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When the Workshop Changed Sides

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Some lessons cannot be learned from books. Others only come when you are forced to live, in your own skin, what you once did to others. In the small workshop on the corner, Joel was almost a legend. Not for his mechanical skills, but for his reputation of never missing a chance to cheat a woman. The moment a female client parked her car, insecure and unsure, he would appear with an endless list of invisible problems, inflated prices, and technical explanations no one could challenge. Joel felt no guilt. To him, it was simply “part of the business.” Until the day he met a witch. What should have been just another ordinary customer ended in a curse. With a few whispered words and a cold stare, Joel woke up the next morning transformed into a beautiful young woman. The punishment was clear: to feel, in his own body, what it meant to be treated as foolish, deceived, underestimated. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. The workshop did not empty. It filled. The clientele changed — now alm...
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When Lives Change Places

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She never deserved that life. Not for a single day. She had everything — comfort, stability, someone who truly loved her — and still she chose to betray him. Not just any man, but my best friend. The one who trusted her with the kind of innocence only deep love can create. So no, I feel no remorse at all. Swapping bodies with her was not a mistake. It was justice. Now she is the one waking up early to a meaningless job, facing indifferent bosses, returning every night to an empty apartment. She is the one trying — and failing — to understand this “unexpected” situation that has become her new prison. Meanwhile, I have the best the world can offer. I have someone who loves me — or at least loves deeply this body I now inhabit. I have affection, desire, tenderness. I have the life she wasted, and that I chose, without guilt, to claim as my own. She is there, alone and confused. And I am here, living exactly the life she never knew how to value.
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Blue, Pink, and the Curse of Words

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Some sentences seem harmless. Small certainties repeated without thought, inherited from an old world. But there are words that do more than hurt — they awaken spells. I know. I shouldn’t have said those stupid sexist things to my wife. It had been months — maybe years — of weaving careless remarks, bitter jokes, small certainties thrown into the air as if they were universal truths. Always thinking it was just an opinion, just a joke, just an old-fashioned way of seeing the world. But I never imagined the breaking point would be something so trivial. “Boys wear blue. Girls wear pink.” A simple sentence. Almost childish. And yet, it was the one that made everything spill over. I was still finishing the phrase when I saw her expression change. A strange silence settled in the room. Then, in a low voice, she whispered a handful of odd words — harsh syllables that didn’t seem to belong to any language I knew. The world spun. When the dizziness faded, I was no longer myself. Or...
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Borrowed Youth, Forbidden Evening

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“I’m heading out, everyone. Don’t wait up for me.” The sentence fell lightly into the living room, almost casual, as if it didn’t carry the weight of a scandal behind it. “Heading out? Like this? Where exactly do you think you’re going dressed that way?” “To meet my boyfriend,” I replied, smoothing the sheer fabric of the black dress with a calm that surprised even me. There was a brief, dangerous silence. “My… my daughter’s boyfriend?” Mark finally said, his voice breaking on the last word. “Well,” I shrugged softly, “yes. Technically, that’s how this story started. But now he’s my boyfriend.” “You can’t be serious. That’s my daughter’s  body you’re wearing. That’s her life.” “And I know that better than anyone,” I said gently. “Which is why we talked about it. A lot. She doesn’t want this insane body swap to turn into another prison for me.” I walked toward the mirror, adjusting the neckline with practiced hands. “I don’t know how long I’ll be trapped in this young...
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When the Sky Fell into Two Forms

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Some encounters change destinies. Others change bodies. That night, Jason and Tonny did not merely witness something that should never have landed on Earth — they became part of an experiment that belonged to no human laboratory. And the price of curiosity would be paid in their own flesh. Jason and Tonny would never forget that night. As they stepped outside, they saw something in the sky that defied all explanation: a strange, pill-shaped object gliding silently between the clouds. Driven by a mixture of fear and fascination, they followed the glowing trail to a secluded clearing in a park far from the city. That was where everything began. A hatch opened, and two creatures emerged from the craft. Without any sound of engines, the object tilted horizontally, tore through the sky in an impossible movement… and vanished. The silence it left behind felt unnatural. One of the creatures removed a small metallic device and pointed it at the other. A beam of light sliced through the air....
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Golden Exit Clauses [Part 4]

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Project Chimera does not recruit heroes. It recruits leverage — and rewards those who know how to use it. Linda was exhausted by a marriage that had stopped pretending to have a future. Years of compromise, postponed plans, and a husband who seemed permanently anchored to a battered desk and an aging computer that struggled to open two spreadsheets at once. When Ethan came home talking about a classified recruitment program promising extraordinary pay for agents willing to undergo “adaptive reassignment,” Linda didn’t laugh. She read the paperwork. Every clause. Every bonus. Every upfront payment. And then she made the decision for him. The initial compensation alone was enough to guarantee a divorce settlement that would change her life. Whatever Ethan earned afterward would only sweeten the exit. To Linda, Project Chimera wasn’t a risk — it was an opportunity. Ethan, true to form, complied. He had spent years buried in routine, invisible within the agency. The transfer out o...
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When Names Become Chains [Part 3]

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In espionage, aliases protect you. Hearing your real name means the game is already over. For Agent Peter, the illusion collapsed the moment he heard his real name spoken aloud. Espionage and counterintelligence are never opposing forces — they coexist, feed each other, and often betray each other. Inside intelligence agencies themselves, information is currency, and loyalty is temporary. Peter understood that better than most. Years earlier, he had successfully infiltrated a major security-focused Big Tech firm, extracting proprietary systems and selling them piece by piece to the highest bidder. The operation was flawless. His reputation soared. Within the agency, Peter became untouchable — a model operative, a legend in controlled rooms. So when Project Chimera opened recruitment, Peter didn’t hesitate. He claimed it would be easy. That he could infiltrate the program, steal its classified research, and disappear richer than ever. Fate — or calculation — seemed to favor him. He ...
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