Monetary Problems – Magic Object

Alex was the only friend I had ever had in my life. The only person who understood my homosexuality and accepted it without problems. But he was heterosexual and I was very poor.

To save a little money we shared an apartment, we had separate rooms and separate beds, our relationship was just friendship. But Emma, ​​the daughter of our boss, learned that a homosexual like me shared a apartment with another of the company’s workers. She talked to her father and pressed him to get fired us. And his father did. I still remember Emma’s smile of satisfaction when she kicked us out of work forever.

From then on, our life became very difficult. We did not get another job, that’s why we did not have any money And since we had no money we could not pay the rentand so they warned us that they were going to evict us from the apartment we shared. With tears in his eyes, Alex told me that he was leaving in search of the “medallion of Change”, a fabulous relic that would allow us to get money and solve our problems. The next morning, when I woke up, Alex was gone. I called his cell, but he did not respond. I called him that afternoon and he did not respond. For 3 weeks I called him every day and he did not respond. At last, three weeks later, my cell phone rang and it and was Alex who was calling. He asked me for an appointment at the most expensive restaurant in the city and with a cheerful voice told me that he had solved all our monetary problems and that he was going to offer me something that would fulfill my dreams.

I ran to the restaurant, but Alex was not there. Suddenly, Someone grabbed me by the neck and kissed me on the lips. Amazed, I spread my mouth and looked at the beautiful woman who had kissed me. It was Emma, ​​the daughter of my boss and the bastard who had managed to get us fired. She looked at me smiling, took a medallion from her purse, and suddenly her face transfigured and I could see Alex’s face on Emma’s body.

I told you, this medallion would solve our problems. I have used half of her power to exchange my body with Emma, ​​now I will use the other half in selling this body and thus I will get the money with which we can live forever together and happy.

You are my friend and my first selling option. So … How much do you pay me for Emma’s body?

I stared at Alex’s face sadly. Emma was a real beauty with a privileged intelligence. I imagined with envy what I would have felt as a woman as sexy and young as Emma, ​​what I could have enjoyed sex having such a feminine body. But all were vain illusions because I could not afford it. You know that I have nothing, I am as poor as you, I answered.

Of course you can afford it, I do not ask you for money. I just want you to marry me after the exchange. ” You are the person with whom I want to share the rest of my life and if you are Emma you will be my partner, my wife and the mother of my children DO YOU ACCEPT?

Of course I said yes. But I did not respond with the voice, I did it with the soul kissing Alex again. It was the first kiss of heterosexual love in my life and the last kiss I made as a man. Because half an hour later I was Emma, ​​the millionaire daughter of the head of my old company. I would no longer have to worry about money and I could marry Alex, the man I had always loved and who would be my heterosexual lover.

The Auction – Deal TG

There was scarcely two hours left for the deadline, and Jack sat quietly, watching as I emptied the drawers in my desperate search.

When I agreed to rent my body for a week Idid not need the money. I simply wanted to be able to afford my whims without having to ask my father. A very lively auction was held on the Internet and we were all surprised that the winner was Jack,  a fat man, short stature  and over 50 years. A man who had sold his house, his car and used all his savings to win the bid. I did not care, for a week he was going to pay me more money than the one my father gave me in a year.

The conditions of the change of bodies were identical for the two. The exchange would be done with the “Rings of Change”. The rings were ancestral rarities that when used at the same time by two people allowed them to exchange their bodies. To avoid theft of rings or escapes I would not have access to Jack’s ring and Jack could not have access to mine either, and we set up remote connection measures to perform the body change even thousands of kilometers away. The most important condition, in which I demanded the greatest harshness, was the obligation to present to us the exact 7 days of signing the contract at the notary’s office with the “Rings of Change” to return the bodies. In case of delay a fine could be demanded and in the event of absence or loss of the ring it could force the return of the original body using the remote connection or stay, forever, with the body and the life of the guest. As soon as I signed the contract I received the money

I was prepared to enjoy what I had just gained by taking Jack’s body to the limit of his physical health.

In the contract did not figure that I could not get drunk until lost consciousness. And that’s what I did. I drinked almost a pint of whiskey before falling to the floor vomiting, I did not like the experience and decided not to repeat it. The next day used it strolling down the street on my bare skin, the police stopped me, and spent the rest of the afternoon at the police station. On the third day, I made the biggest meal of my life by swallowing only sausages, bacon and beer, I felt so heavy that decided this was another experience that did not want to repeat. On the fourth day wanted to check if I was able to make active sexually my male body, so I went to the most expensive brothel in the city. Sex as a man is not bad, but I liked it more as a woman. Anyway, I repeated the next day, but this time wanted to try something new. I called the manager of the brothel and asked her to recommend me a girl and an extreme experience. She warned me that the service he was going to offer was very expensive, and that the girl who performed it was exceptional and she would only work if I had enough money to pay her price. I replied that I did not care about the money, that only had 2 days and wanted to enjoy them to the fullest.

