Bikini Beach Accident


“Hay Jason, this is really cool. They must have had some kind of leakage from Bikini Beach. I heard that last time guys were stuck as chicks for weeks while they tried to counter the spell. Of course, I know you have your wedding date all set next month, but hay maybe Darla won’t mind doing it with a chick on her honeymoon.

Or maybe the witches can change her into a Guy while you’re stuck this way. You can both see how the other half lives for that first couple of months. You may even decide you like it. I heard a couple of guys they couldn't change back last time are supposed to have come out publicly and said they’re happy the change was permanent. Of course, the witches may have just spelled them to think that way.

But hay, we won’t know for sure until we call it in and get checked out. Go grab the phone, and find out how bad the outage was. Maybe they’ll get to us tonight.”

Potion Reaction


Some people just have bad reactions to potions. Tom had been looking forward to using the Transformation potion to go out as Vicki, the cute girl who worked in his office. He had the hair and nail clippings needed to make the potion give him her shape. He’d done everything right according to the directions. When he quaffed it, he knew there would be some discomfort as his body shrank down and morphed to look like Vicki, but he wasn't prepared for this.

He wasn't shrinking, he was growing and expanding. His arms became smooth, and his hair lengthened, and breast grew on his chest, but he was shooting up in height. At ten feet, she had to duck her head and bend over. At twenty feet, she had to bend her knees to not bump the ceiling. Finally, she stopped growing, and her new clothes formed around her.

Oh she looked like Vicki alright; a 20’ foot Amazon Vicki. She couldn't go out like this, hell she couldn't fit through the office doors. Her only hope was to hide out and wait eight hours for the potion to wear off. Of course, with a reaction like this, who’s to say how long the effects might last. Tom might be stuck as a giant girl for weeks.

Daves New Look



“OK Harry, what did you do to Dave this time?”

“Well, you know how he likes to use his sister’s bath oil, and take a bubble bath instead of a shower.”

“Yah, so?”

“Well, he’s taking a bath now, and I put some fast acting feminizing agent I got at ‘Spells R Us’ in the bath oil. He should be sprouting breast and loosing the old Johnson right about now. So in a couple of minutes, we burst in and take pictures.”

“Harry, you really are a bastard you know that.”

“Oh yes, I know, but I do have fun.”

Covering All Your Bases



“Gerry, I know that’s you. No way Mrs. Swanson comes to the door but naked and sticks her tong out at me.”

“Yah it’s me man. Your friendly neighborhood Warlock doing a little spell practice. You know how you’ve always had the hots for old Mrs. Swanson, well I thought you might like to feel up the merchandise and see what you’re missing.”

“OK man, you know I want to make out with her, what’s the catch.”

“You do my algebra homework all year, and I’ll see about regular visits with your neighbor. Do we have a deal?”

“You are one twisted dude, but hell yes, deal.”

Gerry just smiled and jiggled her assets. Now if he could just line up a couple of guys for English and History, he’d have all his classes covered; and have his possession spell perfected in no time. Man it’s great to be a young teenage Warlock.

Borrowing Big Sister' s Bod


“Hay sis, you know Dan and I are having a great time filling in for you and Sandy on spring break. Borrowing your big sister’s body for the best party of the year is great. I haven’t tried sex as you yet, but who knows the day is young and your body does react to some of these hunks around here. I’m sure with a little liquid courage, Dan and I will get up the nerve to try it out. Hay, it’s not like it’s our bodies.

Just hold the fort at summer camp, and keep the folks in the dark and we’ll let you have your bodies back when we get home. Of course if you say something about us stealing then, we’ll just have to deny the whole thing and say you’re crazy. We can always keep them longer you know.

Now don’t pout about it, you don’t have the looks to pull that off right now. Pouts on geeky nerd boys just don’t have the same effect as on a pretty girl. The week will be over before you know it, and everything will be back to normal, except of course you’ll know we can do this to you. So behave and we’ll be home soon. Toddles.”

Once You've Had Female You Never Go Back


Here’s Professor Grison standing in front of his theoretical solution to the nano-bot programming problem. For the first six years of the project, all successful nano-bot programming involved using a female DNA matrix as the final result. The instability of the XY chromosome pair simply made using it in bot programming unreliable.

In the future, it will be possible to have the nano-bots produce male human bodies as easily as female bodies. Professor Grigson, now 89 had female nano-bot rejuvenation almost five years ago in the early stages of successful procedures. Hell we had to keep the old fart alive to work on the project.

When told he would have the option of using the new procedure and becoming male again, Grigson just laughed and said “After you’ve been female and sexually active, you’ll never go back. You couldn't pay me enough to give up this body.”

