Crossdreams: Fantasy Transformation Fiction — Stories of Magic, Identity and Change

The “Great Event” still defied science. No one could explain why, in the blink of an eye, the essence and anatomy of people nearby had somehow become mixed together in a sort of biological Russian roulette. Unfortunately for Paul, he had been at home surrounded by women: his wife, his teenage daughter, and the family’s housekeeper. The physical transformation was devastating. Paul watched his calloused bricklayer’s arms shrink, replaced by soft, almost luminous skin. His silhouette gained generous curves that he recognized from the housekeeper, while his impossibly defined waist seemed to have been borrowed from some other adult woman caught in the phenomenon. He raised his hands to his face. His rugged beard was gone. In its place were delicate features, his wife’s magnetic smile, and, to his absolute horror, the voluminous, impeccably styled hair of Mrs. Greta, the neighborhood gossip. Except it wasn’t quite the same. The hair was now glossy black, carefully curled and pinned...

Marco had always been the kind of man who seemed to take up too much space wherever he went. Big, muscular, loud, and blessed with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, he had spent most of his life believing that intimidating people was a kind of talent. Back in high school, nobody dared stand up to him. And one of his favorite targets had been Rafael. Rafael was his complete opposite. Thin, quiet, intelligent, and always carrying some book or notebook under his arm, he was exactly the kind of kid Marco enjoyed picking on. Nicknames, shoving, humiliating jokes in front of their classmates... Marco had never imagined that the quiet nerd would one day become the person he would desperately need. Life, however, had a peculiar sense of humor. Marco was accused of a crime he hadn't committed. No matter how much he insisted he was innocent, the evidence was overwhelming. Witnesses, records, images, and documents all pointed in the same direction: toward him. After months of t...

Ricardo Almeida was the owner of Almeida & Associates , one of the most prestigious law firms in the city. At forty-five, he had everything a man could ask for: money, success, a beautiful home, a respectable marriage, and a career built over decades. He also had a mistress. The affair with his secretary had lasted six months before his wife finally discovered it. The argument that followed was explosive. Ricardo tried to explain. He tried to justify himself. He even tried blaming the stress of running the firm. None of it worked. At the height of her anger, his wife opened a small box that had belonged to her grandmother and pulled out an old amulet. She held it toward him and spoke words Ricardo would never forget. "Everything you touch from now on will remind you of what you've done. It will transform you into the most sensual and vulnerable version of yourself." The amulet flashed. Ricardo laughed nervously. He shouldn't have. The next morning, Ri...

Every student in the classroom stared in disbelief at the new teacher who had just walked through the door. A few exchanged discreet glances. Others simply stopped talking. Most of them, however, looked relieved. After all, following nearly a year of dealing with the possibility of having Harold Quinton back in that classroom, any substitute teacher would have been welcomed as a blessing. Harold Quinton had been a Science teacher for more than twenty years. At fifty-eight, he had thinning gray hair, a prominent belly, permanent dark circles beneath his eyes, and a temperament so sour that his students had given him a nickname they would never dare say to his face: The Grumpy One. He hated noise. He hated questions he considered obvious. He hated group projects. And, above all, he hated the very subject he taught. Not because he didn't understand science. Quite the opposite. Harold was extremely competent. The problem was that, somewhere along the way, he had simply s...

Marcos only wanted to save his failing auto shop. Instead, a magical fairy transformed him into a beautiful mechanic—and business suddenly exploded. Now he has to deal with packed garages, a brand-new identity, and a magical contract that may be permanent!  Marcos was one month away from closing the shop. And this time, he wasn't exaggerating. The bills were stacked across his desk, the rent was overdue, and the phone had practically stopped ringing. Even the old calendar hanging on the wall seemed to judge him every time he walked past it. That afternoon, Marcos was alone in the garage, scrubbing grease off a wrench that was probably older than he was. “That's it...” he muttered, staring at the ceiling. “One more week and I'm selling hot dogs for a living.” Then he noticed a strange smell. First came the familiar scent of burnt oil. Then something completely different. Lavender. Marcos wrinkled his nose. “Lavender?” A small cloud of pink smoke began pouring out ...

"Who on earth thought measuring recipes in cups was a good idea?" Who measures things in cups, ounces and tablespoons? Where are the milliliters? The grams? A precision scale? A beaker? A pipette? Anything remotely scientific? How was anyone supposed to reproduce a formula with instructions like "a pinch," "a heaping spoonful," or "bake until golden" ? "This is barbaric..." Dr. Alan muttered as he stared at the open cookbook lying on the counter. There was another problem. The oven's dial simply read Medium . Medium wasn't a unit of measurement. Without knowing whether the temperature was actually 180°C, the entire recipe was nothing more than statistical guesswork. "This is my fourth attempt... hopefully this reaction— I mean, dessert— finally works." He carefully stirred the simmering berry filling, wearing pale pink gloves that, much to his annoyance, matched the red polka-dot dress surprisingly well. T...