The punishment fits the crime

OK Anthony, now that you’ve stopped
your little screaming fit, maybe you’ll let
me explain exactly what’s happening to you.

We’ve been watching you very closely,
Anthony. We know what you did to those
girls, even if the courts won’t do anything
because they’re too terrified to testify.

So in situations like that we step in to
ensure that justice is served. And we do
like to make the punishment fit the crime.

You’ve spent your life as a racist misogynist,
treating women with contempt. So what
better way of punishing you that to totally
turn your world view on its head.

So now you get to experience life on
the other side. Those massive boobs
are going to be very painful for you to
carry around – it will be interesting to
see how you cope with those.

Now, you have work to do, shall we
get started?

Alien Abduction

He struggled against his bonds, but
they held fast. Curse this body, it
was so much weaker than his old
one. He knew he had to escape,
and fast. The alien doctors were
using a combination of heavy
medication and hypnotic
suggestions to reprogram his whole
being. Already he could feel himself
slipping away.

Before the abduction he’d always
had a thing for busty redheads, but
when they showed him images they
did nothing for him. But an image
of a muscular man made him feel
more aroused than he’d ever felt
before.

Some days he even forgot what it
was like to be male. He knew there
must be a reason for this, but as
yet they hadn’t told him. But he
shuddered at the thought of what
it might be….

Have to fight

have to fight

Gary stared at his father. “Dad, you need to remember who you were. Who
you are. They may have messed with our bodies, made us look like girls,
made us….. do those things, but if we can remember who we are then they
can’t win. Not totally. We can’t let them break us.” But he knew it was too
late. The man who was his father had gone, the light in his eyes had been
extinguished. And with that came the realisation that it was only a matter
of time before the same would happen to him. They were too strong and
he couldn’t fight them forever.

I am you, you are me

i am you, you are me

Peter looked at the pretty face staring back at him in the mirror. It was the woman
he’d picked up in the hotel bar last night. Once he’d had sex with her his rage took
over. He’d slapped her, called her a slut and told her to get out of his room. He liked
to treat them mean. She’d just laughed and slapped some kind of bracelet around his
wrist. The pain was intense and then he blacked out.
Written on the mirror in pink lipstick was a message. It said simply “Now I am you and
you are me. Who’s the slut now?”

Red for Danger

Dani Jensen

Andrew hooked a strand a loose hair
behind his ear without thinking. He
could remember coming into his
apartment and then nothing. It all went
blank until he woke up, face down on
his bed in the body of a hot redheaded
chick over half his age.

Think. Damn it. How could this have
happened? This was impossible, right?
Then he remembered, that old lady
who’d stepped out in front of his car.
He’d given her a piece of his mind.
She said something about him “being a
big man to pick on an old lady. Maybe
he wouldn’t be a big man for much
longer.” Was that it? Had she done
this to punish him? He had to find
her, get her to change him back before
he did something stupid. He was
already aware of a dampness between
his legs. He suddenly felt so horny – he
couldn’t control this body. The old lady
could wait, he knew what he had to do
first and, inwardly screaming at his
weak-mindedness, he headed into town
to get it….

Dani Jensen

Image of the Goddess

The two girls giggled as they watched the man
struggle against his bonds. They knew it was
pointless to resist the inevitable. The Goddess
would reward them for this offering. This was
their first, and they knew they had chosen
well. He was a strong one, and would make
a fine addition to the sisterhood. He winced
as they stuck a needle in his leg, the sedative
soon rendered him unconscious….

As soon as he awoke he knew something was
very wrong. He was still tightly bound but his
body was also encased in a tight fabric. His
feet were thrust at an odd angle and hair
tickled his shoulders. He hadn’t had hair for
a long time. He glanced down and the sight
of a pair of pert breasts shocked him. This
just was not possible. How could he have
become a girl?

Just then a woman entered the room. She
looked at him with a sly smile. “Well hello my
dear, I see you are awake. It’s time to begin
your training. I will recreate you in the image
of the Goddess. You are going to become a
very obedient young lady – I am going to see
to that personally….

Bathing Suit

But I can’t go out looking like this – this bathing suit barely covers anything. These breasts are huge, I look ridiculous. Ah my dear, the times I’ve seen you by the pool leering after all those girls in their little bikinis. I think it’s about time you experienced all that from the other side. I made your titties nice and big to make sure you’ll get a lot of attention from all those hunky men. The terms of the bet were that you last a week like this. Then I’ll change you back. You can’t spend the whole week in your room you know. Now we are going to find some nice men to have some fun with. Maybe they can rub sun cream on those lovely breasts. And remember, If you disobey me, I’ll make even more extreme changes…