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Nathan stared at the mirror, disbelief washing over him as the features of the woman reflected back seemed both familiar and entirely new. Nathalie. That was her true name now, a name that had always echoed deep within, but one he had never dared to speak aloud. The woman in the mirror radiated confidence and power — a leader, a successful businesswoman. But behind those fearless eyes lingered the remnants of Nathan, the man who once thrived, who had it all… except peace of mind. In the past, he had a brilliant career, wealth, status... but there was always a hollow space inside that no achievement could ever fill. A void that slowly consumed him, even as the world applauded his success. His disappearance months ago had been a cry for help that no one understood. It was the moment he realized it was time to confront what he truly needed to become. And now, after a transformation that was both physical and emotional, Nathalie was ready to return to the company. For the first time, as th...

( Mariana looks at Joe, incredulous and irritated, after seeing him holding the skimpy outfit he chose for her to wear. ) Joe : Mariana, what did you do? ( He looks at his own body, feeling a wave of heat as rapid changes start to take over. ) Mariana : Oh, Joe, isn’t this exactly what you wanted? To see a woman wearing that ridiculous outfit you bought? Well, I made sure it fits... perfectly . ( Joe tries to speak, but he feels his body shrinking and molding to fit the skimpy, revealing outfit, while Mariana watches him with a mix of anger and sarcasm. ) Mariana : You really thought I’d go to that company party just so you could show me off like a piece of meat? That I’d accept being your trophy? Well, now the one who’s going to shine in that outfit... is you . ( Joe, now with feminine features, long hair, and a sculpted body, looks at Mariana in shock, speechless. Mariana grabs the car keys and turns to leave. ) Mariana : Have fun, Joe. The party’s all yours now. Good luck dealing wi...

  Peter: What are you saying, Timmy? Why isn't the reversal spell working? Our deal was clear: I'll become your stepmother, go to school, fix whatever you did, and you'll return me to my body! Simple! Timmy: I've said it about 300 times, I did the incantations right! I even used the translator on my phone to make sure I pronounced it correctly, but the spell keeps failing. I'll try again. Let me translate the instructions for the initial spell... (Timmy points the camera at the page of the book, and the translator reads it.) Timmy: Hmm... It says here that the spell will only become permanent if, in the first 24 hours of the transformation, there is... some kind of intimate relationship. (Timmy looks up, pale.) Timmy: Dude, that's the only trigger for permanence! (Peter, now with a smile that mixes frustration and irony, sighs and gestures for Timmy to sit down.) Peter: Timmy... You better sit down. Remember how you said your dad was out of town? (Timmy starts t...

Jonas was startled when Emily, his best friend’s mother, called and asked him to come over to her house. At first, he thought something might have happened to his friend. Upon arriving, he was greeted by her, and before he could ask what was wrong, she spoke to him in a somewhat strange tone. "Look, Jonas," she began, her voice calm yet mysterious. "I always see you and my son together. You two are inseparable, aren’t you?" "Yes, ma’am. Since preschool, we’ve never been apart," Jonas replied, still confused by where this conversation was going. Emily crossed her arms and gave him an intrigued look. "Well, I have a proposal that could make sure you two spend even more time together." "What do you mean?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Well," she smiled, a sly smile that made Jonas feel slightly uneasy. "I’ve been wanting to experience a bit of my youth again. I did some research and found something interesting—an amulet t...

 Isabella watched in dismay as David applied lipstick with precision and adjusted the neckline of her tight dress. She crossed her arms, not hiding her concern. “David, my love... don’t you think this is going a little too far?” He chuckled playfully, not stopping his makeup application. “Relax, Isabella,” he said, with a confident smile as he adjusted the gloss on his lips and admired himself in the mirror. “It’s just a costume, just to have fun with the boys. Nothing special.” Isabella frowned, not being convinced so easily. “But you bought five women’s costumes, and all of them...” She let her gaze run over his silhouette, highlighting the contours of the dress. “Super sexy.” David shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Oh, my love, you know how much of a perfectionist I am. If one didn’t fit perfectly, I would have to go back to the store and try on more, of course.” He winked at her in the mirror. — And another thing, it's just a little party with the bo...

James awoke with a start, gasping for air. The surroundings were strange, cold, and dim lighting made it hard to see. He tried to move, but his body felt different, heavy in an unfamiliar way. "Where... where am I?" His voice sounded softer than he expected. "Calm down, you are safe," said a mysterious figure from the shadows. The silhouette stepped closer, revealing a man in a lab coat, his eyes gleaming with something between curiosity and excitement. "I... I remember an accident. Where is Alice?" James tried to sit up, but a wave of confusion and pain washed over him. His hands trembled as they touched his body, and something made him stop suddenly. He looked down. A pair of breasts...? Reality hit him like a thunderclap. He was in Alice’s body. "What happened?!" His mind raced in panic, trying to make sense of it all. "Yes, you were in a serious accident," the man said with disturbing calmness. "But I must tell you, in a way, y...

