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I was in the middle of work, focused on finishing some reports, when my phone vibrated with a message. It was James, my roommate. James: “Dude, I lost my charger. Is there any way I can use yours? I’m almost out of battery.” In a hurry, I didn’t think twice. I replied with a simple “Sure, get it from my room, it’s in the socket next to the bed.” And I went back to work. However, in the rush of the previous day, I had completely forgotten that I had left some… let’s say, personal things scattered around the room. The wig, the women’s clothes, the makeup, everything there, visible. When I realized what could happen, it was already too late. James was the curious type. I knew that, but I didn’t think he would touch anything other than the charger. After all, who would do that, right? But the uneasiness hit me out of nowhere, as if I could sense that something was wrong. An hour later, what I feared was confirmed. My phone vibrated again. This time, a notification from the messaging app we

Ronald seemed to have everything he needed: a stable job, a respectable position, and a cozy home. But something was missing. Loneliness began to weigh on him, and in his search for a relationship, he turned to dating sites. Unfortunately, he always ran into the same obstacle: people seemed to judge his photos before getting to know the real him. Ronald had never been a model of discipline when it came to diet or exercise, and his body reflected that—a little out of shape, a little chubby, but with good humor and charm. One day, he remembered Clarissa, the company’s accountant. Some time ago, Clarissa had been in the same situation, but suddenly she started losing weight, her self-esteem soared, and she had completely transformed. Curious, Ronald went to her for advice. Clarissa, always friendly, told him about a hypnosis program that helped reprogram her mind and control her habits. “Girl You Can,” she said with a smile. He laughed, finding the name a bit funny, but when Clarissa expl

Marcus was examining the artifacts from an old box spread across his desk, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the worn surfaces, while his daughter, Helena, unleashed a torrent of bitter truths. She stared at him, her eyes filled with frustration and hurt. “You were always absent, Dad,” she said, her voice shaking with anger and sadness. “My entire childhood, you were gone, obsessed with dead civilizations, on endless expeditions. The only thing you sent home was your fat paycheck, but that didn’t raise me, and it didn’t keep Mom company.” Marcus remained engrossed in the artifacts, avoiding her gaze, but Helena’s words pierced through his defenses, even though he refused to show it. The weight of decades of absence hung in the air, yet he didn’t know how to respond. “I’m here, trying to talk about our lives, about how Mom was so lonely that she ended up dying, and even now, you prefer these old relics,” she said, her voice rising in frustration. On impulse, Helena grabbed the object h

"What do you mean you're going out like that?!" exclaimed Rita, still baffled as she watched son inhabiting her daughter body — getting ready to leave. The sight was surreal: her confident posture and the chosen clothes all made it obvious that the person inside wasn’t really her. Oscar, in Janice's body, rolled his eyes. "Mom, relax. We don’t know how long it’s going to take for Dad to fix the machine. And, look, Janice called me — she had this super important date with a guy from the university that she couldn’t miss. Like, it’s the guy ! So, she asked me to go in her place and just... you know, hold down the fort until we switch back." "Hold down the fort?" Rita repeated, incredulous. "You don’t even know what that means on a date! Besides, what are you going to do if he... well, tries to kiss you?" Oscar hesitated, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, Mom, it’s just a matter of pretending I’m Janice. I’ll figure it out.

Francis had always been a city boy. With a degree in agronomy, he believed he was about to make good money, but the saturated market ended up frustrating his plans. This led him to seek new opportunities in the countryside, moving to the farm of a well-known farmer, a friend of his father. Full of enthusiasm and modern ideas, he introduced himself as a researcher and soon set out to transform the rudimentary, chemical-free farm into a field of experiments. “We will triple the milk production,” Francis promised confidently. To prove his theory, he began feeding one of the cows an innovative compound he had created himself, full of animal supplements. “It is completely safe for human consumption,” he assured his boss. The farmer, suspicious but curious, replied: “Do whatever you want, but the milk from this cow will be discarded. And if you want to prove that it is safe, you can drink it as much as you want.” Francis accepted the challenge with gusto. Every day, he drank the “special” mi

Marcelo has always been a typical nerd: a tech whiz, passionate about science fiction, and a master at finding flaws in the script of any superhero movie. But his biggest weakness wasn't a buggy code, but Clara, the prettiest girl in the company. He spent his days dreaming of the right way to get her attention, but it seemed like she didn't even know he existed. Until one night, something extraordinary happened. A comet tore through the sky. "It's not very scientific and totally silly, but it doesn't hurt to make a wish," he thought. With anxiety running through his veins, he closed his eyes and said out loud: "I wish... to be irresistible to Clara!" The sky shone, the comet disappeared, and for a few seconds nothing happened. Marcelo smiled, already thinking it was nonsense. But then he felt something strange. A lightness in his body, a heat rising up his spine, and... did his shirt get tighter? Confused, he got up and went to the nearest mirror. An