Poor Jon

Don't get so upset, Jon.  You can drive the stupid boat.

After all, a little bimbo like me wouldn't know a thing

about steering a boat around, now would I?  A big strong

man like you, with all those muscles, would certainly be 

a much better pilot than a girl like me.

As Sindee took a seat in the other captain's chair, she 

smiled to herself.  Before this trip to Exchange Island,

Sindee had been Sid.  And Sid and Jon had been planning

this vacation to Exchange Island for months.  Once here,

Sid had quickly opted for the change into Sindee.  Jon,

however, had changed his mind at the last moments,

and decided to stay as himself.  Jon never said exactly

why the sudden reluctance came about, but she sort of

figured that Jon saw an opportunity here, especially

watching all the other guys ahead of the become these

ravishing beauties.  And Jon had actually scored with a

lot of these instant girls during their stay here.  Even

Sindee had succumbed to temptation and opened herself

to Jon.

But Jon had also taken in a little too much alcohol during

his stay here, and the owners of Exchange Island were

none too pleased.  Some nights Jon had really caused a

fair amount of damage, so much so that they had a

surprised for Jon when it came time to leave the island.

While Sindee had been able to negotiate leaving Exchange

Island in this body, she had overheard them talking about

Jon.  It seems Jon will be leaving this island with a more

elderly version of his body.  An elderly man with testicular

cancer.  Poor Jon is also going to discover he has an

appointment for surgery next week, a surgery to remove

his prized manhood.

If only Jon just would have taken the easy route and opted

to become a girl during his stay here, perhaps he might

have had more say in which body he left the island with.

The Dancer

Reginald Daniels was a local, self-made millionaire, and

owner of both Daniel's Recylcables and Reginald's

Lumber and Hardware.  And Reginald Daniel's was also

a widower.  At night it wasn't uncommon to see the

57-year-old man at one of the area's adult clubs.  He

favored Josey's Place, mostly because he had gone to

school with Josey, not to mention the fact that Josey

had the best girls for miles around.

Reggie, as his friends called him, had taken a liking to

a young dancer there named Paula.  She was a quiet

girl, a superb dancer, and had a very pleasant manner.

The two became friends rather quickly, and could often

be seen dining together on Paula's days off.  So when

Paula and Reggie tied the knot, nobody was really too

surprised.  Everyone knew that since the death of his

wife, Reggie had been pretty lonely.

Yet Reggie eventually came to know the dark side of

his new bride.  She had a temper when she didn't get

her way, and she loved to spend his money.  Lots of his

money.  And it didn't take Reggie long to regret the

fact he didn't make Paula sign a pre-nuptial agreement

before the two were married.

One day Paula learned that Reggie had been talking

with his lawyer about a divorce, and she was going to

make certain that never happened.  She had become

very comfortable with all of the money in Reggie's

accounts, and she wasn't going to lose that.  Relying

on a spell she found online, at supper one evening,

Paula had chanted the words aloud.  Suddenly Paula

swapped with Reggie, and Reggie with Paula.  Paula,

as Reggie, now controls the money, and has put Paula

on an allowance.  Paula still throws her tantrums, but

these days Reggie knows how to handle them. 

We Can Do It

When Jordan, the daughter of Mike Hartman, came up with a fundraising

event for the school band on the same weekend she came down with the

mumps, she was devastated.  The band meant the world to her, and she

felt like missing the car wash was like letting her band and her friends

down.  And that was something she just couldn't stand to do.

In desperation, she turned to her father.  Mike Hartman was an inventor

and a scientist, and Jordan knew he had been working on a body-double

device in his lab.  She had even seen him use the device to turn a mouse

into a beagle, and back, just a few weeks ago.  And that gave her an idea.

"Daddy," asked Jordan, "will you please help me?  Can you please show

me how to run the machine so that I can turn you into my double just

for the car wash.  You can go as me, and I promise you that you will have

a lot of fun.  My friends in the band are really awesome."  And then

when you come home, I can use this thing to turn you back to yourself.

Now Mike wasn't the type of parent that was going to disappoint his only

daughter, and after a little bit of hesitation, he agreed.  It really wasn't

that hard to operate the contraption, and the idea of hanging around with

a bunch of teen-aged girls for the after actually sounded like fun.  So the

two of them went to the workshop, and Mike showed his daughter how to

operate the machine.  She followed the directions perfectly, and soon Mike

was Jordan's double.

