When You Are Over 30 but Still Think You're 18

Wanted

Wanted in seven states and the law was closing in, I needed an out. That crazy old man promised that he could make it so no one would recognize me.

He was right.

I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. And I don’t think any sheriff would see the pretty little lady looking back at me from the mirror and think she was the brutish man responsible for dozens of robberies and several shoot-outs.

I was worried I might not be taken seriously in this new form. But money talks and thanks to all that I had done, I had plenty of it.

Grace (Part 2)

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Peter thought he would hate being a woman. For the first few days, he considered the transformation to be an absolute nightmare. But there was another feeling inside, and it was a feeling he couldn’t ignore.

He wondered if it was part of the wish he had gotten, but he soon discovered the way this body could move felt like a work of art in itself. And it soon embraced it.

Peter’s form caught the attention of many in the dance world, catapulting into fame. This turned out to be a fortunate turn, as his transformation meant he was a woman with no history, no identity. A career in the public eye meant one was able to be created for him...

Refresh

Jeff refreshed again. The site still wasn’t loading.

“Maybe the hotel’s internet is down. Try a different website to see if it’s working.” His wife Lindsay directed.

“Are you seriously thinking I didn’t try that?” He paused before adding, “Wait, are you mansplaining to me?”

Lindsay just stared blankly. Her husband did work as a coder, and here she was trying to give him directions about a down website. She hadn’t felt the slightest guilt in doing so.

“Whatever. Stop over-reacting,” She said again, despite knowing she probably shouldn’t.

“I have a headache. Let’s just go to bed and try again in the morning, okay?” Jeff said with neither of them realizing the website had swapped more than just their bodies...

Legs (Part 2)

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Even if he could stand in these heels, Rex was pretty sure these legs were not capable of supporting his upper body. He had tried standing up several times now, and each time he had tumbled back to the ground. Why he had a woman’s legs and skirt and everything else from the waist down -- he had no idea!

He could only hope that these legs belonged to someone and not that his legs had just become magically feminized. His other hope was that the person with his legs would walk by and find him, as the opposite didn’t seem like a possibility right now.

Of course, even if she did find him, it probably still wouldn’t be helpful. She’d likely have weak upper body strength, which wouldn’t be helpful to get him on his feet. Though maybe once they were both standing, they could help each other out?