The manager told me to follow her to a room at the end of the corridor. I opened the door and when crossed was left with my mouth open. There was no furniture in the room, not even a bed, and there was only one woman with a steel chain wrapped around her waist. The figure of the woman was spectacular and highlighted by the black leather that covered it. The mask that pressed on his face had only two tiny holes for the eyes and a horizontal opening for the mouth. She grabbed my chest with her sharp nails and dragged me toward her, crouched down, and using her tongue started playing with my sex. Again she got up, stepped on me with the stilettos of her boots and when I opened my mouth to scream she bit me on the lips. She Whispered in my ear that I would know the greatest pleasures of heaven through pain. Pulling my hair she dragged me down the floor, untangled the chain around her waist, with two small candaos tied my wrists and chained me to a ring on the wall. When she realized that I could not escape, she said, “Now the fun begins.”

For me is impossible to count how well she could mix pleasure with pain in such an intense and absolute way. It was more than three hours of wild torments and celestial joys. By nightfall I was physically and psychologically smashed, but did not want it to stop. I told her that still had one day to be martyred and that I would pay her whatever she wanted for another hour like that.

That night I almost did not sleep, I dedicated myself to prepare for another session of sadomasochism with the masked woman. At dawn, on the last day before the change, I went to the brothel, greeted the manager and I entered the hooded woman’s room. There she was, waiting for me.

The first thing she did was tie me to the wall, she slapped me and took a giant knife and placed it with the edge touching my throat, I heard her laugh and with her other hand she took off her mask. It was my own face, the masked woman was Frank wearing my body. I could not stand the panic and I screamed with all my might, from the next room there I heard laughter from people joking about my screams. No doubt they thought I had reached the climax of pleasure.

With the point of the knife she played to break my clothes and scratch me with its edge. She told me that now she could kill me and if she did she would stay with my body forever. But then she calmed me down. I will not, they probably could prove that I did you  the wounds. But she cut into my chest and made me bleed for hours. If the day before I had enjoyed a pain that made me feel alive, this time I enjoyed a pain that brought me to the brink of death. With the loss of blood, was losing strength, it was hard for me not to faint. Until Jack approached, took the ring from my hand and told me that she kept it, also stayed with my body and my life. She changed her clothes quickly and was going to door when she approached me. Thanked me for a body so young and so beautiful. She grabbed my hair and gave me a final farewell kiss. I noticed her saliva in my mouth and how she bit my tongue until she almost cut it. I had to swallow the blood so I would not drown while she dug her tongue into the wounds of my mouth. Until, at last, she parted her lips from mine smiling. She waved at me and left.

I was so sore and tired that I slept until late on the morning of the day we agreed to return the bodies at the notary’s office. But I did not have the ring. I ran to my father’s house, where Jack resided in my body, and began to rummage the closets. Jack in the chair stared at me as I emptied the drawers by looking for the ring. There were only 2 hours left and i emptied the drawers by looking for the ring it or I would lose my body forever.

At last, Jack told me, You will not find him, I do not have him, I promised that I would not take it from you and I did not take it from you. You have it. I looked into my pockets and wallets again, but it was not there.

You lie, I told him. I do not lie, he answered. Do you remember the last kiss I gave you? Do you remember that I bit your tongue and you swallowed blood? I wore the ring in my mouth, with my tongue I moved it to yours and you swallowed it with your blood. As we had agreed in the notary’s office, I did not take your ring off, you always had it. But you can retrieve it. She opened her purse and extracted the knife from the night before and put it in my hand. You have 2 hours to open your stomach and retrieve the ring. If you do you will lose your body for mistreating mine and if you do not you will lose your body for not having the ring. IT’S UP TO YOU.

She got up from her chair, put her purse over her left shoulder, and slammed the door, she went to the appointment with the notary.

The Simpsons – Fantasy

The legend tells that when using Zulo’s medallion with a new garment, then the medallion magically changes the body measurements so that it can be worn. But what if the garment you wear is a design for a TV series?

I decided to investigate. I bought some black pants that had been designed for an episode of the Simpsons of the year 2002. I hung the medallion of my neck and I put the trousers. The transformation began immediately and in half an hour had ended. Here I take the first surprise because what I wore were female trousers. I had become a woman and could not change back to my true body until at least 12 hours had passed that the medallion needed to recharge, but I felt beautiful and felt no difference copying the body of an imaginary being.

I left my apartment and took the big surprise. All the houses, the streets were painted bright colors and the people were yellow. I looked at my hands and I saw them normal, young hands of a beautiful woman but only had four fingers. In a park I saw a sign announcing: “SPRINGFIELD” I was sure, in a magical way I was living an episode of the Simpsons.

