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When General George Shultz and his armored division were attacked with an experimental feminizing gas, they said that they'd finally found something to put the old warhorse on the sidelines. Little did they know. <a href="http://lokiscaptions.com/2014/03/27/armed-and-ready/" target="_blank"><more></a><br />
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"When I found this old magic corset, I had no idea just how much my life would change. I just used to think I was into role playing. Now, I'm the kind of sexual deviant I wouldn't even have dreamed of being. <a href="http://lokiscaptions.com/2014/03/26/role-playing-revisited/" target="_blank"><more></a><br />
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Jason just really lost it. What was dad thinking marrying a trophy wife in his condition? He certainly couldn't fuck her; with his heart sex would kill him. Seeing his new step-mother in her lingerie by the pool, he ran down to confront her. <a href="http://lokiscaptions.com/2014/03/25/henrys-revenge/" target="_blank"><more></a><br />
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"You know, here it is on the one year anniversary of the biggest event in my life, and all I can think of is cock.<br />
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“Sorry Jenny, no dice,” said Gerry, giving his old body the double finger salute. “You are not getting this body back. Frank and I worked really hard on researching that spell we used.<a href="http://lokiscaptions.com/2014/03/18/nerds-new-life/" target="_blank"><more></a><br />
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Ken needed a new body; and soon. But, he also needed to keep the family business going. His kids were all a mess, and his grand kids weren't much better. There was no one he felt responsible enough to pass the torch to. His people had done their homework, and reached out to an old gypsy woman who had a reputation in certain circles. Ken explained his problem, and asked if she could come up with a solution that would work without killing anyone.<br />
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When Ken died two months later, the family was shocked to learn he'd left control of the company to Gina; and even more shocked when she took the reins with a firm hand. Particularly since Gina was pregnant and starting to really grow a belly bump. No one could figure where the calm patient spirit had come from. All anyone new, was that she'd taken to talking to her unborn child, telling her "this time, you're going to have a mother who cares for you. You're getting a second chance."<br />
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“Eighteen months as a girl,” said Marv sitting in a holding cell on the alien ship. “They turn me into a girl, and just when I'm getting my life back together, the aliens came back and captured me again. At least they haven't started putting me in different bodies.<br />
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Last time was really bad. I went through being senile, a crippled old man, even a stupid dog. And all the while they promised to send me back as myself in the end. And then when they were all set to send me home, this little perv alien Zod sent everybody away, and teleported me back in a big titled stripper's body. I had to learn about periods, pawing men, and sitting down to pee.”<br />
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"All right, my Sophie Magic Clone Doll has arrived," said Jake clearing away the packing. "She is so hot and in just a bit she will be all mine, as in I'll possess that body. All I have to do is find a safe place to lie down, and put on the head band, and relax. Then I'll feel myself taking over those cute hands, looking out of those gorgeous eyes, and instantly being in full control of a perfect female golem body.<br />
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I can't even be hurt in there, because if something happens, I just automatically bale out and end up in my own body. I can't get pregnant, and the sex is supposed to be great as the real thing. Yah, it cost me more than my Lamborghini, but Sophie here is well worth it. This is even better than possessing a real girl, because nobody gets hurt, and I can go as long as I want.<br />
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“Wow,” he said, “Ellie here really has good taste. This apartment is to die for. Of course when you're pulling in the money she is for photo shoots, I'd expect a Park Avenue view.”<br />
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After he'd stolen Ellie's body and memories, Conrad had finished walking to her photo shoot. He'd expected some trouble stripping down and posing for the cameras, but the magic he paid for proved to be up to the task. He might feel a little strange doing something like this at 83, but her body had done it all before, and her mannerisms had taken over. The old man just left it on autopilot, and finished the shoot.<br />
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Afterwards, he took a cab back to Ellie's, now his place, and got blown away by the trappings of wealth. “Now, the only question is handling her social life. Her boyfriend Raoul is a passionate lover from what her memories tell me. Good thing he's not here right now. I think I want to work up to the ultimate female act. Still, I knew what I was getting into when I bought this. I had one shot at being young rich and famous, and Ellie was the only person I knew I could get to who fit the bill.”<br />
