It’s Mo again. Sorry for leaving things on a bit of a cliff-hanger there. Let me finish up what I was saying in the last part.
Quick recap: I have a magic ring stuck on my finger. There’s a wizard’s spirit living in the ring that can magically transform my body anyway he wants. (Yes, that sentence is both true and totally insane.) At the end of the last part, he had turned me into a little girl, and I had been called in to work a shift at the coffee shop. Let’s see how that went.Continue reading
Originally published on my Patreon.
Hello, I’m Maureen. People call me “Mo.” I have an unusual story to share with you. I don’t expect you to believe it, but maybe all that matters is that someone else knows what’s happening to me. I would feel a bit less alone, even if I’m never really alone now.
I’m not sure how to start this. Probably, it would be best if I just explained my problem first before going into detail about how it began. I’ve tried this many times before, but the wizard just gets in the way every time. (Yes, there’s a wizard in this story. No, I’m not joking. I only wish I was. This will get weird.) Maybe putting this out on the internet will work. The words might reach someone. Maybe someone might even have a solution to my little problem.Continue reading
Series commissioned by anonymous, originally published on my Patreon.
Continued from Chapter 1.
As the two lovers recovered on the kitchen floor, the wizard’s attention was drawn to the driveway of the house. He watched as a car pulled into the driveway and parked. Then, a young Asian woman stepped out of the car. He focused on her and learned about her. She was Erica, 22 years old, and the daughter of Susan, his customer. Much like her mother, she had a pair of thick athletic legs, which were a product of years of gymnastics practice.Continue reading
Here is a detailed TG bodyswap story, commissioned by anonymous and originally published on my Patreon.
The curtains were closed, the candles were lit, the incense was burning, and they were both naked on the bed together.
“Time to begin,” Melanie said, picking up a small black velvet pouch.Continue reading
Before John was aware of anything else, there was the hangover. He had a sense that his skull was trying to squeeze his brain into paste, accompanied by a queasy bed-spinning sensation. He moaned, which only made his head feel worse, so he kept quiet after that. Continue reading
The coin was underneath a stack of forgotten homework assignments at the bottom of Nathan’s locker. He nearly missed it as he was emptying his stuff into a nearby trash can. It was the last day of school, so he was in a bit of a hurry to get out of the building. Still, the coin caught his eye, even though its tarnished metal blended in with the dirty bottom of his locker. He had never seen it before, and he wondered if someone had slipped it into the locker through one of the vent slots.Continue reading