they had considered Alia an ambitious, unscrupulous bitch. Furthermore, his sexual training with Alia had made him, a experienced in simply providing pleasure that Alia hadn't been able to experience before, which made him favorite in office. Den was just leaving for work when he received a call from the head of the electronics department.
"Alia, I'm expecting you for a private conversation in my office to prepare the financial tables for next year." "Of course, sir, I'm on my way," said Den excited because he hadn't had this head of department yet.

Part3

A year later, Alia couldn't believe how well everything was going. Her actions as the CEO's son had increased the company's profits, aided by her business acumen. Furthermore, rumors began to circulate that "his" father was planning to resign and hand over full control of the company to her. She wouldn't be surprised if his mistress, and also her girlfriend, who was formerly the CEO's son, had a hand in this. She have a feeling he'd be much better at manipulating his father's pressure points than she was. She couldn't get over how well Dal embraced her body. He not only use her old sexy clothes, meanwhile he also bought new ones, more sexier, dyed her hair to blonde, which she had to admit looked much better, then her previous darker ones. He also had the appearance of an office slut who owns the place even though she's only a secretary. 

Of course, they were in a relationship, and they still had sex with each other and with other people. It was something they agreed on before the swap and saw no reason to change.  Actually, it could have been even better because she'd been thinking about marriage declaration for a while, actually, even before meeting the witch who swapped their bodies. The stupid witch bitch didn't know she'd done them a huge favor. And although the body swap had postponed it while they had to deal with their new affairs, she never forgot about it—they wanted to get married, while still being in an open relationship, of course, because there was no point in wasting their lives just having sex with one person. The problem was that she'd been a woman before, so it had stopped her from proposing, and Den didn't seem to think about it. However, now she was the man in the relationship, so the decision to propose was hers.  She knew that other men, or women in general, would rather do this kind of crap in some restaurant, but she preferred to be practical, so she approached Den while he was working on the printer, sexy in a beautiful outfit, pulled out a ring and said, "Den, or rather Alia, would you do me the honor of being my wife? Of course, we will still have an open relationship." To her surprise, Den wasn't surprised at all, he just smiled and kissed her deeply, saying, "It took you a while, I thought you would do it six months ago. I even wanted to, but I know it's not appropriate for a woman. And the answer is yes, I would love to."


Part 4


"Alia" was preparing with her bridesmaids, Tilly and Morgan, for a wedding dress rehearsal. They were Ali's friends from high school, and also his lovers when he was still Den. He had actually had sex with Tilly the same day they met. He had, of course, told Ali about it; they had no secrets about it. Besides, she, in her new body as Den, had also had sex, although while the old Den preferred Morgan, the new Den preferred Tilly. As for his position at the company, it was decided that there would be no major changes. He would still be a secretary, but "her" title would be "personal secretary to the vice president," i.e., his future husband, which would suit for them. Although Alia has excellent business acumen, she is mediocre when it comes to interacting with employees (other employees complain that Den has become more brusque, though he is also skilled in bed), so He will be her "mouth of Sauron."  His ex-mother (soon to be mother-in-law) was thrilled with the news of the wedding, but his ex-father (soon to be father-in-law) initially opposed the wedding, not out of concern for his son, but because it would end romance with Alia. "She" reassured him that nothing would change, and aside from business trips with "her" husband, "She" would continue to maintain they relationship as before (what? Did you think that when I swapped bodies, I would end it? No way. Especially since he's now my de facto boss, not my father), which was enough for him to give them his blessing. (Okay, enough of that, time to go on a wedding trial).

Part 5

Den and Alia were on their honeymoon in Barbados. The wedding and reception went smoothly, as did their wedding night. The next day, they headed to the Caribbean for a few weeks of togetherness. They went to the beach, sunbathed, swam in the sea, visited historical sites, and spent passionate nights in their hotel room. Sometimes, as they strolled around the country, they'd catch a glimpse of locals and other tourists by the beach. Ultimately, it all ended up being more than just a few glances by the beginning of their second week of vacation.  