Of course there was a little reluctance about wearing a bikini.  Mike had

never been in a girl's body before, let alone a skimpy two-piece suit.  But

Jordan's pleadings convinced him he could stand the embarrassment for

one short afternoon, and soon he was off to the car wash.  And as usual,

Jordan had been right, her friends were a lot of fun.  The time passed by

quickly as the girls soaped up the cars and each other.  A lot of cars were

washed that day, and Mike went home to tell Jordan all about it.

Jordan was thrilled to hear the news, and she and her father headed to the

the workroom for the swap-back.  But just as Jordan was ready to start

the machine up, Mike said "wait.  Jordan, I really had a lot of fun today

with your friends.  A really good time.  So do you think we could find a way

to explain to your mother how you just happened to come up with a twin

sister."  "Sure, dad, I think we can pull it off," replied Jordan.

It Doesn't Hurt Much

Calm down, will you Cheryl.  Don't go all batshit crazy on me.

Look, I'll let you in on a secret.  This isn't the first time I've

taken someone's body.  I've been doing this for maybe, let's

see now....................four generations or so.  Believe it or not,

at one time I was your great-great-grandfather, or something

like that.  I get confused about all that stuff, the great this

and that.  

You see, back then I learned that I had the weird ability to

hop from my body into someone else's body.  Not everyone,

mind you.  Just descendants of mine.  Oh, and they have to be

the second child in the birth order.  Don't ask me why, that's

just the way it is.

Well, I mostly just used this little ability of mine for fun.  You

know, borrow the body of one of my nieces or nephews, or

grandkids, for the weekend.  Let me tell you, Cheryl, I learned

a lot about those kids that they never would have told me.

Then I got really really sick that one year and I had to make a

really big decision.  Either I was going to die, or I could use

this little talent of mine to borrow some other body.  Well, I

chose to live, and I hopped into my daughter's body and let

her take mine.  Now don't go calling me a murderer.  Nobody

died that wasn't going to die anyway.  I sort of look at the

whole thing as a little selective genetic engineering.  And I do

the selecting.  Maybe it isn't all ethical, but show me what law

I have broken.

So, you are now your Aunt Gloria. Sorry about the funky name.

I didn't pick it.  And I can't tell you how much longer you have

to live either.  Last week the doctor told me I'll be lucky to

make it 6 more months.  Maybe more.  Maybe less.  The good

thing about this cancer is that it doesn't hurt much.  So just

keep all your appointments, and maybe you'll make a year. I

can tell you, though, that chemo sucks.  Stop going if you want

but you'll just die sooner.  

Good luck, Gloria.  Thanks for the body.  I'm sure I'll enjoy it.

Let's Go Skinny Dipping

Heck yes I took your body.  You sure weren't going to

be using it any longer.  I still can't see why you gave

it up in the first place?

It just doesn't seem right.  You know, to be here

swimming with my former body.  Who knows what

might happen, Caryn?

Let's go back a few months and try to make some sense

out of this.  There was a study being done at State U on

the effects of body swapping on people.  And since many

people have often wished the could be someone else,

the response was great.  But there was a seemingly

endless battery of psychological and physical exams as

the scientists sought only the most acceptable research

subject for this study.  Finally, after everything was

settled, their scientists chose 6 candidates for the swap

study.  Three men.  Three women.

The chosen 6 were brought in one at a time, and the

risks, and the compensation were explained to each.

The consent forms were signed.  And then each one was

given the opportunity to choose from  a set of 250 new

personas.  The women were first, and each made their

decision.  The first two chose to become other females,

while Caryn chose to become Brent Wallace, a young

well-endowed hunk of a man.  The guys all chose to

become women, something that seemed to surprise the

scientists, though I don't know why.  Carl was last, and

when it was his turn to choose from the remaining

personas, he stopped.  He told them he wanted Caryn's

body.  And after a short discussion, they agreed.

I don't care what happens, Brent. You're a guy.  I'm a girl.

It's just doing what comes naturally.

Well, I guess we have made our changes.  And from my

point of view, you are one hot chic.  Let's go skinny

dipping, Caryn.

Feeling Better

"Dave, hi!  This is Andy................well, Andrea now I
guess.

"Yes, I'm feeling a whole lot better.  What I just went
through is something I wouldn't wish on anybody.  I
was sick.  Really, really really sick.  I sometimes even
wished I would just die.  But, hey, I survived it.  Just
hope you never get that TG Virus thingie.