Father : Son, we need to talk. This thing about dressing like a woman... don’t you think it’s going too far? It’s been over six months! This was supposed to be a bet, not a lifestyle change... Son : Relax, Dad! It was just a joke at first. My followers said I couldn’t last a month like this, and I wanted to prove them wrong. And guess what? It worked out so well, my views skyrocketed! Father : Skyrocketed? Yeah... but what’s this I’m hearing about... implants? Tell me that’s just some internet gossip. Son : Oh, so you heard... Yeah, it’s true. I made a few "upgrades" — it’s all part of the show, you know? If I’m going to transform, I’m going all the way. And they loved it! Every time I go live, the donations just keep coming. Father : But do you hear yourself? Implants? This isn’t just entertainment anymore. Are you still... my son? Son : It’s still me, Dad. Just... with an upgrade. The body’s just part of the game, you know? At first, it was all a joke, but after a while... ...

Peter and Paul were sitting on Paul's couch, both holding their phones, swiping through dating app profiles with little enthusiasm. It was one of those rainy afternoons when frustration seemed to bubble up more easily. “Dude, this is all a scam,” Peter commented, tossing his phone onto the couch with a defeated expression. “No one ever matches with me. It doesn’t matter what I do.” Paul shrugged. “It’s always the same thing. Everyone just wants perfect looks, shallow lines, and that Instagram-worthy lifestyle. And here we are, being... normal.” Peter laughed, a bit bitterly. “Exactly. It should be simple, but it feels like if you don’t have that chiseled face or aren’t posting pics in some exotic place, forget about it.” They sat in silence for a few seconds, until Paul, as if struck by a sudden idea, said: “You know what? We should do the same thing they do. Let’s make a bet.” Peter raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?” “That’s right. We’ll fill our profiles with superfi...

 "Ah, Andrew... or should I say, Andie now? I see the state really went all out hiding you. I have to admit, the witness protection program has really stepped up their disguise game. Who would’ve thought the idea of turning you into a woman would be so convincing?" He circles around Andie, his eyes scanning every detail of her new feminine form. "The problem is, sweetheart, our people are embedded in every corner of the judicial system. That 'perfect solution' of changing your gender? That was just one more of our tricks. We wanted you like this—unrecognizable, invisible... submissive. The truth is, the man you used to be... died in that clinic." He leans in closer, his voice low, near her ear. "You know, Andie , you better get used to being like this now. Your documents, your life, your body... everything’s been reset. Every curve, every feminine touch you now carry is the price for trying to sell us out to the cops. Fair punishment, don’t you think?...

 After years of dominating the rap scene, Tyrone "Ty Bullet" Carter was synonymous with success and street respect. But that fame led him to cross paths with powerful people, and during a performance, he was ambushed — gunshots out of nowhere, almost costing him his life. Tyrone knew he couldn’t trust anyone. The industry was filled with envy, conspiracies, and betrayals, and he suspected that the hit had been ordered by none other than Marvin Steel , the ruthless owner of his record label, who no longer saw Ty as a valuable asset. Instead of going to the police, Ty faked his own death. To the world, he was dead and buried, another tragic star gone too soon. But Tyrone had a plan. He fled to South Korea, where he found the best plastic surgeons in the world, known for almost miraculous transformations. There, Ty disappeared for good, but not as a victim: he was reborn as Tiana Blaze , a seductive and talented singer who would soon capture the world's attention in the pop...

"Hey, miss! Sorry I'm late, work kept me longer than I expected. An old college buddy said he'd be waiting for me here... but, well, he didn’t mention he’d have such... lovely company. He said he was at this table. Have you seen him? Did he leave? Have you been here long? He texted me just a little while ago saying he had arrived." "Alex... I’m the one who sent you the message. I’ve been waiting for you since I got here." "Oh, right! You must be his girlfriend, huh? He always had good taste! Nice to meet you, I’m Alex." "No, sweetheart... I’m Peter. Your old college buddy." "Good one! Peter was never one for jokes like this... So, where is he? I really wanna know why he disappeared for so long." "Alex... listen. It’s me, Peter. Sit down... because this story is going to knock you off your seat." "What? Wait... Peter? No way... This has to be some kind of prank, right? A test, maybe... you’re messing with me. What ...

