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

Some mornings open like false doors: you think you’re stepping into your usual routine, but the day quietly reroutes you toward a version of someone you thought you knew. That was the mood hanging in the air when Victor pulled up in front of Paul’s house and noticed a stylish woman waiting by the gate — calm, composed, almost expectant. When he parked, she approached his window as if everything were perfectly normal. — Let’s go. Victor froze mid-blink, trying to align reality with what he was seeing. — Miss… sorry, I think you’re at the wrong address. She laughed softly, the kind of laugh that already knew him. — I’m not at the wrong place. It’s me. Paul. The world tilted just enough to make Victor grip the steering wheel. — Paul… what? She — he — sighed, as if finally delivering a confession to the universe. — My wife saw the pictures from our fishing trip . The girls you guys brought “for company,” the beers, the bonfire… She said that’s no place for a married man. I insist...

He rested a hand on the doorway, watching me with that mix of disbelief and cautious curiosity that always softened his voice. “You’re really not upset that my wife switched bodies with you?” “Upset?” I laughed — a warm, unexpected laugh that didn’t feel borrowed from her voice, but newly grown in my chest. “Not at all. Honestly… I’m enjoying this more than I should.” I stepped closer, smoothing a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear, still amazed at how naturally the gesture came. “She’s always been stunning — you know that. When I gave her my personal trainer card, she thought I was calling her fat. But that wasn’t the point. I wanted to help polish what was already breathtaking, give her that little push to feel even better in her own skin.” My smile tilted, half amused, half surrendered to the bizarre miracle we were living. “And then she goes and does this … swapping bodies like it’s a weekend hobby. But there’s a bright side: now I get to prove, with my own hands, exactl...

Robson had been joking with his wife, teasing her because she hadn’t accepted that absurd proposal her boss had made. “Well, if I were in your place, I would’ve taken it without thinking twice. A raise like that would really come in handy.” She didn’t take the joke lightly. She looked straight into his eyes, her expression steady, and said, “If you wanted that promotion so badly… and think it’s worth that much, then go ahead — do it in my place .” Everything went dark before he could reply. When his vision slowly returned, Robson felt the world spin around him. His body was being squeezed by clothes that were anything but comfortable, his skin brushed by long hair falling over his face… and the unsettling sensation of curves he knew , just never from this side . He tried to process the impossible, still disoriented, when the sound of the shower suddenly stopped. A man’s voice came from the bathroom doorway: “I’m glad you finally accepted the offer…” And right then, Robson underst...

Dave tugged the hood up as if trying to fold himself into the shadows, hiding his freshly made-up face. Too late. Maria had already spotted him, sharp-eyed, amused, and very aware. She let out a short, playful laugh, pretending to her boyfriend that she simply found “the mysterious hooded girl” funny. But inside, she savored the irony: she knew exactly who that girl was. Maria had never liked Dave’s influence. To her, he was a walking spark of chaos, always dragging her boyfriend into late-night adventures filled with music, trouble, and, mostly, women. Dave and her boyfriend were inseparable, twin storms always plotting their next escape into places that made Maria roll her eyes. Until one day, in a moment that felt almost like a spell cast out of irritation, Maria thought: If Dave loves being around those girls so much, why not let him experience that… fully? And he did. Now there Dave stood: new curves, a soft voice, a face that flickered between charm and nerves. A new life s...

Ryan blinked several times, trying to make sense of his own thoughts. The reflection in the glass beside him — long hair, accentuated curves, that dress he would never have chosen — only made everything feel more surreal. “I… I don’t understand,” he said, taking a breath, his voice coming out higher than he remembered. “Where is my payment? And why am I in your wife’s body?” Herbert leaned back in the armchair with an almost irritating calm, crossing his legs as if he finally had all the time in the world. “Well,” he began, a satisfied smile forming on his face, “ this is your payment. You wanted enough money to prove that my wife was stabbing me in the back, siphoning funds, hiding investments… and you did. Now, as her , you’re entitled to half my fortune . That’s far more than the little sum you asked for. Quite the deal, if you think about it.” “That wasn’t our agreement,” Ryan protested, gripping the arms of the chair for balance, still not used to the unfamiliar weight and po...

“Ethan, for the last time,” Richard insisted, hands moving as if he were trying to push a point through the air, “the witness protection program is the one that chooses everything — new identities, new address, new jobs… all of it. I don’t have any control over these decisions, son.” “Dad, come on,” Ethan replied, giving him a doubtful stare. “You really think you’re not getting too comfortable in this new role? You’re seriously going to that ‘happy hour’ dressed like that?” “Of course I am,” Richard answered, smoothing the front of his outfit with surprising naturalidade. “We need to blend in perfectly. Until everything is resolved, our lives are still at risk. Once we testify, then we can go back to our normal routines.” Ethan sighed and looked away. “Dad… I don’t think that’s how it’s going to work. I overheard that woman — the one who took us to that crazy machine that gave us these ‘new identities.’ She said the procedure was a one-way trip. And considering the kind of crimin...

