Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Boobs, Beer and a Budding Romance

A Perfectly Boring Life, Until It's Gone

"Of course I don't mind if you put your heels on the leather seats. In fact, my taxi is your taxi. I really mean that."

The hot sexy heiress in the back seat looked bored with her life. I figured she didn't really appreciate or deserve it. Though she would soon enough.

She was bitching about me hitting on her as she got out. I just smiled and said, "Have a nice day."

And you know what? She did. Or at least her body did. And daddy is so much happier with an appreciative daughter.

More Than I Wished For

Three simple wishes, what could go wrong? Right.

Wish #1: Youth. Got it.

Wish #2: Wealth. Got it.

Wish #3: Power...

Sure, I didn't say I wanted to be a CEO or the President, but that was the kind of power I had in mind.

But sexual power, well that never even occurred to me, though in retrospect it should have.

I know I should be angry or even humiliated, but instead I just feel bliss. Every time I look in the mirror I smile. I never used to do that! So maybe this isn't so bad afterall.  I bet it is more fine being the wife of a CEO or the President than having the job anyway.

Now, let's go check out that closet. I have a sudden craving for Ferragamo pumps.

What Are Friends For

John and Steve bought the bodysuit together with the understanding that they would alternate who wore it to the clubs each weekend. John was trying to come up with a good excuse to keep the suit for another week when Steve solved the problem for him.

"Dude," said Steve. "I know it's my turn to wear the suit, but I just don't think I can go through with it. I could never work the guys at the club for drinks the way you do, so what would be the point?"

John was smiling on the inside but he played it cool.

"I don't know Steve, we had a deal and I paid my half."

"Fine," said Steve. "I will pay for the suit and you keep it. Okay? Please, buddy?"

"Sure," said John. "What are friends for, right?"

Goodbye Inner Slut, Welcome Outer Slut

Note to self, never accept a little pink pill from Steve at a party. Must have blacked out after that. All I can
remember is a crazy-ass dream about turning into a chick and sucking and fucking my way through the frat house.

Weird thing is I was totally into it. Oh well, I won't be trying any more pink pills from now on. Goodbye inner-slut, I won't be seeing you again.

Never Trust a Genie!

Genie! I asked for youth, wealth and fame, but this is most definitely NOT what I had in mind! I can't be a girl. I don't like to sleep with guys. Er, well, I don't think I like to sleep with guys. OMG! That genie changed mind too! Hey, why are you taking off your pants? Oh my! Come here, tiger!

Dude! You Totally Owe Me

Dude! I thought your ex GF's head was gonna explode when I started grinding on you at the club. You, like, totally owe me for rocking this body-suit tonight.

Dude, why are you staring at my tits? Dude, why am I staring at your bulging cock!?

What the fuck did you put in this drink!?

Like, whatever... I'm so fucking horny!

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Making an Impression on the Runway

The Magic Taxi would allow me to take over the life of anybody I wanted. There was no way I could resist the rich, glamorous, party-filled life of a high fashion model. I knew it the moment she stepped into my cab. What I didn't really think about was the fact that I had never worn heels in my life. And I might never wear them again!

Guys Who Wish They Were Girls

Great Legs Courtesy of the Great Shift

Some people loved the Great Shift and some people hated it. Going from a 50 year old man to a rich college girl might have been hard for some, but for me it was a dream come true. Now, if I only had a bigger closet...

Sometimes Picky Pays Off

It seemed like I was stuck in the Magic Taxi forever, but that's what happens when you're super picky. I had almost given up hope with this chick got in the back seat. I didn't even pull away before I said "Have a nice day." Boy is she pissed there in the driver's seat.