Son, I must say I'm very proud of you! You proved to me and everyone else that you didn't need to be my son to get where you are! Thank you, Dad. I'm glad you think so. But I must admit, your idea of ​​switching bodies with that girl, entering the company at the lowest level and becoming the boss... was a masterstroke. On Monday, I want you in my office - I'm going to make you my right-hand man. You've proven that you're more than capable. Okay, Dad, but... there's one thing. Janine and I talked it over, and we've decided that we're going to keep the switch permanent. She loved the spoiled playboy life, and I... well, I loved all of this here. What do you mean? Are you saying you're going to stay like... her? Forever? Are you giving up your inheritance to live this woman's life? Yes, Dad, that's right. You always told me to be more independent, to pursue my own fortune. And that's what I did. Now that I've achieved a brilliant car...

Wait a minute... you're telling me that you're Brian? The same Brian, the intern, who works with you? I don’t get it. Yes, darling, it’s me, the very same Brian. Three months ago, Diana called me into her office. She told me I was doing a fantastic job and asked if I wanted a promotion. Of course, I said yes! But when I asked what position, she just said, ‘I’d promote you… to my position. Would you accept being the boss?’ I was confused, but I agreed. And before I knew it, there I was... looking at myself from the other side of the desk! Her long hair was blocking my view, and when I finally saw my reflection in the window... there I was, in her body. What?! I don’t understand, why would she do that? Yeah, I was freaked out at first too, but she explained it all. She wanted a fresh start, a 'reboot.' She saw me as the perfect opportunity. Said I was just starting out in my career, and if I traded places with her, I’d get everything she had—stability, the top job, the li...

"The best part about dating a witch was that I always felt at my best: strong, healthy, full of energy and love to give. But then came the problem... My virility ended up turning against me when I decided to cheat on her. She didn't let it go. She cast a spell on me that was, without a doubt, the worst punishment I could imagine. Now, every time I look at a woman with desire... I instantly transform into a version of her. Not only that — I become an even more attractive and irresistible version, with clothes, makeup and accessories that scream for attention. Like a walking shop window, made to attract the hungry eyes of every man around." "The worst part? I've completely lost my love life. Every time I try to go out with a woman, everything goes down the drain. I can barely even get a date, because the moment I start to feel that attraction... boom! There I am, even hotter than her. I'm a walking spectacle, full of curves, impeccable makeup, and wearing the m...

What do you think of this look, Cristina? First of all, it's not Cristina... it's Mom. And secondly, it looks wonderful. I think his son will be completely enchanted. Now, if my meeting with his father doesn't work out... we still have your card to get closer to this millionaire family. Cristina... why are you doing this to me? Do you still have the nerve to ask? You bet our entire fortune on gambling, dragged yourself around for years going out with any woman you could find, as if our marriage was nothing. While you were having fun, they were emptying my assets. And then, as if that weren't enough, you even bet our house on this damned vice. But none of that justifies turning me into a woman... that's cruel. It can't just be revenge, Cristina. Revenge? Oh, my love, this isn't revenge. This is a strategy. I'm just using the resources I have left to take back everything you took from me. And right now, you're my greatest resource. Now stop whining and...

 – Dude, what are you doing in my bed? – Waiting for you, for heaven's sake. Weren't we supposed to watch the game together? The TV in the living room got damaged by that electric shock, remember? The same one that threw me into your girlfriend's body. – Okay, that makes sense... but what about the clothes? – Oh, I don't know. Among the options she had in her closet, this one seemed the most comfortable. – Comfortable? Dude, you know that these clothes aren't exactly for "relaxing" around, right? – Okay, you got me. I admit, I was curious. I wanted to see your reaction when you saw me like this. Ever since I fell into this body, it's weird, my heart races every time I'm near you... You know, I thought... since we have no idea when - or if - we'll switch, maybe we should... try it out. – Try it out? – Yeah. - He looked directly at his friend, his eyes fixed on his. I'm starting to wonder if this is just friendship or if it could be something...

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...

 Marcia, once known as Marcos, is sitting at the bar in a luxury club, wearing a red dress she never imagined she’d wear. Her gaze is distant, cutting through the lights and laughter around her. A new client approaches, curious. — You seem out of place. Shouldn’t you be... enjoying yourself? Marcia gives a bitter smile and takes a sip of her drink. — If I told you how I got here, you wouldn’t believe me. — Try me. I’ve got time. Marcia lets out a short, bitter laugh. — I used to be Marcos... a police informant, involved with the wrong people. I made a deal to turn in the mafia. Thought I’d walk away unscathed. Big mistake. They caught me before I could run. She pauses, looking at her drink as if it holds all the answers. — And what did they do? — They transformed me. Literally. Took me to some underground clinic. Strapped me to a table and said they’d give me a "new identity." I thought it was a joke. But it wasn’t. When I woke up... (she gestures to herself) this is what was...