And if you’re in Springfield, and in an episode of The Simpsons, the best place you can go is to Moe’s tavern. And there I went. There was Moe Szyslak counting pickles, Barney Gumble who had just launched a big rash and was falling asleep and Lenny and Carl chatting between them. I am surprised that these frustrated sexual ones did not show the slightest reaction to the presence of a stunningly beautiful female as it should be me in those moments. Well, that was not entirely true, the only one who spoke to me was Homer Simpson who invited me to a beer and insisted on insulting me.

I did not understand what was going on, disconcerted and I went to the services and I looked in the mirror. I was not the pretty girl with the dark hair and guitar figure I thought I was. I had blue hair, I was fat and reeked of tobacco. I had become Selma Bouvier.

Horrified I looked for the medallion to change back to my real real body as soon as possible. But the medallion no longer existed. Only one drawing remained of the zulu medallion. In the animated world, real things are drawings. I myself, at that time was a drawing.

And without medallion it would be forever.

 

Recovering an old Love – Pact TG

I did not pay much for her visit. Just a handful of euros for a full service.

Lucia was a poor wretch who sold her body for a plate of lentils and that slept just as handsome as ugly if they gave her a poor alms.

The prettiest girl in law school had become a street slut. I did not want to make love to her, I did not want to enjoy her sexual favors. I just wanted her to see me and remember the time she martyred me. That she remembered how a few years ago she had mocked my love in front of all my fellow students and the pain she caused me when she laughed at my tears of suffering and shame when I asked her to please stop humiliating me.

Almost 10 years of that and I still love her and I still wake up every day remembering that would give my life to have her body. Nothing was bigger than the love I still have. My torment continued to see that beautiful and delicate girl selling his love as a bitch. She had everything, a spectacular beauty and keen intelligence, her should have been the future. I was not handsome, not so smart, but I had the strength of will and got doctorate and now I’m a successful lawyer and she is a whore. We all deserve a second chance, and I knew how to do it,

That’s why I called it. When she arrived it took a few seconds to remember who I was, then fell to her knees on the floor. The guy in the expensive suit and seemed to be a millionaire who’d hired her was the guy she’d humiliated when she was the city’s most envied girl.

Laura lay on the floor, her eyes watering and shaking the three or four bills I had paid her.

– I’ve always wanted you and I still want you, I said.

– I should not have done that to you, but I did. I am so sorry. I should have corresponded your love, you are the only person who has loved me for my soul and not for my body.

– I forgive you. But if it were the other way around. That you had it all and I had nothing. Would you still love me?

Laura did not hesitate a second to respond. -Of course yes. All my life I have regretted what I did to you. I looked at her with pity and I said,

. Prove it to me.

I took a box out of my jacket pocket and opened it. Inside were the “rings of change” These rings can exchange the body of two people if both are put at the same time.

I showed them to Lucia and I told her what those rings were capable of doing. With a strange look of hope Laura got up from the floor and held out her hand for me to give her her ring. I did it like that. She took one ring and I the other. At the count of three we put them on and suddenly I found myself on some extravagant platform shoes looking at my old body. Lucia was feeling her new body, then tightened her tie and looked at the wallet with wide eyes and an ohhhhhh of admiration in her mouth. She took the ring from her finger and grabbed my hand and bent it and ripped the other ring.

-I take the rings, I do not want to lose this body and I do not want to be related to a bitch like you.

She put them in the same box where I had brought them and went off at a rapid pace, without saying goodbye or looking back. And I just stayed, dressed like a whore, in the body of a whore and … smiling.

I had not told Lucia that these rings can only be used once, after using them lose their power and become trinkets.

Lucia had despised me a second time, but this second scorn did not hurt like the first one. This time I was ready. Laura would soon discover that I had closed all the bank accounts in my name and that I had sold the properties of which I had owned. My previous body was ruined and neither could she work as a lawyer because Lucia left university so soon that she had no legal knowledge.

The circle had closed. With the money I had obtained from my previous body, my knowledge of laws and with the identity of Lucia, I enrolled in the same university where Lucia one day, almost 10 years ago, rejected me.  Now I would finish the law degree that she left incomplete and would again be the young and brilliant lawyer before. But now I did it for the love of Lucia’s body that I wanted so much and deserved much more than the treatment Lucia had given it.

Magda, A Love Story – Bodyswap

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TEXT (Sorry for my bad english):

Today is a year since Magda became ill.

And it was the moment when I made the decision that changed forever the life of Magda and mine. I could not allow her to keep losing strength and the desire to live. I could not bear to see her weaker and sadder every day. It was time to show her how much I loved her.