So "Den" decided to confess to his wife, who was just returning, in an amazing pink top with a bare midriff and a pink skirt, "Wow, I usually try to dress sexy in my old body, but Den beats me hands down," Alia thought, then she came to her senses and said, 
"Honey, I have to tell you something. I know we promised each other we wouldn't do this on our honeymoon, but I couldn't. I had sex with a local woman, and in my defense, she was very beautiful, stunning with big boobs." Den looked serious for a moment, then started laughing and said, "Oh dear husband, you think I didn't do it though I had less luck with the locals and instead went to some frat boy on vacation."
Alia felt relieved and said, "Maybe as an apology we should go upstairs and check on our bed again?" "I was waiting for this," Den said, and together they went to the hotel room.  So you could say the witch's curse worked, because in a way they became much nicer to people in their new bodies than they were before, but not the way witch thought.

Thanksgiving from Witch: A Family’s new roles (request)

 

"Once everything's set up, bring me the international sales documents." The blonde woman said.
"Yes, boss," the petite assistant said.
"Ugh," the older blonde woman sighed loudly and took care of the rest of the paperwork.
Not so long ago, I was actually this body son, Brendon Perry. However, after an incident on Thanksgiving Day, during an argument with parents about why my sister and I weren't planning on getting into any relationships, while our parents were already in a relationship in our age, things changed. A witch came to our house with some cookies and wanted to come in, but we were so busy with us that we wouldn't let her in, so she ended up putting a curse on us. We quickly realized something was wrong when my hair started growing blonde and my sister and I started aging, while my mother and father began to age regressing. And so I became my mother, Anita, and my sister, Chloe, became our father, Dale.  Having no other choice, we had to take on our parents' roles and their work. In the latter case, it turned out we were quite happy. My mother was a secretary for decades and never got promoted, while I focused entirely on her work. I significantly improved her image, and she got promotion after promotion, or rather, I got. My sister is currently a construction manager, while our father was mostly a ordinary construction worker. As for our relationship, we didn't have any sexual contact at all. First, it was disgusting, even though we were in our parents' bodies, mentally we were still siblings. Second, we were never interested in sex at all, and since college was pretty much out of the question, we decided to focus on what we had. Let our parents, or rather our "children," ruin their own lives. It's their business; I don't have time to deal with this family nonsense. Things have been pretty quiet around here since our parents moved to the next town and settled in a trailer park because we didn't allow them to indulge in their excesses.


Part2 
"Ever since that damn witch showed up on Thanksgiving Day, everything in our house has changed," I said to myself, inhaling the weed. My dear daughter body wasn't my used to it at first, which surprised me because I thought that all young people could smoke joints now, but I managed to adapt by then.
As a result of that curse, my marriage fell apart. Sure, my ex-wife and I were still mentally married. But physically, we were siblings, so that didn't get in the way. So we generally agreed that we'd focus on our own lives instead.  After we move out from our housw, She found a job in construction and is also hitting on the city's hotties. For now, though, luckilly she take precautions, unless something slips off. No bastards. Oh, and I forgot to add that in our new bodies, we're heterosexual. Now I prefer boys, and my ex-wife prefers girls.  Of course, we both put our kids' college education on hold; we didn't see the point before, and now we completely don't understand what going on there, so we focused on what's truly valuable. Of course, Chloe and Brendon weren't happy with our decision, but that's none of their business. Especially since my wife, my brother moved out from home town and moved to the small town next. Thought we could only afford a trailer in a trailer park, but still, we have our own space. It's tight, and our rooms are only divided by a rag, but it's our own. I found work at a local restaurant and earn enough not only to cover my own needs but also to buy weed, which I haven't smoked in decades. I also have time to find new boyfriends. Married to a wife who's admittedly sexy and amazing, but still, we haven't plan to get married for so many year but s since our first child was born, we must it, that how times were back there. It was so quick  that I haven't had the opportunity to have other flowers since then, although now I'm more of a flower, and the ones I'm looking for are stingers. I stopped counting a long time ago on how many boyfriends I have, since this witch change. And anyway, it doesn't matter.  I just finished work and I'm waiting Michael Well, and while waiting for him I'm smoking some weed and waiting calmly. Maybe our children/ parents decided to waste their youth on some necessary education, but we certainly won't do that.

