Random swap

My friend Steve and I downloaded the SwapApp. We couldn’t afford the paid service where you get to pick the person you swap with. We had to trust our luck to randomize feature that was free. 

Steve ended up in the body of a tattooed guy in his 20s. I wasn’t so lucky. I got the body of an Asian chick. I figured I would spend the day at home since I was embarrassed to go out like this. Steve was hanging with me. We got bored and started drinking and one thing led to another. Now I’m wondering what it would take to make the swap permanent. I have some savings. What would you do?
 

Off with Your Panties!

“Okay, dude, let’s get this over with,” said John as he slipped off his panties and sat on Steve’s face. 

Steve was a wizard and whenever he would get drunk he would change his roommate, John, into a girl and make him ride his face. John always sounded angry, but Steve could tell his roomie was getting into it. He noticed that John was usually the first to order a round of shots at the bar. That was the signal to cast his spell. A happy ending for all. 

 

Pledge Week at the Frat

Backstage Pass

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Boobs, Beer and a Budding Romance

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.

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.