“ Come on, Dad, I’m ready! ” Samuel announced as he stepped into the room. Paul froze, blinking twice before managing to form a single coherent thought. “ What… what exactly are you wearing, young man? ” he asked, teetering between shock and disbelief. Samuel let out a long sigh, the kind of sigh de quem já explicou aquilo mil vezes naquele dia. “ Oh, please , go complain to Mom,” he said, waving a hand. “This whole insane idea of swapping my body with your secretary just to see if you were having an affair was hers , remember? And now, thanks to that brilliant plan, I’m stuck in this body. Don’t even think about blaming me. And thank God the poor woman has no idea how she ended up in the body of a teenage boy — we told her some cosmic freak event caused everything and she bought it.” Paul rubbed his face, trying to organize his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Your mother honestly believed that switching you two right there, during those few tiny minutes of my commute time to wor...

“Can you hurry up? We’re going to be late for the dinner!” Charles shouted from the hallway, still struggling to straighten his tie. “Nope, can’t do it!” Antony replied, stepping out of the closet looking completely overwhelmed. “There are so many options I don’t even know what goes with what anymore!” Charles looked him up and down and pressed a hand to his forehead. “Antony… what is that you’re wearing? You just had to pick one dress so we could leave. That’s it! Remember, my wife is on an international trip and couldn’t come with me. So please, just choose a dress and let’s go.” Antony lifted his chin with practiced elegance. “Alright, alright, I’ll figure it out. But darling, you cannot rush a woman.” He disappeared back into the closet, shuffling hangers as if he were choosing a battle outfit. “Oh! Found it. I think I’ll wear this short one… it needs to make a good impression, you know? But nothing too flashy.” Charles rolled his eyes, but deep down he found the situation a...

When our girlfriends said they wanted to switch bodies with us, I honestly thought it was so we could share new experiences together — something symbolic, fun, maybe even a different kind of bonding. But then they just walked out the door to grab some drinks and relax, exactly like we usually do on Wednesday nights… “Well, yeah,” I said with an awkward laugh. “I guess there’s a lesson here for us: maybe it’s time we start treating them better and giving them a little more attention, huh?” “I agree,” you said. “But now… are we really going to waste all this effort we put into getting ready for them?” “Not much else to do,” I shrugged. “Wanna play some video games while we wait for them to come back?” “Sure. And who knows — if we’re lucky, maybe we’ll still get to stick to the original plan later. I’m dying of curiosity…”

That revolutionary treatment truly changed my life. The constant aches that had followed me for years simply vanished. My agility came back, my flexibility too — as if someone had turned back the clock. The wrinkles faded away, and my hair grew in stronger, shinier, and healthier than ever before. Of course, my family and a few friends didn’t react so well to all these changes. To them, seeing me — a seventy-year-old man — celebrating such a dramatic result felt far too strange. Some even asked if I wasn’t overdoing it, if this wasn’t “too much for someone my age.” Well, I told them the only truth that matters: “I gained far more than I lost.” And now, I’m finally enjoying my retirement the way I always dreamed — with lightness, vitality, and the wonderful feeling of having been given a second chance.

The idea of having three wishes always felt like something out of a fairy tale — something everyone secretly dreams of experiencing someday. I was heading home after another exhausting day at work, just wanting a shower and some sleep, when something glimmering among the stones caught my attention. It was an old lamp, the kind you only see in movies and cartoons. It almost felt as if it had been placed there just for me . On impulse — and half laughing at myself — I rubbed the lamp like in those classic cartoons. To my complete shock, a genie appeared in a burst of light and declared that I had the right to three wishes. Without overthinking it, I went straight for the basics — simple, quick, sincere: “I wish I didn’t have to work anymore.” “I want health and beauty.” “I want to find a great love.” I blinked. And when I opened my eyes again, the world had completely changed. I was standing inside a seaside mansion overlooking a green-blue ocean that looked like something out o...