Turned Tables 9 valentines special

 It was the middle of Valentine's Day (well actually it was already evening), my first Valentine's Day in this body, and I was just waiting for Tom to show up. Antonio was busy and had gone to Europe with some French girl. Not that I was jealous or anything, I have to admit she had a nice ass and I'd love to fuck her myself someday. He gave me the few days off to do something, and part of my free time happened to be on Valentine's Day, where Tom and I decided to go out for a romantic dinner and also something else. Unfortunately, Tom was apparently late. I wonder if he was trying to use a tactic the guys and I used in college, where we'd purposely show up late on dates to make the women worry. I admit I'm starting to understand them a bit now. But on the other hand, if Tom doesn't show up, it's his loss. He's not the only fish in the sea—he's the most attractive and skill one, obviously, but not the only one. If anything, I'll call one of my co-stars who's available and spend the evening with them for sex. But luckily for him, Tom showed up right after the thought occurred to me and surprised me by bringing a truly beautiful bouquet. As a man, I generally hated flowers and considered them unnecessary, but as a woman, I have to appreciate their beauty and artistry. He even pulled them out in the middle of winter, which speaks for itself. He took look at my red, in my opinion also modest, dress and he was speechless. We went to dinner together, where we discussed movies, like science fiction ones (I admit I've always been a bit of a fan), and what we'd been doing recently, and how things were going. After dinner, we went to a rented hotel room where we spent the night together by candlelight. I admit, I felt a bit bad about ruining the dress after we ripped it, but at the same time, the night itself was so enjoyable, I could easily rip a thousand dresses like it.

Turned Tables 8: Let it snow

 

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 Some time had passed since I last saw a body thief. By the holidays I already received numerous awards for the numerous porn films I'd shot. Now was a special time, my first Christmas in my new body. I thought that after my summer vacation, Mr. Johnny Antonio would surprise me no more. But he did. He rented (or perhaps owned) a house in the Austrian Alps. We spent the holidays together there (plus the servants), whether in bed, where we made love in a tangle of furs and sweat, or on skiing. Johnny arranged for a private ski guide, a young woman named Liesel, who seemed to glide down the slopes with the effortless grace of a dancer.

I felt my new body react – muscles tensing, balance perfecting – something I'd never experienced before in a male body.

 During a short break on a flat stretch of road, we exchanged a furtive kiss, and the cold air turned our breath into a fleeting sculpture. The past – my former career – seemed like a distant echo, a history belonging to someone else.

Then the three of us went to a private sauna and soaked up the atmosphere so much that the sauna itself wasn't necessary.

None of my previous holidays could compare; we usually spent them at home or with our closest, boring (in retrospect) family. I hope that next time I'll have enough money to spend Christmas somewhere with Tom.

Wonder on 24 december

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There was December 23rd, 18-year-old Leo hated Christmas: "I wish this holiday would just disappear" For Leo, Christmas was a celebration of forced joy, or constant dissatisfaction within the family, especially since his sister had died that day. He fell asleep furious.

He woke up to cramps. And then he felt a weight in his lower abdomen, a woman's legs peeking out from under a soft flannel nightgown, and a woman's breasts. Leo gasped and look down- only to see that he had become a woman, and that he was pregnant, too.

He glanced around the room. Hanging on the door were stockings—each with a name on it. His name was replaced by Lena. He would also see a large mirror in which he could examine his new figure.

Suddenly, his mother burst in with hot cocoa.  "Good, you're up! The doctor ordered bed rest, but I know you. You can't sit still when your little one is kicking up a storm."

"Little one?" Leo rasped.

Everything was different. The house smelled of cinnamon and mistletoe. Pictures hung on the walls: not of him, or rather, of him, but as a woman. Then his sister—to his surprise—brought in a plate of peppermint cookies. "Sister, the baby will be born prematurely if you stress out like that," she joked.

