Thirteenth Day

Had it been two weeks already? Ryan had been so desperate all those months ago. He wanted to become a woman, and a demon gave him an opportunity. He would transform Ryan in any way his heart desired, but Ryan would have to use that form to collect a soul for the demon once every two weeks. Ryan quickly described his form; big beautiful blue eyes, long brown hair, perfect porcelain skin. He went on for about twenty minutes, and the demon complied. Ryan had become a truly stunning woman. Now it was time for Ryan to hold up his end of the deal. He would have to kill someone every two weeks in some way; stabbing, shooting, poison, or through trickery and manipulation -- getting one many to kill another. The demon assured Ryan he’d never be caught; the only consequence would be Ryan’s own guilt. If Ryan didn’t collect a soul by the thirteenth day of a cycle, the demon would issue a reminder. If he ever hit the full two weeks, the demon would take Ryan’s soul and the souls of all those he loved. Ryan thought it wouldn’t be so bad, but even after a single murder, he was wracked with guilt. He often hit the thirteenth day and was issued horrific reminders. Often the demon would create visible, painful cracks on his self-described “porcelain” skin. It was never the physical pain of the cracks that broke Ryan into compliance, but the mental one of being anything other than a beautiful woman.

The Crimson Queen (Part 2)

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Teaching classes over the next few days as Miss Reed wasn’t exactly fun or easy for Tom. Knowing that he had the strength and powers of The Crimson Queen and not using them was even harder. The one thing he did do was wear her skimpy spandex suit under her conservative clothing; it made him feel better knowing he could leap into action even if the agency had told him not to.

That all changed one day as he made his way back to Miss Reed’s apartment one evening after work. He could hear a cry for help. More accurately, he couldn’t avoid hearing it -- The Crimson Queen’s ears were just too powerful. He realized he couldn’t ignore it.

He began to unbutton one sleeve, ready to leap into action. He only paused momentary, knowing he needed to be someplace private to avoid revealing Miss Reed’s identity to the world.

So he rushed into her apartment at his fastest non-super speed, locked the door, and went into action. He was amazed at how fast he could move, changing clothes in an instant. Opening a window, he flew out of it, and arrived to the cry for help mere seconds later. The thugs harassing the woman screaming were no match for Tom with The Crimson Queen’s body. He got a thank you before darting back to Miss Reed’s home.

He knew he was told not to do the whole hero thing, but the secret agency wouldn’t mind that one little thing, right?

The Crimson Queen

It was only about fifty or sixty years ago when superheroes were merely the work of fiction, but reality eventually began to imitate art. By the time Tom was born, they were commonplace; he had grown up obsessed with them. By the time he was eighteen -- while most rational people ran from a superhero battling a villain - Tom would run toward the event, hoping to get a closer look.

On one such instance, Tom got a little too close. He saw the villain first, Technotron, a master of advanced technologies and invention. Then he caught sight of a woman in tight spandex fighting him. He couldn’t quite make out which hero it was; he needed to find out.

He barely caught enough of a look to identify her, The Crimson Queen, before Technotron took out an odd device and aimed it at her. Tom tried to yell a warning, but the blast was too quick and widespread. It caught not only The Crimson Queen, but Tom as well.

He awoke a short time later. He thought he’d feel worse after being hit, but for some reason he felt the best he could ever imagine. The wind blew and he felt it on his skin -- he thought he was naked and tried to cover up, only to discover he was wearing a familiar spandex outfit. And he was not only wearing The Crimson Queen’s outfit -- he also had her body! Technotron must’ve hit them both with some sort of body swapping device he had invented!

He used The Queen’s speed to rush his own body to a hospital, then he received a call from a top secret agency for a briefing of the encounter. Tom quickly confessed everything.

The agency seemed to take the news quite calmly. They told Tom he would assume The Crimson Queen’s secret identity until they could figure out how to reverse the swap. Tom nodded, but was shocked when they revealed who The Queen really was -- Miss Reed, his high school biology teacher! As he put on her blouse and skirt, he couldn’t believe he was her! And, not only that, he was also a superhero beneath this conservative outfit!

Scared

Happy Halloween!

Clifford was absolutely shocked by the puff of smoke in front of him. When it cleared, a woman dressed all in red with a pitchfork stood in front of him. He questioned, “Who are you?”

“I’m the devil,” The woman responded, “I’m here for your soul.”

“The devil? No way. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re just not threatening at all.”

“You’re probably too young to remember. About thirty or forty years ago, I used to have the scariest body possible: ten feet tall, fire red skin, big muscles, real horns and tail, the whole nine yards. Then there was this weird body swapping event you humans would come to call ‘The Great Shift.’ I’m sure it’s in your history books. As it turned out, not even I was immune. I ended up with the body of suburban housewife. Luckily, despite looking far less frightening, I maintained all my powers. I never age and remain immortal; I can still harvest souls; I still have all my magic. You should still be very scared, Cliff, because I am here for you.”

Suddenly, Clifford began to look a lot more scared...

Nothing to Be Afraid of

Jim had never believed in the supernatural. He considered it all a bunch of superstition. When his friends dared him to take a shortcut through the graveyard on Halloween, he thought nothing of it. But after taking just a few steps in, a spirit came after him. She started by transforming his body. She turned it into a female one that matched her own from when she was living. Then she changed his clothes, giving him a high heels and a tight leather outfit. Finally, she tried to take over his mind, but he was actually able to fight the final part without too much effort. After it was all done, he just turned to his friend who were still waiting at the entrance.

“What are you all staring at?” He asked, “I told you there was nothing to be afraid of.”

Curse (Part 2)

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It was sort of weird, but Sam actually enjoyed being a woman. He started to go by Samantha, and he could only describe the days he spent as a woman as pleasant. He enjoyed wearing women’s clothes, putting on makeup. Heck, he even started dating and found a boyfriend. It was the nights when the hunger came over him that was the problem; the times when he would transform others. It was during those times that he no longer considered himself a woman; in those times, he was a monster. Part of him hoped he could find a way to break this curse, and the other part of him hoped that if he did, he’d still remain a woman.

Curse

Sam always regretted that night. He and his girlfriend had a huge fight, and he went to a bar. That’s where he met Maria. It only took about 15 minutes of flirting before he convinced her to take him back to her place. Sam thought it was the best revenge possible; that is until Maria bit him. Within a few minutes, Sam started to change. His dark hair grew beyond his shoulders, his features became softer, his body began to curve; he was becoming a woman. Maria began to apologize. She couldn’t help herself. She explained that she had once been a man named Mark, and a long time ago he had been seduced by a woman. During their love making, she bit him; thus changing him into Maria. It was a curse -- a bit like being a vampire. Sam would become a woman now, just like Maria, he’d crave making love to men, and he’d have desires to turn them, just like Maria had turned him. Sam couldn’t deny that he was now a woman, but he thought he could fight the desire to curse others. He only lasted a single night. He found himself at the same bar just two nights later, picking up a guy, biting him, and then having to explain the situation to the new woman, just as Maria had done for him. As the blood dribbled down his lips, he was far less apologetic than Maria had been. He just kept thinking about his girlfriend, and wondering if this all could have been avoided if he had not gotten into that fight in the first place, or not tried to get revenge by sleeping with someone else.