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Going and fixing herself a drink, Conrad took a seat in the living room and sighed. “The silly girl walked out of the building at practically the same time every day. She was the perfect target. I know I can handle switching teams with her mannerisms thrown in. I just need to work up to it. Now, where did she leave that big black vibrator of hers?”<br />
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Luke had pretty much taken over the family magic item business, buying and selling potions, candles, and the like on the black market. But, Luke needed some help in the business, someone both reliable and circumspect. Wanting some advice, he went to see his Uncle Arnold, (currently retired and hiding as Aunt Donna,) and put his problem to her.<br />
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"Why don't you bring in your friend Gerry," said Donna. "You two went on spring break together, and that worked out well for you. I'd bet that Gerry would be happy to work for you if you let him use the Costume Gun to provide a company uniform as it were."<br />
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When Luke looked up his buddy and offered him the job, including the company perks, Gerry jumped on it in a heartbeat. And, Luke had to admit the watching Gerry zap Melissa and slip on her hot young skin got him all revved up. Gerry slipped on Melissa's skin and then morphed from a dorky guy into a hot chick in minutes, his waist shrinking, hips widening, boobs swelling, and his face taking on the elfin cuteness of the young coed.<br />
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"Gerry, I swear you were born to be a girl," said his pal offering her the short Superman T-shirt and red bra. "You are way hotter in that skin than Melissa ever was."<br />
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"Guess I just like it more than she does," offered Gerry, stepping up to her friend and giving her a hug. "Let's get the work done so we can play later. I think I still have that vibrator from spring break and I'm happy to share."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04923329850129951350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202731481202665.post-9022280157871520462014-03-11T04:00:00.001-07:002014-03-11T04:00:01.835-07:00Phil Gets Lucky<div style="text-align: center;">
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Phil was digging through the dumpster when he found it. It looked like a plastic toy gun, except he'd seen this before. This looked just like the pictures, a Costume Gun Mark 4. “Man what is one of these doing out here,” he asked, shoving it in his pants. Whatever else was in that trash would definitely have to wait; Phil was going to test this out. Phil's neighbor Jessica worked as a fetish model on her own webcam site. He knew she normally took a break in the afternoon before suiting up for her evening shows. Now was the perfect time to catch her. Phil went to the door and rang the bell.</div>
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“Wow,” he said, “Just as advertised; one magical girl skin, ready to be worn.” Shucking out of his clothes, Phil reached down and pulled the living costume out of her house robe and, stretched the tiny hole in the back and put her on. Suddenly, his body spasm-ed as the magic took hold and he began to morph to fit. His bones cracked, as his body shrank down to Jessica size. His dick shrank away, and a female slit replaced it. His breast sprouted to fill the skin bags on his chest, and his face took on the aspect of Jessica's. </div>
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Another minute and it was done, Phil was Jessica. He had her memories, and her hot body; time for a little personal exploration. After a couple of orgasms, Phil was in heaven. God, he'd never felt this good in his life. Too bad she had to get ready for the afternoon show. When he found himself climbing into the cream colored latex body suit, Phil knew something was wrong. This wasn't his idea; these weren't his thoughts. </div>
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Focusing all his will, Phil ran over to where he'd left the costume gun, and picked it up to reverse the process. That's when he saw the crack in the handle. Oh god, the gun must be defective. And, where was the reversal switch? Broken off and lost; Nothing was there. Jessica put the gun down and went over to work on her makeup. Phil felt his consciousness dimming; Jessica was in control and she had bills to pay; time for another boring web cam broadcast. Phil watched, a frozen passenger as Jessica put on a smile and turned on the camera.</div>
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When the Great Shift put terminally ill mob enforcer Carlo 'Iron Hands' Gasieno into Super Girl's body, he took it as a sign and decided to mend his ways. She continued to fight crime, and showed a real zeal to go after the drug cartels and other foreign gangs pushing dope in the U.S. And she did bend the rules a little more than her old by the book self would have done, but hay you go with what works.<br />