Leo felt panic rising, and tears welled up at the sight of his sister alive.

And yet the love there was undeniable. Every gesture, every carol sung out of tune at dinner, every hand resting on her belly—they were imbued with a tenderness Leo had never known.

The next years, as snow blanketed the world outside, Leo sat by the fire, the baby stirring within him like a silent secret.  His/her hand instinctively moved to calm him. A wave of sudden, sudden protection washed over him.

Tears welled in his eyes. For years, he had armored himself against Christmas, against family, against weakness, because all of it reminded him of loss. Now it was different . Christmas didn't demand joy from him—it simply was…

On December 24th, as midnight approached, Lena closed her eyes and rested her hand on his son, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

Gabriel’s Christmas Miracle A Gender-Bending Holiday (requested)

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Gabriel sat bored on Christmas Eve, another boring, lonely evening at the insurance office. But well, someone had to be on duty, and it always fell to him. After all, he had no family to spend the holidays with, and at middle age and not being particularly attractive, it was doubtful he ever would. Plus, with his low salary, any extra income was welcome. Out of boredom, he scrolled through TikTok, seeing attractive models who were enough to make them shake their asses and couldn't complain about a lack of company. "Oh, I wish I had that kind of life," he said, looking at the Christmas tree at work, then lost consciousness.

He woke up on something quite soft,  much softer than the chair at work, also he felt as if something was pressing against his chest,  to squinting from the glowing lights on the Christmas tree. Suddenly, the situation came to a head, and he stood up immediately, staring at his reflection, a woman's reflection, and then fainted from the shock.  
He was awakened by his new body's boyfriend, Frank. When he recovered, he began to press him for information, careful not to reveal himself. It turned out her name was Beatriz and that she was an influencer. One who made a fortune. At the same time, he learned that she had to get ready for a meeting with friends. Surprised by this revelation, he/she simply nodded and decided to change into some well-fitting clothes. It was an interesting feeling because, on the one hand, the clothes and new shoes (in this case, platform high heels shoes) she was wearing were uncomfortable and difficult to move in. On the other hand, he felt like this body loved wearing them. When he/she went to meet friends he didn't know, he was a little apprehensive, but as soon as they started talking, she quickly picked up on all the topics they discussed and easily found his way into the world of women's conversation.  After returning home to the boys, dhe prepared Christmas Eve dinner, and they watched a chick flick Christmas movie together. Although he/she wasn't a fan of this kind of films before, she quickly got into the story. After watching the movie, she and her boyfriend went upstairs to celebrate Christmas together. The next day, he or rather she finally had her life happinnes in Christmas.

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.

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.

Turned Tables 7: Summer Special

 

Previous part 
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2025/03/turned-tables-66-finale.html?m=0

This also last part of my 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.

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.

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

Previous part
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2025/03/turned-tables-4.html?m=0


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.

Turned Tables 4/6

 

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

Previous part
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2025/03/turned-tables-3.html?m=0


If you are wondering why today I am dressed like I am sneaking around, it is because I am going to meet my lover Tom. If you are curious how we met, I will explain. Let rehearsals where we left off in our story:

I was still practicing with Natalia, I heard some whispered mentions of a photo shoot but I did not think what kind of photo shoot it would be. And it turned out that Mr. Fabiola creates photos  that help promote erotic dancers, apparently Mr. Antonio was an influential person in this market. When I went to my first photo session I was surprised, I thought it would be a regular session and not a porn shoot. However, to my next surprise my body and partialy also my mind, really started to care about these photos. I became quite good at it. On the first day of these photos, however also surprise appeared in the form of Tom, he delighted me with his beautiful muscular figure and big penis and also with his charm and personality.  He was also quite brave, right after the photoshoot ended, when I was in the dressing room he came to me and asked for blowjob, for which I gladly agreed. Of course I didn't tell John about this adventure, he doesn't have to know so much, it's enough that I'll have it on the side, It's not that Mr. John Antonio is ugly or anything, quite the opposite, but dear Tom has that strange fire.

And speaking of which, Tom sent me a message where we are to meet. Excuse me, there are important things, more important and there is Tom.