“Okay… you seriously think I’m going to go through with this?” Mario muttered, adjusting the strap of the lingerie as if he still couldn’t believe his own reflection. “Of course you are,” Ethan shot back without hesitation. “That was the deal.” “The deal ,” Mario stressed, raising a finger, “was to help formalize the ceremony. The real bride ran off with one of the groomsmen weeks ago, remember? At no point did I agree to be your ‘wife’ indefinitely, much less… —” he gestured at his own body “— participate in all of this!” Ethan folded his arms, watching him with a calm, almost teasing patience. “From the way you acted at the reception… so dedicated, so careful… those improvised vows… I figured you were already getting into character.” “Of course not!” Mario snapped — a bit too quickly. “I’m a man! I only agreed to this because I owed you. And that debt will be paid after tonight, end of story!” But the truth was different. Mario was having way more fun with the situation than ...

The world of quantum physics is the kind of place where common sense goes to die. And no one knew that better than Dr. Hanz and Dr. Montes — two brilliantly reckless scientists powered by curiosity, caffeine, and a complete lack of supervision. After months tinkering with their experimental time-travel capsule , they decided to run a short jump: just a few days into the future, inside the same lab. Nothing too bold. Nothing that could go that wrong. They pressed the button. Flash. A vibrating hum. A strange sensation of “something inside me just got rearranged.” Then… silence. Montes opened his eyes and immediately noticed three issues: His vision was perfect — where were his glasses? Something long and silky was brushing his shoulder. His waist was being squeezed by something that definitely violated every ergonomic standard known to science. He pulled a lock of hair forward: blonde, long, flawless. Then he looked down… and saw a vintage-style corset cinching his waist, a set of gla...

After the chemical accident, Joseph was still struggling to understand this new version of himself. Four months had passed, and even com a licença longa que a empresa deu, he still didn’t feel adapted—not to the changes, not to the stares, and definitely not to the clothes he now had to get used to. The leave ended tomorrow. He had to go back. Standing in the dressing room, Joseph adjusted the red top, took a steadying breath, and snapped a picture. He opened the chat with the one friend who hadn’t disappeared after the accident. “So… does this outfit look okay for my first day back? Well, not my first day—I’ve worked there for twenty years. But it’s my first day in this new… situation. Also my first day in the new role, which I still don’t even know. Something basic, apparently.” He sent it and waited. The reply came almost instantly—a flood of star and heart emojis, way more flirty than he expected. It made him smile despite himself. Maybe the friendship was turning into som...

“I told you your crush wanted to switch bodies with me… who knows why, right?” Of course Robert knew exactly why — even while pretending to be surprised. Ana had always been curious about what it was like to live as a man, and on top of that, she knew all too well about Robert’s massive crush on Paul. For her, the body swap was half experiment, half opportunity… and for him, an unexpected chance to finally get Paul’s attention. In the end, nobody lost: Ana got to fulfill her secret fantasy of trying life in a male body, Robert finally had the perfect chance to get closer to Paul without so much fear, and Paul… well, Paul ended up with two versions of the people he liked the most, each discovering new sides of themselves. It was supposed to be just a temporary spell — but the way things were going, it was starting to look like everyone was enjoying the “little experiment” way too much.

Evan had worked at Big Valley Ranch for years, and everybody there knew exactly what kind of man he was: stiff as a fence post, always cracking jokes no one laughed at, and constantly making inappropriate comments toward both the guys and the girls on staff. He walked around like he owned the place — and like no one could ever call him out. Then the ranch got bought by an international conglomerate . Along with the paperwork came new rules, stricter oversight, and an HR department that didn’t play around. Evan got the message straight: either he fixed his behavior fast , or he’d be out on his ear. The alternative they offered sounded like a prank — “a pilot program to teach empathy by walking a mile in the shoes of the people he’d mistreated the most.” Evan laughed in their faces. Absolutely not. But then he saw the stack of complaints, the threat of termination, the pay deduction… and suddenly he wasn’t laughing anymore. What he didn’t realize was that the program was literal . And...

“Fine, I admit it… they do look good. Too good, actually. But I understand why you’re complaining,” she said, calmly crossing her legs. “They’re uncomfortable, they draw attention, they’re hard to match… I get it. Now please, turn me back into your husband. I swear I’ll never try to force my choices on you again. And seriously… why does everything I wear turn into the most exaggerated version possible?” She gave a small, knowing smile — the kind that said she’d been waiting for that question. “My love… weren’t you the one who kept saying that if you were a woman, you’d do everything to look attractive? That you’d make the most of your beauty, that you’d turn heads wherever you went? Well then. I simply made you exactly the way you always described. Nothing distorted. Nothing invented. Just… enhanced. Like you said yourself: ‘your new attributes will be a hit.’ ” Her smile widened, now carrying a teasing glint. “And as for the next few weeks… oh, they’re going to be difficult, yes. ...