"Yeah, I lost it all.  No more guy stuff for me, I guess.
My manhood is gone, but I'll tell you what, I am a pretty
hot looking girl now.  And, honestly, being a girl isn't
really that bad.  It's just---different, you know. 

"Look, Dave, the reason I called was that I was sort of
wondering if you wanted to come over?  Why?  Well,
it's hard to explain, but I've got some urges that I think
maybe you might be able to help me with.

"You don't have to be so blunt, but yes, I want you inside
me.  You will?  Good, see you in about 10 minutes."  

I'm Not Really Gay

I really can't explain it, Marty.  I just like to wear them, you know,
the stuff girls wear.  It's sort of like me asking you why you wear
blue jeans every day.  You'll just say you wear them because they
are comfortable.  Or you like the way they feel  It's the same sort
of thing with me, too.  It just seems natural.  And they really are
comfortable too.

No, I'm not gay.  And I really don't want to be a girl either.  I like
being a guy.  I do, at least for the most part. 

I started wearing girls clothing when I was young.  Very young.
I don't know why, exactly.  I mean, I guess maybe it was since my
sister, Melinda, always liked to wear my clothes.  I figured if she
could wear mine and get away with it, I could wear her clothes.
Right?  Fair is fair, isn't it?  At first my parents thought it was cute.
At least me mom did anyway.  My dad, not so much.

Maybe I have always been a rebel at heart.  I don't know.  When
I first started wearing girls clothes, the girls didn't really mind.
Lots of them, even Melinda, helped me with picking out and the
coordinating my outfits.  The guys weren't so nice, but that really
didn't have the effect on me I thought it would.  It just made me
even more determined to keep on wearing what I wanted to.

When I see people look at me with this weird look on their faces,
I know what they are thinking.  And I love it.  I love the thrill I get
when I look the back right in the eye.  They look the other way
really fast about that point.

And yes, I am starting to grow breasts.  I'm not doing that because
I want to be a girl.  I already told you that.  I just want the breasts
because then my tops will fit better.  That's all.  Maybe I'm trying
to draw a thin pink line, I don't know.  I guess it is like splitting
hairs.  But, hey, I'm me.  I'm happy doing what I do, and living
like I want.  And I'm not hurting anyone, right, Marty?

Room 111

Jack was heading back to school and wasn't looking forward to the long

drive again.  Driving home had taken three days, and the trip back wasn't

going to be any better.  About halfway through the drive, he was starting to

get pretty tired after driving for close to 30 hours.  According to the travel

guide from the motor club, the next hotel was almost three hours down the

road.  Taking a deep breath, and another swallow of coffee, he just hoped

he could make it.  Suddenly, just ahead, was a motel on the right.  Jack

slowed the car down and turned into the lot.

Taking his backpack from the back seat of the car, he walked into the lobby.

A young, attractive girl was behind the counter, and greeted him cheerfully.

While standing at the counter, Jack commented the he hadn't seen this place

on any maps or travel guides.  "That's because we aren't.  We don't need to

look for guests.  The people who want to find us usually do," said the young

girl.  "The Red Inn isn't just for everyone, just those who need our services."

I've given you room 111.  It's down that hall and to your left.  i think you'll

be very pleased with that room, Jack."

Jack was too tired to ask any questions, but he couldn't help but wonder

about the clerk's explanation about this place.  Something wasn't making any

sense here, but tonight wasn't the time to figure it out.  He found the room

and put the key in the lock, turning it to the right and opening the door.  As

he walked inside, he had to admit that the room was nice.  Furnished in red,

white and pinks, he couldn't help but think these weren't exactly colors for

a guy.  But the bed looked quite good by then, and Jack quickly hopped into

the shower to freshen up.

As he stood there drying himself off after the shower, he couldn't help but

notice the sleep-set on the bed.  Jack didn't remember seeing it there before,

but he made a note to drop it off at the desk when he checked out in the AM.

Picking up the sleep-set, Jack prepared to toss it over to te chair when he felt

the urge to put it on.  It made no sense.  Never before had he ever wanted to

put on female clothing.  But tonight, there was something compelling Jack to

slip into this nightwear.  And he soon had it on.  And with that Jack shut off

the lights and soon was asleep.