When I was a child, I felt Magda’s arrival as a wonderful gift from God. I was an insecure, frightened child who was mocked by almost all schoolmates. Every day was a torment. I was afraid to leave the house and I was shaking when it was time to go to school. Until one day I was crying on the floor, after suffering a cruel joke, Magda appeared. Magda was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, with her smiley face and blue eyes full of tranquility and calm. She held out her hand and told me to get up and take it. She told me that life is wonderful, that I was great and that I just needed self-confidence. She made me take a walk through all the classrooms of the school while we had entwined the fingers of our hands as if we were two lovers. Since that day my companions did not make fun of me again and every time I had a problem Magda appeared again grabbing my hand and reassuring me.

With the passage of time Magda grew to become a spectacularly beautiful, intelligent and good woman. If in school she was popular in the institute she was a queen and in the university a goddess. I was not that lucky. I had not been handsome as a child and I was still as ugly as I was. The classmates no longer laughed at me but the boys did not talk to me and the girls ignored me completely. I was not invited to a party and everyone ignored me. And it was then that Magda reappeared, squeezed me by the hand and said, “Come with me” From that moment every day I would walk with Magda by the university holding hands, she would sit in class next to me and we shared a table in the cafeteria. At his side I felt safe and confident enough to study day and night with the idea of ​​becoming the best lawyer in the world and able to fulfill all dreams of my beloved Magda. She had made me the happiest and most envied man in the university, and I was happy just watching her beautiful smile smile without worry.

I managed to finish my law degree with number one in my promotion. The best law firms in the country sent me job offers. But I did not want to part with Magda, and I refused all the offers that came to me. Until one day he came to the door of my house the best lawyer in the country, he offered to be part of his office and economic and labor conditions that I could not refuse. Two weeks later, I packed my bags to the capital, to my new job. And two months later, Magda’s mother phoned to inform me that her daughter was dying and wanted to see me before her death.

In tears I took the first plane and that same afternoon was in the house of Magda holding his hand and tried to give it strength. Everything was useless, Magda, who had been so cheerful and vivacious now was sad and sorry. I hired the best doctors and I took them to their house, all of them after visiting it they told me the same thing, that they did not know what was going on, physically it was good but nevertheless deteriorating. They did not think she lived much, surely a couple of weeks, they doubted very much that she would last a month.

The diagnosis of the doctors was terrible. But I could not let someone as wonderful as Magda die without trying anything possible to get her back.

I only had two weeks to find a cure, and I said goodbye to Magda, tearfully, promising that I would return before the two weeks of the doctors’ talks concluded. I traveled a lot, first I tried with traditional medicine, then with the alternative, but I did not get answers and finally, desperate, I tried with magic. And there I found a hope, but at a huge price that only I could afford.

As promised, two weeks later I returned to Magda’s house. Gathering what little strength she had left, she had dressed for my visit and sat on the couch, instead of waiting for me in bed. It was the last favor she could give me before her death. She did not want to see me sad with her illness, she wanted me to remember her as the cheerful and jovial woman she had always been. I got on my knees before her and showed her what I had achieved with so much searching.

 

 

-These are “the rings of change”, allow to change the body of two people. I want to change my body with you. If someone deserves to die that’s me and if anyone deserves to live you are. If we change and that allows your lives, then I will be the happiest man on Earth, my life will have served for something and also I will get the most wonderful being I have ever known can live, even in my body.

Of course Magda refused to exchange, but she was very weak, I stood behind her and took her hand, as I had done so many times before, I put a ring in her left hand while I put the other in mine.

Immediately we changed body, I was sitting on the couch without strength, noticing how it cost me breathe. Meanwhile, Magda, in my body sat on the floor, as I had done as a child, and began to cry.

I felt death approaching. My muscles ached, my bones ached, and every pore in my skin seemed to sweat blood. So I stayed for several days, waiting for everything to end. Until suddenly I started to improve. I was able to get out of bed and get myself to the service. Shortly afterwards I was able to walk to the kitchen and prepare solid foods. Two days later I had the strength to go out into the garden and to take walks in the park, holding Magda’s hand in my body. It had not been a month since the doctors evicted Magda when they had to discharge me. The reason for the improvement could not be explained, nor could the reasons for the disease be explained.

But I knew her perfectly. This body had gotten sick when I walked away from him, needed my presence and my company. Magda felt an extreme love for my soul, she needed to protect me, to help me, she needed to be with me. Now with my soul inside her body and hers within mine, she had felt complete, perfect. His desire to be with me had been realized in the most sublime way, with the soul of each possessing the body of the loved one and the two together and protecting each other.

And so came the best day of my life, when Magda knelt in front of me, delicately took my left hand, removed the “ring of change” I still had and placed another ring on it, but this time of gold With diamonds and asked me: “Magda, do you want to marry me?”

Since then I am Magda.

And I married in white with the man who for twenty-two years lived in what is now my body, with the man who will be the father of my children and with the man who takes me every day by the hand to tell me how happy he is by my side