The Client

Meteorite

The meteorite had crashed on the Cooper’s family farm and had an immediate impact on Harold -- his body became female! He didn’t want to assume correlation was causation, but the evidence was pretty clear. He had to wear his wife’s clothes to leave the house (as they now certainly fit better than his own) just to investigate the damn thing.

But as he approached, this got worse. It seems the closer he got to the meteorite, the stronger its effects of stereotypical womanhood became. His breasts grew larger, his butt swelled out, his hair turned blonde.

Once he was close enough, he was absolutely afraid to touch it. What would he possible become if he actually made contact with this thing? Then again, he couldn’t just leave it where it was either, as then he’d be stuck as a woman anytime he was at home...

Yoga Pants

Seth hadn’t remembered the last time the mall had been this busy. It had to have been at least twenty years ago.

But today was a grand re-opening of sorts. It had been shut down for a while due to the Great Shift. A lot of things had been. It made sense in the wake of the chaos caused by everyone swapping bodies, but the closures had also caused a lot of pent up frustration.

People were stuck in the wrong bodies, either wearing their own clothes that didn’t quite fit right or the style of the body they stuck in. Hence why everyone was eager to get to the mall.

Seth was more curious than anything. He had actually found a certain joy in his new female body and her vast selection of yoga pants...

Same Old Game

It didn’t take long for Malik to realize he had absolutely zero game after the body swap. One would think being in the body of a sixty year woman would kill the young man’s libido; it did not.

But after a few immediate rejections, he tried a different strategy. He began to play up being a helpless old woman, and it did open a few doors. Plenty of young women were willing to engage in conversation, but that was about it.

Asking for a phone number to set up a date got reactions that ranged from eyerolls to laugher to just plain confusion. He couldn’t wait to get his own body back!

Grace (Part 1)

The light hit the ring, catching Peter’s eye. Even the inscription -- despite being impossibly small -- was somehow crystal clear, even at a distance. It said, “Good for one wish.” He thought that was probably some sort of inside joke for whoever lost the ring, but he still thought about it right before he picked it up.

If he could wish for anything it would be to be irresistible to women and rich. Did that count as one wish? Or two? It’s not like it mattered. This thing couldn’t actually be magic, could it?

However, instantly reaching down to touch the ring proved it actually was magic, though his body didn’t seem to be changing in the way that would fit his wish. Of course, the ring granted a single wish, but not necessarily YOUR wish. A previous person in possession of the ring had asked to be an ideal form of feminine grace and beauty -- a perfect dancer’s body -- which is the wish Peter now had obtained.