The next more when Jack awoke.  Things had changed overnight.  Jack was

no longer himself, instead he found himself as a young enticing woman.  A

beautiful woman with long straight black hair.  His thoughts were broken by

the ring of the phone.  "Good morning, Princess.  I hope you slept well.  This

is Jessica at the desk and your first client will be here in an hour?  Princess?

Client?  What sort of a place was this?

"Speak Your Mind"

....................and good afternoon, everyone. Once again this is
Carrie Khuntt bringing you another session of "Speak Your Mind"
here on WUSS-FM.  I've been your favorite host of this show
for almost two months now, and many of you have been asking
to know more about me.  Today, I'm going to tell you my life]
story, at least a short version of it.

I was born in Forest County, Wisconsin.  Talk about being
out in the boondocks, that was it.  It had a lot of trees, as
you might expect.  But not much else, and it got darn cold in
the winter.  Some days I thought it was going to freeze my
balls of.  You heard that right.  I used to have balls.  I was
born a guy.  And while I'm sure most of the men out there
listening don't think much about being a guy, I hated it.  And
I hated Wisconsin.  So after high school I set out for Los
Angeles to make it big in the movies, big enough to pay to
correct nature's mistake.

I never did make it into the movies, beyond a few bit parts that
barely paid the rent.  But some people thought I had a good voice
back then and I had several voice over jobs.  But even that was
barely enough to meet my bills, until I became associated with
a new company called TG World.  They made me a proposition
I just couldn't refuse.

They had learned about my wish to be a girl, and they in turn
were looking for someone to make a commercial for them, a
before and after commercial.  Same person, different person
sort of thing.  They offered me a free body swap in their machine
if I did that commercial.  I accepted.  I recorded the before part
of the commercial.  Then I went into their booth, from which I
came out a while later as the girl I am now.  Then I recorded the
final portion of the commercial.  Well, the commercial was a big
hit for them, brought in business.  And then I met Nick Morgan,
the General Manager of WUSS-FM, and we hit it off pretty well.
So, let's go to calls now, I see all lines are flashing now.

They Won. I Lost.

I still can't believe what that damn Transgender Gang did
to me.  Those bitches kidnapped me a week before my
wedding to Carmen.  Damn them, I wanted to be a dad,
not some floozy out to please a room full of guys.  But I
guess it's better than being locked up in that room.

I'll never forget that room.  That's where they broke my
spirit...my will to resist them.  Those girls were mean, I'll
tell you.  They kept me chained up for what seemed like
an eternity.  Some of them even beat me a few times.  And
to get food or water, I had to beg to listen to some DVD's.
For food, I had to watch what they called "The Girl Tape."
It was a dumb tape, actually.  And don't even ask me what
was on it because I don't remember.  But I kept asking to
watch it more, and more and more.

And for water, I had to ask for "The Femme DVD." The music
was really weird.  I mean, it made my mind seem like it was
getting an overhaul.  I hated it, but again I kept wanting to
listen to it more and more.

So between those DVD's, and the food they gave me, and the
pills, and all that stuff, I knew what was happening.  I was
being feminized and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

And then came the lessons, the indoctrination talks and all
of that.  They taught me to please men.  To please men in
many different ways.  If I hesitated, I would be chained back
up again, maybe for a week.  Maybe longer.  I don't know.
The days just seemed all blurred together. 

They won.  I lost, I guess.  After everything was done, that
Transgender Gang, they took my maleness and made me a
female.  This one.

Now I work for the gang, that gang of former guys.  They
sure don't look like guys now though.  Just like I don't.  So
tonight I'm here at this party in the hotel downtown.  I'm
here to--you guessed it--please the guys.

Time for another selfie.  I have to send them one every hour.
There, done.  Now back to work.

Hitting It Off

Time to take another selfie and send it to Tyrone.  He's a pretty

demanding man, and if I don't do as he says, I'll feel the wrath of

the guy.  He's much nicer when I'm a good girl.

The two of us became friends when we were both playing football

at State U.  He was the star running back, and even came close to

winning the Heisman his senior year.  He was a big, strong black

man, while me?  Well, I was the kicker.  I did pretty good but kickers

never get all the attention the other players do--except for those

rare times when you get lucky enough to kick the winning field goal.

Like that ever happened to me though.

Tyrone and I moved to Austin together after graduation.  Tyrone got

a job in one of the oil fields and me?  Well, I got a job working as a

reporter at one of the television stations.  It was a lot of work, weird

hours and little pay.  We found a nice apartment though, and most

people didn't give us any problems.  But there are always a few

rednecks who gave me crap for living with a black man.  But if they

got too pushy, I could always rely on Tyrone to put them in their place.