In fact, all of the successful female rejuvenations turned the project down flat.

I Don't Understand Nerds



“I don’t understand you idiots. You build a body swapping device, steal the bodies of two of the hottest girls in school, and then you come home and play ‘World of Warcraft’? Why aren't you out clubbing, teasing some boys, hell having sex as those two?

Nerds, I just don’t understand you.”

How Did She Get Here?



Jason wasn't sure how it’d happened. He knew he and Kevin had been working on a prototype female battle android, but waking up in a much more advanced model with the last four years of his life a total blank was scary. Of course, waking up with an indestructible titanium alloy body with the strength of 20 men, that never got tired, never felt pain, and was really hot made scary kind of wimpy.

His synthetic dermas layer had been damaged in blast, and would take a few minutes to self repair. But Jason could wait. The only real question was how to find out what happened to the old Jason and his buddy Kevin. Had his body been killed? Where should she start looking for answers?

And by the way, what was sex like for his android body? Somehow he just knew Kevin would have been sure to include some powerful pleasure circuits in the design.

John's Favorite Eveningwear



“I’m John, the apartment complex super; and when Carmen here moved in, I just knew I had to have her. Not the way you think, I kind of had the Costume Gun passed on to me when I found it next to old man Smithiers when he had his last heart attack. He was in the middle of putting on his next door neighbor, and I ended up wearing her instead.

Now, I try on all the hot girls in the complex, and Carmen was as hot as they came. This girl has the most beautiful long legs and tiny wasp waist I've ever seen. When I got her alone and zapped her the first time, it was a little strange; she’s the first girl I ever wore who’s taller than I am. I literally grew a few inches in her hot skin.

Carmen is a model, so I don’t keep her out for all hours when she has a gig the next morning. I want her to keep working and not mess up. So I try to wear her when she can sleep in. Man does she date some hot young men; all either famous or wealthy, or both. And some of them are even good in bed. I’m trying to work my way through her whole stable, but hay she’s a popular girl, these things take time.

I guess I’ll just have to keep putting her on two or three nights a week. She’s become my favorite eveningwear.”

I Ain't Afraid of No Ghost



“Peter look out,” yelled Egon, “Gozer is about to ...”

“What …,” cried Venkman, as the ectoplasm splattered him and he began to morph. He shrank in height, his hips widened and grew rounder, his waist slimmed, and his hair grew out. He cringed in pain as his dick shrank away, and changed to its female counterpart. His face grew softer and his five o’clock shadow disappeared. And finally, his pants became shorts, revealing some very pretty legs.

“My God,” said Ray, shouldering his proton pack, he turned Venkman into a girl; and a pretty hot one at that. Quick, let’s cross the streams and see if we can seal this portal. ”

So saying the Ghostbusters managed to send Gozer back to his own universe. That left three tired men and one tired slimed woman to deal with the public. They never were able to reverse the effects on Venkman, but she seems happy with her new life.

So if some bad ass ghost is trying to hassle you, tell him to go hit on Patricia Venkman, cause she ain't afraid of no ghost.

Wishing To Go Out



“Hi I'm Dave. I’m a bit of a Geek, and I always seem to have strange luck, especially when I've been drinking. I think it’s because of my trace of witch blood on my mother’s side. I’d been bartending for Della’s sorority house tonight, and I'd had a few. So when I asked her to go out with me, she laughed and said I might as well go wish, cause that was never going to happen.

Anyway, got my pay and left and headed for home. I was passing the campus fountain, and I thought – why not? So I threw in a handful of changed and wished I could go out with Della. Suddenly, I felt my body going all smoky like a genie or something. I knew it was my weird luck kicking in; I flowed right back into the sorority house and up Della’s nose.

She started to gag and cough, and suddenly it was me doing the coughing. I’d taken over Della. She was in here, but I was in control. Anyway, here I am in broad daylight, still in the driver seat. And a pretty hot seat it is too. I don’t know how long I’m going to be in here, but I’m definitely going to try out the equipment.”

Hunter's Dilemma

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“Jane, I’m in a really Tight Spot,” said Hunter cupping the mouthpiece of the old pay phone. “I’m being framed and I can’t see any way out of it.”

“You swear to me your innocent,” said Jane, sitting down at her desk. “I won’t help a murderer no matter what.”

“Yes, yes, I won’t bullshit you Jane. I don’t know how that bloody knife got in my gym bag. And I can’t go to Jail. Will you help me.”

“Ok Hunter, go find a place to stay and keep low. Look for a note from me in the morning.”

“Won’t you need to know where I am,” he asked.

