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Fountain of Youth

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They had been waiting for hours at the entrance of the temple. It was the whole crew assembled by millionaire Joseph Van Naesen for an expedition to the fabled Fountain of Youth. Archaeologist Paul Castle was namely the head of the mission, but he too had to stay put outside of the temple. So did Van Naesen's wife, the much younger and suppler Dina Von Naesen. Castle suspected that Van Naesen's obsession for the Fountain of Youth had much to do with her. The man was approaching seventy and having a wife in her late twenties must have made the man feeble with his own mortality.  Whatever the motivation, Castle's info and Van Naesen's money proved a successful enterprise. They did find and incredible temple deep in the Amazon, close to the border between Peru and Brazil. Castle wasn't still sure it was the Fountain of Youth, being a cautious scientist and all, but Van Naesen felt differently. He forbade everyone else to enter before him. He wanted to be the first - an...

The B*tch of Wall Street

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Gary ran to the closest bookshop, not caring about being scantly dressed. He needed to be sure that he wasn't getting any dumber. He picked a non-fiction book about economics that he read in college. He started reading it, despite the distraction that his red-painted nails were and despite the feeling of his big, silicone-enhanced tits against his sweater.  His reading ability seemed normal, until he started the second paragraph. Words seemed more difficult and longer and Gary had to read a sentence two times before understanding it. By the third paragraph, most words seemed too difficult for Gary.  "Inflation...internal rates...recuse...These are, like, though words!" he mumbled, in terror at his newfound stupidity.  Gary used to be a clever man, among the most requested financial analyst on Wall Street. His reports and suggestions were always spot on and he was always in demand for his out-of-the-box ideas. One day, his cockiness made him proposing a very risky investme...

Sociology Class

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Tom run to the pier and looked at the Medallion sinking deep down in the water of the ocean. "Noooo! Why would you do that?!" he screamed angry at Melissa, his 'sister'. "Because you're a much better sister than Tanya ever was!" she replied.  Tom just stared at her speechless. He was lured into swap bodies with Tanya in order to write a better college paper about social and racial diversity for their sociology class. He went from pasty white guy to buxom black woman. However, shortly after the swap Tanya disappeared and she didn't even submitted the essay. Tom duly finished his still hoping for her return. By chance, he managed to get his hands back on the Medallion during a beach trip. He planned to swap back once at home, when Tanya's 16 years old sister Melissa threw it away. "I know you're Tom, but I don't care. My sister was always mean to me and she was such a slut! Look at what you're wearing as a swimsuit! She jus...

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Scouting the house

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Florence was in the middle of her by-now usual tour of her former house when she got caught. Just outside the bedroom window, Florence's old body was staring at her, wearing only a matching pair of white panties and top and holding a coffee mug.  "What in the actual fuck are you doing here?" the blonde woman asked.  "I-I'm j-just..." Florence tried to come up with a good answer, but couldn't. "You're just trespassing, that's what you're doing Wayne " the woman replied, emphatizing Florence current male name.  Florence regained some courage and managed to reply: "That's not true! This is my house! I'm Flo! You're Wayne, the 18 years old kid from the down the road!" The old Wayne just smirked: "No, that's who I was . Now I'm Mrs Florence McKenzie, married woman and you're the neighbor kid who I can sue for harassment and stalking. Or do you think I don't notice you lurking around the house al...

Wrong Time, Wrong Place

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Jamie looked at his reflection in the mirror, after he undressed and remained only in high heels inside the restroom. He had tossed his dress on the floor as his skin started to feel itchy and warm, glad that he was at a fancy, high-end restaurant with clean restrooms. He leaned down on the wide sink area, trying to remain balanced as he felt his insides turning and moving. "Fuuck...Not nowww!" he moaned.  He felt that his voice broke midway, like those of a teenage boy. If he could not stop his transformation, his voice would complete the journey of boyhood to manhood. As would the rest of his body. His breath heaved and Jamie could feel his breast jiggling at every breath.  "I've b-been a f-fuckinnng...*PANT* w-woman for s-six months and...Ooooh...shit that was painful...and now is the time the c-curse decide to...AAAAHHH...reverse?!?" Jamie said between waves of nausea and pain.  Deep inside of him, Jamie felt his womb getting filled up, ready to morph and pu...

Gun Moll

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  "Yo! Come here!" Leroy calls to me. I turn around and see him, seated on the patio, completely naked and with a powerful erection. He points at his dick with his hand and grins. We both know what he wants. I sigh internally, trying to maintain my coolness. I just want to arrest this asshole and get over with this assignment. I didn't like being Leroy's gun moll from the beginning and moreover I don't like being a woman. I'm a man, dammit it! Since I've been assigned to the Swap Cover Division, my job has taken me into very strange places. This time, my assignment has been to find enough evidence to arrest the high-rising Leroy Lee, who self appoint himself the new drug king of Miami. In order to do so, I was swapped with Leroy's girl, Priscilla. She is a tough one. In addition to be Leroy's girl, she is also one of his bodyguards and apparently she has her own connections with the mob. That also explained her tattooed body. Howev...