Tyrone was on the road a lot, so I had plenty of time to do my own

thing.  I met this girl, Cindy, at one of the local bars.  She was one of

those drag queens, and we seemed to hit it off pretty good.  She got

me interested in crossdressing, and with her help, I got to be pretty

good at it.  She even talked me into doing a few drag shows.  And it

was her that got me where I am today.

You see, Tyrone came home from his stay on the oil platform because

of some hurricane in the Gulf.  Silly me wasn't paying attention to the

news or I would have known about the storm.  Well, Tyrone caught me

all dressed up after one of my drag shows.  When I heard the key in

the door, I panicked.  I knew it had to be Tyrone, and I was worried

what he might think.  When Tyrone saw me, he just stood there and

laughed.  It sort of pissed me off. I didn't look that bad.  Well, to make

a long story short, Tyrone put his member in me several times that

night.  And our relationship changed bigtime.  Tyrone paid for a few

changes to my body.  I'm his girl now.  His trophy white girlfriend.

I can't complain.  I'm a stay at home girl now.  I just keep the place

clean and stuff, and keep him happy when he's home.  It's not bad,

really.  But he wants me to send him selfies every day, to remind him

how cute and sexy I am.

Poor Guy

Smitty's Girl

Collateral

Look Barbie, what you think is not really important now.  It was your
wife that got herself into some pretty major financial problems here
at the casino.  We kept letting her play because of who you were.  You
made some pretty good money back in those days.  And I don't really
give a crap whether you say she had the right to gamble away your
money or not.  You were her collateral.  The two of you are married,
and that's good enough for me.

Now because of her disability, she couldn't really work that debt off
here at the casino, could she?  I run a business here Barbie.  I make
my money from the people who come here to gamble.  And I just
couldn't let a debt like her's sit and fester, so I took her collateral.
You, Barbie.  And I made you what you are today.  Oh, that reminds
me---the money I put into your change?  I just added that to your
wife's tab too.  You'll have to work that off also.

Now until you've worked that debt off, you will dance for me, up on
stage with the other girls.  Seven days a week.  I'll provide you with
room and board, which will be put on that tab too.  I'm not running
a charity here, girl.

So get your fanny out there on the stage right now.  And you dance
your heart out.  I'll be in the audience watching you, and if I don't
like what I see, well, let's just say you don't want to know what I might
do.  I own you until you repay that money, Barbie.  Get used to it.

Do you have any questions for me?

I didn't think so.  Now get out there.

Perfect Attendance

It's Saturday in Marshall City, and Theresa and her former
boyfriend are making their way down the trail to the quarry.
The kids love to swim in these old sand and gravel pits.  Of
course they have to pass several "No Trespassing" signs to
get there, but maybe that's what makes swimming there so
much fun.  Who knows?  But this caption isn't about where
the kids like to swim, or why.  It's about Kent.

The girl on the left?  That used to be Kent.  Kent was pretty
much a nerd around Waypoint High.  He was too smart for
most of the kids, and school was too boring for him.  And
Theresa liked Kent because, well, he could always fix her
computer when she messed it up, which was quite often. And
she liked to hang around with Kent because he was easy to
control.  She talked Kent into wearing a CB-3000 device just
to 'prove' his love for her.  Kent didn't really care.  His mind
was busy with other things.


Because Kent found school pretty boring, it wasn't unusual
for Kent to leave school during the day.  When he did, it was
generally to go to the library for research, or to the park to
read a book.  That was until this year.  Waypoint High made
an announcement on the first day of school that the student
with the best attendance record would get either a free body
swap, or a $10,000 cash prize.  The contest seemed to work
pretty well because attendance that school year was the best
ever.  Most students were, of course, going for the $10,000
cash prize.  But not everyone.

It was down to the final week of school, and there was three
students who hadn't missed even 1 minute of school.  Kent
was one of them, and he was determined to win, one way or
another.  One morning Brad Pence awoke to find one of his
car tires flat.  He was 7 minutes late that day.  And Mindy
Voss was late 2 days later when her car stopped on the way
to school.  Kent was declared the winner, and to the surprise
of everyone, he took the swap. He knew a secret: Theresa

                                  was a lesbian.  Kendra and Theresa have so much fun now.