“Oh no Hunter,” she smiled, looking at the Old Typewriter on her desk, “I’ll find you.”

The next morning, Hunter found a strange envelope slipped under his door, addressed to him in type written letters, he opened it up and read the paper inside. ‘Hunter, if you’re truly innocent, then take the form and identity of someone you've fantasized about and live their life …’

Hunter dropped the paper and felt his body shrinking, collapsing on itself. His body hair fell away, leaving his skin smooth, his hair lengthened, his hips widened, and his stomach shrank leaving a trim and tiny waist. Breast sprouted from his chest, and his clothing changed. He felt tights snaking up his legs, knee high boots forming on his feet, and a sweater flowing over his frame.

Hailey came to leaning against the building, her purse in her hand. She couldn't remember exact ally how she’d gotten here but the coffee shop next door smelled wonderful and she had time before work. Shouldering her purse, she went to grab an espresso.

Who's the Boss



Donald had gone out for a celebratory drink with his lab assistant, Miss Hastings. He’d perfected the technology, and was ready to cut the demand for gasoline in half for everyone in the old USA; just a simple conversion kit.

Suddenly, he felt his head spinning; he’d been drugged. Donald fell to the floor, his body burning up and changing. He felt his skin crawl as his frame shrank down, and morphed. His dick shriveled, and his chest burst through the buttons of his shirt as his breast grew big and fat. Staring up at the ceiling, the last thing Donald saw was Miss Hastings smiling down at him.

. . .

“Welcome back Donald, or should I say Donna now,” said the dark hared mistress in black, reaching for the ropes around his neck. “You've certainly made your previous employers angry. Just who do you think controls the auto industry any way; environmentalist? Silly boy, there was no way you would be allowed to give people something that cut the need for gasoline in half. Now Donald is gone, all that wonderful engineering knowledge whipped away. But don’t worry; Mistress Heather has a whole new way for you to make a living. Your new owner is outside – some rich oil baron decided he wants’ to show you whose boss.”

A Nerds Gotta Dream



“I always said if I ever got hold of one of those MAU Morphic Adaption Unit machines that I’ve read about on the internet, I know exactly what I’d do with it. So when I stumbled across the silver chest with the strange markings out near the beach, I knew just what to do. I took it home and pushed the button to set it up in my basement, and then I went looking for Sally Keller.”

Sally had everything, she was hot, popular, had rich absentee parents, and an allowance that gave her more in a week than I made in a year. She also used us brainiacs to do her homework, and then ridiculed us behind our backs. It just so happened that I had a chemistry paper I was doing for her, so getting her to come by my house was a no brainer. I used some either to knock her out, and then hauled her to the machine.

Getting readings of each of our bodies, I turned myself into Sally’s clone, and then I turned her into a dumber copy of myself. I also blotted out Sally’s memory of her prior life. Then, I folded up the machine, put on her clothes, put the machine in her car and went to take over her life. Now I’m the society queen with the big bank account, and Sally is a burned out fat nerd with no idea of what she’s lost. I've told a couple of my old friends so they wouldn't feel sorry for the old me. I've even offered to let them try the MAU; after all, it might still work.”

Seriously Habit Forming



“Damn, I hate it when the candle burns out and my possession ends. I've got to find something that last longer, like permanently. Casey is so hot and so confused when she comes to naked like that. It just breaks my heart to leave her when I’d been having such a good time with her current boy toy.

Man, he’s got to think she is one schizoid chick, her being all coy and modest, and me being a horny bitch that can’t get enough. Still, he keeps coming back for more; I must be doing something right. And that boner of his is definitely the right tool for the job.

That’s it; I've got to tell Arnold I need something stronger; maybe some long acting potion, or even a repetitive spell or something. I’m turning into a body junkie for Casey. This girl is seriously habit forming.”

Only a Matter of Time



When Old Man Motley’s estate was finally probated, 50 years after he disappeared, a number of his cursed magic items made it into various antique dealers stock. Nick bought a vintage 1950’s camera which just so happened to let a photographer swap bodies with his model. Nick has gotten into the habit of borrowing the bodies of several of his models for a few hours, leaving them unconscious in his own body.

Until now, Nick had always been careful not to let one of these girls wake up in his body while he was out using theirs. But there’s always a fist time. Nick had borrowed Jasmine, and gone out for an evening of partying and some wild sex, and was just dragging in to his place the next day; only to discover his own body missing. He must have mis-set the timer on the camera. And, his car is missing from the driveway.

When Jasmine’s cell phone went off, Nick started to panic; it was his number on the call. It turned out that Jasmine in his body had been in an accident and was at the hospital in a coma. They were calling to see if she knew who Nick’s next of kin was.