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Several people suspected that she'd been shifted; the Italian accent was pretty strong, and rumor had it she'd managed to add some tattoos to her arms. (A temporary magic spell to neutralize her invulnerability let her add the ink - she figured it'd help with the secret identity thing.) But for the most part, the results were the same. People expected rescues, and that's what they got.<br />
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Her old crime family's fortunes took a turn for the better too. When you have a guardian angel who keeps an ear on the local FBI and ATF offices, and has super speed, you tend to avoid walking into police stings and other bad situations. The Mob knew a good thing and were happy to pay for her protection.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04923329850129951350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202731481202665.post-16775333919248942722014-03-09T04:00:00.000-07:002014-03-09T04:00:02.179-07:00Android Answers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jenna had just finished interfacing with the alien ship, which had given her a lot to think about. Four years ago, she'd been Jason Cummings, a brilliant cybernetics engineer on the leading edge of the technology. Then he and his partner Kevin had been captured by a clandestine group of aliens working to control robotics here on earth. There'd been an accident that had nearly killed him, and left his body a broken shell.<br />
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Then Kevin had made a deal, offering to work with the aliens on what they wanted in exchange for saving his friend Jason. And though the aliens skills with cybernetics and robotics was way beyond what Jason and Kevin had done, the only complex humanoid body they'd built and had available was a pleasure android meant to help cement the deal with the two young scientist. Kevin figured that Jason would take the best chance available, rather than lowering his odds just to have a male body built.<br />
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The last of the connections detached, and Jenna stood up and began sealing her back panel. Now that she knew what had happened, she was ready to forgive all and help Kevin with the master plan to become the biggest most successful robotics company in the world. The aliens wanted to stay in the background and build up a lot of capital and a power base, and Jenna was all for that. Because with a little maintenance and upkeep by the aliens; she could be a hot, beautiful cyborg for centuries.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04923329850129951350noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202731481202665.post-38498729587879370022014-03-08T04:00:00.000-08:002014-03-08T04:00:08.933-08:00She Devil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">"My name's Kyra, Kyra Zelas, and you wouldn't know it to see me now but I was at death's door six weeks ago when Dr. Scott got hold of me. He was looking for human guinea pigs to try his illegal medical treatments and I had nothing to lose. In fact he tried his stuff on six people, but I was the only survivor.</span></span></div>
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I learned where the guards had their locker room, and managed to get there and steal some clothes without anyone catching on, then I worked my way outside and made my escape. I made a really big splash in the news, and my old picture was plastered all over. Of course, they're welcome to look for the old Kyra; she looked like someone's shriveled up old grandma. I look nothing like that anymore.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04923329850129951350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202731481202665.post-9896001259313258982014-03-07T04:00:00.000-08:002014-03-07T04:00:09.799-08:00Piano Diva<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I was Vladimir, concert pianist extraordinaire until a stroke forced me to retire from the stage. My good friend Madame Olga took pity on me and gave me a possession potion which I used on my one time piano student Elania. Spoiled, rich and beautiful, I knew together we could be fantastic.<br />
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And it turns out I was right, just not in the way I expected. I thought Elana would be the chaste prim and proper vehicle from my talents. Instead, she has been a wanton whore, a passion filled evil diva that takes many lovers, and breaks hearts left and right. Constantly having sex before a concert like a drug before going out and inflaming her audience into a frenzy. Loved and worshiped as a goddess with the piano as her altar.<br />
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And I have discovered that there was something missing from my music. Yes, it was wonderful, technically exciting, and admired by many for its purity. But the fire that could make an audience weep was rarely there. Now, I am considered by many the greatest performer of passionate music of the age. My concerts are sold out months in advance. My fans number in the millions, and my classical records top the charts.<br />
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said George, looking at his changed equipment, “ten minutes with the medallion
and Lola’s panties, and my Johnson is history.