Turned Tables 3/6

 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

Previous part
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2025/03/turned-tables-2.html?m=0


I was just getting ready for another dance performance listening to Ariana's song, it's hard for me to believe that not so long ago I even don't know who she was, but training sessions with Natalia made me manage to pick up a bit of modern culture, so let's get back to the story:

Dancing with Natalia was demanding, she practically had to teach me how to even walk sexy, something I didn't know at all, not to mention dancing. Although I hated it at first, I quickly started to catch on. And Natalia surprised me with my progress. In the meantime, we also went to the mall where I was bought new sexy clothes. Then I also slowly started to feel the influence of the female body on me, when the magazines about women cosmo or weight, which I wasn't interested in at all before, suddenly started working so much that I was mentally writing down advice from them. Sex with Mr. Antonio was done regularly and sometimes even Natalia joined in.  During one evening he took me to a special dinner with Mr. Fabiola and Mr. Bennet and few other people, during dinner I felt like a mere decoration that you could just look at but completely ignore what it think. I didn't like it then but today I think it's part of my charm, I didn't know then who Mr. Fabiola and Bennet was and what this acquaintance would lead to. When we returned from this meeting, after a hearty dinner that Natalia had prepared we watched a chick fkick, to my surprise the film interested me a lot, whereas before as a man I wouldn't have been interested in history at all, however I didn't manage to watch it to the end (not to worry, I looked at it later), because Johnny kept courting me and we ended that night with wild sex.
 
And now if you excuse me but I have to get back to my performance, I will present the next part of the story next time.

Turned Tables 2/6

 

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

Previous part
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2025/03/turned-tables-1.html?m=0


Ah Vegas, this reminds me of something. A certain debtor, although I didn't come here for gambling. But back to my story:

During the ride in the limousine, for some reason unknown to me at the time, I started to feel attracted to Antonio, I tried to fight it, although my body told me otherwise. When we arrived at his residence, I was shocked, it was huge, the hallway itself was bigger than my old apartment. Without waiting for anything, he just took me to the bedroom where we had sex together and I was surprised by the pleasure it was with. The next morning, when Johnny was still sleeping, I tried to get into my old life, but the thief already to change the password and the residence was surrounded by security guards, so I went back and took a shower.  Then Johnny came and asked me for a blowjob. To my surprise, I did it willingly and it gave me pleasure, I didn't know then that Natalia, the previous star of the Tom Kay club, was watching us. It turned out that Johny call for her to train me. It turned out to be quite difficult because I had no talent for dancing at all, so we had to start from scratch.  

Oh look I have to leave you again and get ready to dance in one of the clubs. Antonio lent me to the clubs here to take part in some kind of promotion of my new adult movie which is set in Las Vegas. Until next time.

Turned Tables 1/6

 

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


Hi, looking at me it's hard to believe that I used to be a respected middle-aged lawyer named .... Now I'm a young and successful adult film and strip club star Marlene. To many it may seem like a downfall, but quite the opposite, although it took me a while to realize it. So let me start from the beginning:

 I was in the middle of a divorce from my wife, to relieve myself I went to a strip club with a colleague from work, one of the dancers intrigued me and we went to a room, there during intercourse there was a body swap. I was shocked, the body thief said he/she/it was with some medieval person or something. Anyway, in it new body: Marlene Smith (granddaughter of his previous body) it got into gambling debts and now It must work in a strip club to not pay them off or rather I have to pay them off.  After that she/It/he left leaving me in shock, I tried to run after her but I wasn't used to the new body and clothes, as a result I tripped and basically fell into Johnny Antonio hands who was chief of stripclub(he didn't know anything about the change and thought I was Marlene) who outlined my situation to me, or rather the situation of Marlene, a 20 something year old blonde haired woman. I was forced to sign a contract that made me de facto a slave of Johnny Antonio for the next few years until I paid off all "my" debts. It was a shock for me. After that I was taken to his residence where...
 
Oh, excuse the suddenness, I have to go to a meeting. Then I'll tell you the next part.

