My fraternal twin sister Mia and I had always loved each other very much and supported each other in good times and bad. We did everything together. I acted like her protective “big bro” (even though I was born just a few minutes before her), and she was my sweet, whimsical “lil sis” who’d always prank me to make me laugh. The love between siblings is purely platonic; we had never ever thought of each other in a sexual way.
Mark spent his Christmas Eve alone and desperately wanted some company. (Santa Clause, I wish for a lady in red all gift-wrapped for me, he thought.) Santa heard him.
Being a meek Asian trophy wife was hardly the summit of Harry’s dreams, but he’d had few choices right after jerking off to his neighbor during the FOSE landed him in the body and life of Keiko. His family had married him off to some useless corporate exec with a small dick. Harry wasn’t happy with that, but he’d kept his mouth shut to avoid exposing his true identity to his new parents.
Wallace called Emmie right away on her pink IPhone to deliver the good news. “Emm sweetie, guess what? I got you the job! You start tomorrow!” he said.
“Well, this is awkward,” Wesley said as he straddled the chair, without thinking about the nice flat crotch line that he was exposing. “While this chick’s body is nice to look at, I don’t wanna be inside it in this way; now tell me there’s a way back.”
This long summer holiday had been fun, but Travis decided it was time to call it quits. He had to return to work starting on Monday morning. And while he regretted the idea of trading back this luscious form for his chubby ol’ body and his boring job, he did need to bring in a paycheck, and lounging on the couch in a pink nightie wasn’t going to do that.
“Thanks for helping me do my hair, Sis,” said Tomiko (formerly Tom), privately kicking herself at how even the most basic things made her feel incompetent. Chagrin didn’t even begin to describe her frustration and helplessness.
“Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”
“Sigmund Freud was right,” Will muttered to himself as he eyed the cock waving before his eyes and bit his lips.
Tom and his wife Sally had both been devastated by the news that their darling daughter Kathleen had been killed in a car crash while just in her second year in college. She hadn’t even been driving; it had been her boyfriend Matthew behind the wheel.