Jason looked at himself in the mirror, in disbelief, but at the same time impressed with the result. He never imagined that Ian would actually be able to transform him into a perfect copy of his mother. All to save Ian's skin, who had been misbehaving and was now at risk of suspension, since the principal wanted to talk to a guardian. And with the stern promise from his parents that the next warning would be the last, Ian was in trouble. “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Jason muttered as he adjusted his shirt. He snorted, but couldn’t help but admire himself a little. “These makeup tutorials on the internet are truly a blessing. At least I won’t show up at school looking like a clown.” Jason took one last look in the mirror and, turning toward the door, joked to himself, “Yeah, I look pretty.” He barely had time to appreciate his own reflection when the bedroom door opened and Jason came face to face with Ian's father, who stopped in the doorway, his eyes widening as ...

As I left the hospital, the fresh air hit my face—or what was left of it, now sculpted in a way I barely recognized. Each step I took was a mix of pain and strangeness, as my newly transformed body adapted to the new reality. The life I knew had ended there, in that clinic. Now, a new journey awaited me. There was no turning back. “Roberta,” I thought, the name echoing in my mind like a sentence. Maria had won, but I wasn’t completely defeated. I needed to regroup, think fast. The money, the scam, the freedom… there was still time to regain control. Only now, I would have to play a different game. How did I get here? My partner and I were about to commit the crime of the century. Everything was meticulously planned. We had bought passports from countries where it was easy to get a new name, places with lenient laws and no extradition. The next step? Simple! A few cosmetic surgeries, assume new identities, and disappear, living the rest of our lives as wealthy ghosts. But Maria didn’t k...

  "Hey, Brian, smile and say 'cheese'!" "Wait, Auntie! I already told you, no pictures!" Brian’s voice was muffled by the blonde wig dangling in his face as he awkwardly adjusted the flowery apron, struggling to hold the feather duster. "I never said no pictures ," she shot back, phone in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. "And besides, it was you who decided to drive the maid home after work. Now look—car accident! And I even asked, ‘Are you sure you didn’t drink, Brian?’ What did you say?" "It was an accident!" Brian repeated for the tenth time, staring down at the uncomfortable stockings clinging to his legs. "And you didn’t have to make me wear this !" "This isn’t a punishment, darling. It’s a lesson ," she replied with a satisfied grin. "Now get back to work. There’s dust everywhere. And please, smile . The first picture didn’t come out well." Brian, utterly defeated, forced a smile and h...

Wait a minute... Are you telling me you're Dr. White? That our time travel study was correct, but we didn’t have the technology to build the machine? How did this even happen? And why, for the love of God, are you in Miss Paula’s body? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. But please, listen carefully. Our theory was right. But with the limited funding we had, we were forced to create something... more modest." — Paula’s soft voice sounded strange with Dr. White's serious tone. "At best, we managed to create a device that allowed us to communicate with different time periods, moving a few years into the future, trying to borrow advanced technologies from there and bring them back to our 'present'. And that worked? You were borrowing technology from the future... and no one noticed? At first, yes. We kept improving the technology, increasing our ability to communicate through time, but..." — he hesitates for a second, looking down at his delicate hands, as if still...

"Let me get this straight," Douglas said, raising an eyebrow. "You disappeared for a year after the divorce, went to Thailand for the full reassignment package. For the past three months, you've been exchanging spicy messages with your ex-wife's new husband—the guy who caused your divorce in the first place. And now you're meeting him to, uh... 'formalize' your little affair?" He made air quotes. "So, why exactly did you call me here?" Ruppert smirked mischievously, shrugging as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Oh, with him it’s just for fun, you know? I want her to feel the same way I did. Payback!" He winked. Douglas blinked, still confused. "Okay... and what does that have to do with me?" "With you... well, I was thinking... after I wrap up this whole thing, how about we grab a beer? Chat a bit, you know, chill?" Douglas laughed, shaking his head. "So, you're asking me to be the ...

Nathan was camping with his family when, around the campfire, they noticed a strange light in the sky. What seemed like a shooting star quickly turned into something far more unusual as the light approached, and a blinding flash engulfed the campsite. When their vision returned, the family was stunned to see a metallic object landed before them. Terrified, they hid behind Nathan. A door on the craft opened, and three beautiful, slender women emerged, communicating telepathically: "We come in peace. We traveled light-years after detecting a transmission from your planet, which saved our species from extinction due to a lack of genetic diversity. We’ve discovered that your DNA is compatible with ours." Nathan and Brian, fascinated by the aliens, immediately volunteered to help. The three creatures exchanged glances and, without warning, raised strange devices, scanning Nathan and Brian's bodies. Their voices echoed in their minds again. "We believe that in order to ens...