No matter how many times I use the Medallion of Zulo to change teams,
seeing my dick shrink and my tits burst on the scene in minutes is always a
trip. Lola here is one of my favorite
sorority babes, and taking her shape for a little weekend action is my kind of
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making out with my male students always gives me a little thrill. Talk about getting to know your class up
close and personal! If they only knew
that they were hitting on their 56 year old drama teacher, those boys would
really trip out. I’ve actually caught a
couple of them using the lines from my new play to try to pick me up. It was all I could do not to burst out
laughing. I may be an old grey drama teacher during the week, but on Friday and
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to give a girl a good time. Hell, even
his pickup lines are pretty good. I
think I’ll see about giving him some private instruction this weekend. Help him run lines, and do a little method
acting – work on those sex scenes that are such a big part of the
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"Dam what the hell is wrong," said Frank, jumping off the truck and grabbing the hose. "Has everybody lost it today? It's like these guys have never been to a fire before."<br />
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Running towards the back of the house, Frank's feet felt like they were stuck in molasses' as he tugged the reluctant hose to get to the smoke in the back. His legs were twitching like crazy, and his uniform felt heavy on him. Then he nearly tripped on the cuff of his heavy pants. Suddenly his chest felt strange, like something was growing under his shirt, and his blonde hair was flopping in his face, blonde hair?<br />
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Concentrate on the job he thought as he got in the yard and saw the fire had spread from the grill where someone had tipped something over. He still didn't have any pressure, so he dropped the fire hose, and grabbed the nearby garden hose and started spraying. Why had these people not fought this themselves? That's when Frank noticed his hands, his dainty little female hands. God no wonder he'd nearly tripped, his pants were way to big for his now small form.<br />
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He looked over at the people standing in the yard and did a double take. Someone who looked just like he had in the mirror that morning was standing there in a torn skirt and a blouse with the buttons ripped open screaming like a girl.<br />
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Later on the news, Frank learned all about the Great Shift phenomenon. He and Becky had been one of that odd 2% of shifted pairs that experienced transformation instead of body swapping. It did feel really weird taking off his old firefighter gear from his now 5' 4" frame, but it sure beat busting out of your clothes like Becky did.<br />
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“Ah there goes the hearse with my old body,” said Gregory looking down over the stone railing. “It's a good thing that I was able to build a soul trap and leave it in my safe, and another stroke of luck that Vanessa was greedy enough to take the bait and go for it when I expired.<br />
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Of course there was the slight risk that someone else would have gotten to the safe first, someone pure without the greedy intentions needed to trigger the spell, but I knew my people. I'd carelessly left the combination out where the little minx could find it, and told her about the recent acquisition of the beautiful jewelry case that I hadn't let anyone know about. And she took the bait, hook, line and sinker.<br />
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I wonder what went through her mind as she was drawn out of her body and exchanged with my dying one; surprise, fear, anger, or just oblivion as she lost consciousness for that final time. I know what I felt: glee and relief. Now, I'm in a healthy young body, abet a female one, with all of my faculties intact, including my skills at magic.<br />
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And, if Vanessa had just left well enough alone and stayed out of my safe, she'd be well off today. I left her such a nice bequest, a half a million dollars would have taken her far. Now that money will come to me, along with the monies I managed to hide.<br />
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Let my family fight over the estate. I'm going to be far too busy learning to be a active young woman with money to worry about that. I'm actually looking forward to seeing how quickly I can rebuild my wealth and of course the sex. Ah life is good.”<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04923329850129951350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202731481202665.post-35100756788920520072014-03-04T04:00:00.000-08:002014-03-04T04:00:00.662-08:00Another Life Reboot<div style="text-align: center;">
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My life was a mess. Two divorces, which had left me paying far too much alimony, a dead end research job that the government was about to pull the plug on, and my friend and boss on the project Danny had gone missing. The damn government assholes figured he must have taken a powder on them, and were all over me - even though they had all but pulled the plug on us.</div>
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Their experts said time travel to the past in any form was impossible. Hell I wasn't sure, the theory was all Danny's work, I just built the stuff for him. So when I got the call from a woman I didn't know to meet her at Danny's favorite bar, I almost didn't go. Whatever message she had couldn't possibly square me with the powers that be. Never the less, I agreed to see her. </div>
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When I get there, I see the strangest thing. The woman is sitting there, drinking Danny's favorite drink, and playing with her straw just like old Danny did. I sit down across from her, and she smiles at me. </div>