Halloween Special-Human, Witch and Dark Elf p1-3

 

This takes place in the same universe as this caption
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2024/05/haloween-special-fool-voveth-witch-and.html?m=0

Link to original pictures
https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/6308497?q=wizard
https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8311944?q=witch+
https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/6405085?q=takebouzu

P1
On Halloween night, Louis, dressed as a young wizard, noticed a girl in her witch costume. He tried to pick her up when suddenly the girl started chanting something in panic he tried to grab her. After a flash of light, he woke up in another world, as a woman. However, the spell had one flaw, it divided Louis into two separate bodies that ended up in his body. However, Louis himself did not know about it. The first was the body of the court witch Fawn Brack, the second was the body of the Dark Elf Warlord Malice Odose Shaeldoc.

What the witch on Earth did not know was that the Dark Elf Warlord and witch also decided to recreate this ritual, being curious why so many witches from the human castles used it. As a result, both Malice and Fawn ended up in Louis' body, while Louis was split into two entities, each in a different body. The weak Fawn had no chance against Malice's dominant personality and was quickly absorbed by Malice, who received her memories and some personality traits.
 -Is everything okay Fawn? Are you feeling okay? Now you are free and safe in this world. - Said the Witch.

-Everything is in perfect order - The new Louis answered.
Malice learned the basics about this world from Fawn's memories, people don't believe in magic and witches hide. She looked at her hands seeing that they glowed with magic "perfect, soon this whole world will be under my control, even if they don't know about it" smiled devilishly appear Malice Odose Shaeldoc or rather Louis Swann face.

P2

Louis awoke in another world after a flash of light, as a female witch. He quickly learned that in this world, witches are kept on a short leash, a spell is cast on the day of their birth that makes them listen to their superiors. That is why many transfer their minds to his former body world. He found himself in the body of Fawn Brack, an alchemist of Prince Artus and ruler of the border duchy of Creystal. Luckily for him (her), the prince was not interested in her physically, he remains faithful to his wife, he care only about her mind, luckilly the fate of other court witches did not await her, and she had heard bad things, like about what Prince Gerbertus and his wife were doing with their court witch. Instead, she was to prepare and create elixirs for Artus and his army, but despite this Fawn was still a slave with limited space.  Luckily, she has Fawn's knowledge that allows her to create elixirs and cast simple spells, but she doesn't know how to create new ones, which often brings her troubles that end with punishment, and although the prince is not interested in her, his servants and knights have no such qualms, and Fawn is afraid to tell anyone about it. She is currently preparing healing elixirs for her Master after another unsuccessful attack on the Dark Forest, where the warlord Malice Odose Shaeldoc resides with her army.


P3

Louis awoke in another world after a flash of light, as a Dark Elf witch. He quickly learned from some of this body's memories that in this world, witches are kept on a short leash, a spell is cast on the day of their birth that makes them listen to their superiors. That is why many transfer their minds to his former body. However, this restriction does not apply to Dark Elves who still follow the path of power and pleasure created by the witch queen Belladonna before her fall. From the notes of Malice Odose Shaeldoc, in whose body he found himself, he learned that she was curious about this ritual and decided to perform it despite the risk that it was a one-way route. It turned out that he found himself in the body of Malice Odose Shaeldoc, a warlord from the Dark Forest who is waging a guerrilla war with her army against the Voweth Empire, or more precisely against Artus, the prince of one of the border provinces called Creystal.  And in his free time he creates new spells and... sleeps with his army, at first Louis was reluctant to do so but Malice's body was so horny that he quickly changed and did not regret it, among the dark elves the standard is polyamory where sleeping with anyone is normal, according to the teachings of Belladonna. In addition Malice was a powerful witch and had a lot of books with great knowledge, Louis quickly get used to this by using his knowledge from video games from his world and even make some upgrades. Drunk with his new power he had greater ambitions than to fight a lowly prince of the Empire at the edge of civilization. In a short time she began to show the prince that she was now the one dealing the cards. One day this whole world will be at the mercy of its queen, Malice Odose Shaeldoc.