The first thing she noticed upon waking was the weight of the wedding ring on her finger—a ring that wasn't hers. Then, her reflection in the mirror. The eyes were familiar, but everything else screamed strange. The voice behind her sounded calm, almost serene: "Finally awake. I thought you'd sleep forever." She turned. The man sitting in the armchair watched her with a cup of coffee and a look that mixed anger and relief. "What did you do to me?" she whispered, her voice trembling, trapped in a body that reacted in ways she didn't understand. "Me?" he gave a half-smile. "I only fulfilled the agreement. You said you wanted to understand what I felt, didn't you? That I exaggerated, that jealousy was weakness... Well, the spell agreed with you. Now, for a week, you'll live exactly what I lived." She took a step back, feeling the light fabric of her nightgown move with the air. "This is a joke." “No, love,” he replied, ...

Antony had crossed almost every item off his long list of unfinished business. The man who once tasted rock bottom — hunger, debt, and cold nights on the streets — had finally turned his life around. It all began last year, when, with the last bit of money he had, he bought a lottery ticket. Against all odds, he won. Millions hit his account overnight, and just like that, the world stopped laughing at him. Slowly, carefully, Antony rebuilt his life. He paid off his debts, restored his pride, and even learned to smile again. Everything was finally in order… except for one thing. His ex-wife. When Antony’s world collapsed, she was quick to trade him for a younger man — and took a good portion of his savings with her. Now, he was ready to even the score. Months of preparation had led to this moment. Expensive procedures, gym sessions, stylists, skincare routines — a complete rebirth. The mirror no longer showed the man he used to be. And that was the point. The new image — bold,...

“Let me get this straight, James…” he began, folding his arms. “You vanished out of nowhere a few days ago. Then, mysteriously, all the wives from our friend group just happen to take some time off to ‘handle family matters’ far away from their husbands. And now you show up, saying you were cursed, that you’re actually James… trapped in the body of one of the married women you had an affair with? Did I get that right?” James sighed, brushing back a strand of hair that didn’t belong to him. “Man, it’s hard to explain any other way, but… yeah. That’s exactly it.” “Okay…” his friend said, eyeing him from head to toe. “So what proof do you have that you’re really Vivian? I mean, the hair’s the same, the height, the weight… even that little scar on her heel.” “Oh, she’d never know the score of our last three games,” James said, smirking faintly. “Or who scored each goal. And definitely not that Fred got so drunk at the last one he fell asleep inside the goalpost .” His friend blinked,...

A freak accident made my coworker wake up in my wife’s body — and now he’s way too comfortable with it. “What are you doing? You’re changing clothes now?” “Changing? Why? This outfit’s perfect!” Dave froze, jaw dropping. “Perfect? My wife would never go out dressed like that!” Nathan raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips. “Never go out like this? Come on, if it was in her closet, she definitely wears it. No tags, still smells like fabric softener — so yeah, it’s been worn recently. If it wasn’t with you, then... who was it with?” Dave stammered. “That’s not what I meant! Look, I know you’re in her body, but that doesn’t give you the right to expose yourself like that.” Nathan smirked. “Expose myself? I’m the one driving, remember? And I’m not complaining if she, in my body, walks around in shorts and a tank top.” Dave crossed his arms, frustrated. “That’s different. Guys are going to stare at you! How can you be so calm about that?” “Let them stare,” Nathan said, shrugging. “She’s got...

Who would ever worry about being “chosen” for a dream vacation at the beach ? Well… Brian did. And with good reason. For starters, he didn’t remember entering any contest. It wasn’t even his vacation time. And worst of all — that sun-kissed body lounging by the pool wasn’t his . When the Great Shift happened, everyone was caught off guard — literally switched into someone else’s body. Brian just happened to wake up in a luxury resort, trapped in the body of a woman who was clearly ready for some serious rest and relaxation. For three long days, no one came forward to claim the body. All Brian could piece together about the real owner came from the phone’s biometrics: a few selfies, social media chats, and the name registered at the front desk. Everything was already paid for — the full vacation package. It would’ve been perfect, if it weren’t so… weird. So, he did the only thing that made sense: he called home. His wife, thankfully — or perhaps cruelly — was one of the few not a...

When I first heard the rumors—your “retirement,” the sudden move to another continent, that luxurious mansion by the sea—then the mysterious “niece” stepping in to run your empire... I knew exactly what had happened. “You actually called that number on the card, didn’t you?” I asked. A soft laugh came from the other end, smooth and melodic. “Very perceptive of you, Daniel. I thought after those six months, you’d forgotten all about that strange little episode.” “Forgotten?” I exhaled. “I was just waiting for the confirmation. What did surprise me was that you—of all people—decided to swap bodies with a woman instead of some young guy.” “Well,” she— he —paused. “Those six months of waiting weren’t exactly by choice. None of the young men I approached wanted to trade their youth for luxury. And I was growing impatient… eager to see if the experiment would really work. Then she appeared. Said she’d do anything for her family, that she needed money more than anything else. I hesitated...