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"Hi Jim," she said grinning at me. "You know I told you I had a message from Danny. I don't plan to stay in case they are watching you. I just wanted to let you know my theories were right on. The machine actually works - you can use it to project yourself back in time into someone's body and take over their life. In fact I want you to go to the lab and use it yourself. There's a great life back there waiting for you if you've got the balls to take it.</div>
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Then I want you to set up a destruct sequence so nobody else can follow us. The technology needs to end here for now. I don't want the government to have any chance to getting their hooks into it.”</div>
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“Because I'm Danny,” she said giving me the same quirky grin my buddy always had. “I went back 40 years and took over the CEO's current wife. I'm rich and hot and living the high life. You think about what I said,” she offered, getting to her feet. “I think you'll do the right thing here.” </div>
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So here I was, powering up the machine to follow Danny back into the past. And like him, I'd decided to make a momentous decision. I'd decided to change teams and go back as a woman - no more wives for me. I'd picked a friend of my mom's from college who'd gone on to be a Playboy Playmate back in 1961, and was still alive and pretty hot for a 72 year old. I knew she had a nice life ahead of her, and figured I could make it better still with a few stock picks.</div>
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Powering up the machine, I sighted in on her just before she left for school, and stepped through the portal. Feeling myself settle into her mind, and seeing her memories come to light I knew I'd made the right decision. I picked up her towel and struck a pose in front of the mirror and smiled happily. Sharon was a sexual dynamo and she was going to have all kinds of fun living through the swinging sixties. I was going to make sure of that.”</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04923329850129951350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202731481202665.post-38306359852188978482014-03-03T04:00:00.000-08:002014-03-03T04:00:02.842-08:00Body Hopper Therapy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"As a Body Hopper, I've often wondered if we have some higher purpose in life, some reason fate has given us this power. I like to think that we're not just parasites taking over the lives of others. I searched for many years for some way to benefit society without revealing my nature which we know not to do. And I always kept my hops down to a month or so per person, not taking up too much of anyone's life.<br />
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Then last year I possessed Darla. She was on vacation on her doctor's orders after a nervous breakdown. Darla was everything I liked in a mount: rich, beautiful, and healthy; but she was also suicidal. I've never seen someone in her shape with so much depression. Normally, I like to just go along and share the ride with my mount, kind of following their long range plans and leaving their lives intact, but I couldn't do that with Darla. She'd have tried to drown herself before the week was out.<br />
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So for the first time in my life, I completely took charge. I arranged for a fabulous vacation for her, showing her the best the island had to offer. And then at the end, when I saw that no short term solution would work, I broke my own rule and kept Darla as my mount. I packed my things and rode her back to her own life.<br />
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Now after a year of therapy, a change of depression meds, a serious exercise program, and volunteer work at the local food bank, I think Darla is finally turning around. I force her to come to the surface and talk with our therapist. She tells him she'd developed a split personality after her last suicide attempt failed. It's an explanation she can live with, so who am I to correct her.<br />
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If all goes well for another month or so, I plan to move on and take on another mount. I may even try to make a career for myself possessing girls like Darla, sort of a Body Hopper therapy practice. It makes me feel better about who I am, so what's the harm."<br />
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“Girl I know you don't see naked girls with plastic guns every day, even in a convention town like this. Let's just say that some very bad people are after me and a quick costume change is in order,” said Luke point the Costume Gun and pulling the trigger.<br />
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As the hot escort shriveled up like a leaky blow up doll, Luke switched the gun and pointed it at himself. He hated this part. Zapping his body, he felt his bones crunch and his body shift as the magic of the girl's skin reversed. In moments he'd slipped off the cute blond, and left her on the carpet. She'd turn back into a very confused naked girl in a couple of minutes. Stepping down the hall, he grabbed the busty brunette and putting the gun aside, slipped her over his own nerdy form.<br />
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Breathing through clenched teeth, Luke went through the pain of his form morphing a second time. He looked down in time to see a pair of proud sculptured tits fill out on his chest. Reaching for Katelyn's dress, he thanked his lucky stars that he'd become so proficient at handling women's clothes and makeup. Slipping on her heels and putting the gun in her purse, Luke ran down the hall and caught the elevator to the lobby.<br />
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