なにこれ?

“なにこれ?” Steven said as he tried to make sense of what was happening. But even the words coming out of mouth made him concerned. He was speaking in a language he didn’t understand with seemingly fluency. He was in a strange city and in a strange body -- a woman’s body.

And if all that wasn’t bad enough, the breeze kept blowing his dress up, and he kept having to hold it down. He thought the dress looked silly and juvenile, but he checked the ID in her purse. She was 32. Was she trying to look young? Or did she just have a kawaii style? Either way, he was the one dealing with it, and he felt like an idiot!

Didn’t he?

In much the way his mind had adapted to the language, his mind was slowly starting to change on everything. The dress wans’t so bad, was it? It was actually kind of cute. Kind of? No. It was exactly his style. Correction: HER style!

Twerk It Out

The afternoon had started with Victor on the phone with a friend, making a flippant comment about how hot Asian women were. He hadn’t expected his girlfriend overhearing the conversation, nor could he anticipate her retaliation. Using her powers as a witch, she swapped Victor’s body with their upstairs neighbor, Ming. He tried to remain calm; he figured he’d just go downstairs and calm his girlfriend own. However, he couldn’t seem to do that. Instead, he found himself going to Ming’s closet and changing into a black and white top and some tight leather shorts. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. He realized his girlfriend hadn’t just swapped his body with Ming; she was also controlling his mind. He had limited control, but he knew he was going to have to do the things she forced him to -- even if it was something he didn’t want to do, like wear this outfit. She was also preventing him from doing things as well, like going down to apologize. It wasn’t long before Victor felt compelled to go to a nightclub. Despite trying to fight the urge, he found himself twerking on the dance floor. When guys started coming up to him, he wanted to run. However, instead of doing so, he felt the urge to get closer, be sexier, and flirt. He wanted to cry; he just hoped his girlfriend would release the grip on his mind before his did anything he would REALLY regret.