“Alright, young man, turn off that video game. It’s way past your bedtime.” “What? Dude, you know very well you’re not my mom. You’re just temporarily in her body until we figure out how to switch you back.” “I know, but I have to keep up appearances. I only agreed to that body-swap spell to help you out, remember? I didn’t expect the reversal to fail.” “Yeah, well, my mom thinks the whole thing was some kind of cosmic freak event.” “Exactly. Only the three of us know what really happened. Your dad still has no idea, which means we need to act like everything’s perfectly normal.” “‘Normal’? You call that normal? Look at what you’re wearing!” “What? It was in her wardrobe. Technically, it’s my wardrobe now. I just decided to… try it on.” “Try it on?! You look like you’re about to star in a perfume commercial!” “Well, someone has to keep the character believable, don’t you think?” He sighed and dropped the controller on the couch. “This is getting weirder by the minute…” “W...

“I’m starting to wonder if this was really the best choice…” “Come on, it was either adding things or removing things from us, remember?” They both laughed,  the kind of laugh that hides a little panic, while posing for yet another photo under the golden lights of the Velvet Mirage Casino. Once upon a time, they were just two unlucky gamblers who thought they could beat the house. Then came the debt. Then came the “offer.” “When the boss said we could work it off by ‘adding new assets,’ I thought he meant... financial ones!” “Yeah, and when he said we’d ‘light up the stage,’ I didn’t realize he meant literally in sequins and heels!” Now, with lashes longer than their to-do lists and smiles brighter than the slot machines, they’d become the casino’s most glamorous cautionary tale. “At least he said if we keep smiling, the debt goes down faster.” “Then start smiling, babe, because I still owe him three months and a pair of earrings.” They clinked their pink cocktails and struck anoth...

When Elliot lost his job, he thought it was the end of the line. After years trapped in the same gray routine, being laid off felt like life itself had pulled the rug from under him. That’s when his friend Marcus stepped in with a simple offer: “Come stay with me for a while. Help me around the house, and we’ll figure things out.” Elliot agreed. At first, he just did the basics — dishes, laundry, cooking whatever didn’t burn. But slowly, something shifted. He started making schedules, labeling shelves, even comparing cleaning products like a scientist. Before long, the place was spotless — and for the first time in months, so was his mind. What began as a favor became a mission. And then one day, he thought, half-jokingly: “If I’m going to do this, I might as well look the part.” Laughing to himself, Elliot put together a “modern butler” outfit to surprise Marcus when he came home. That house already had the shape and order of a masculine presence. What it lacked was the opposite ...

Julian heard the click of heels coming down the hallway. When the sound stopped, he turned around — and almost dropped his glass. “Dude… what the hell are you wearing?” Leaning casually against the doorframe, Brian brushed a lock of hair from his shoulder, still clearly not used to the heels. “Well, I got dressed. Weren’t we going out?” he replied, trying to keep his balance. Julian blinked. “Yeah, but… like that?” “Of course!” Brian said, striking a playful pose. “These were the clothes in your wife’s closet. I mean, technically it’s my closet now, right?” “It’s not your closet,” Julian snapped. “It’s hers! I still believe the scientists are gonna fix this whole Great Shift madness .” Brian shrugged. “From what I’ve seen online, it’s permanent. And honestly? I’m getting used to it. After all the cosmetic work your wife had done, it’d be a crime to hide any of this. She clearly wanted to show it off — and I totally respect that! The new tenant in this body is me now.” Julian rubbed h...

Julie opened the door and froze, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, right in front of her, stood “her sister” — or rather, her sister’s body — dressed in red lace lingerie and striking poses in front of the mirror with alarming focus. Julie cleared her throat loudly. “Would you care to explain what’s going on here?” Alan , now inhabiting Jannet’s body, jumped a little and turned around, visibly flustered as he tried to cover what was already covered. “Well… I have a date tonight with your sister’s boyfriend. Technically, he’s my boyfriend now, isn’t he? You were the one who said we had to keep up appearances until we figure out how to switch back.” Julie folded her arms, irritation sharp in her voice. “I know all about keeping up appearances, Alan. It’s been a week since you two swapped bodies. But wasn’t it you who, two weeks ago, was desperate to undo all this? The one who kept ranting about how awful it was being in her body — especially after she disappeared with your bo...