Powers

Everyone had powers. That was just a way of life. My mom was able to become invisible, Dad had super strength, and I had the power to shape shift.
Everyone had powers. That was just a way of life. My mom was able to become invisible, Dad had super strength, and I had the power to shape shift.
“But this is impossible! How did you…? Why?”
This magic cellphone is amazing! I can do anything I want with it! I can change into any person I want, male or female, and all I have to do is take a selfie!
“You look stunning in that dress, Katrina.” He looked at me coyly.
It started when my girlfriend disappeared. She was standing infront of my eyes. She had a weird medallion on her neck, she was smilling, and one second laster she just vanished. The event nearly drove me insane, plus, no one seemed to remember her, not even her parents, I was the only one who still remembered her.
“Please let me go! I just want to go home, I dont want to do this.” I said outloud. “Don’t talk anymore, smile and take one more bite”, my so called friend said. I didn’t want to eat anymore, but I was compelled to follow his orders. I’m not sure how he did it, It must be the food, he transformed me into a girl with it. I just want to go home. But everything he tells me to do, I have to do it, my mind is against it, but my body does what he says. “I want you” he said while taking his pants off “come over here”. I saw my self crawling all the way to him, I knew what was coming, I didn’t want to do it, but my body had a mind of its own, and I was just in for the ride.
“Exquisite,” I breathed as I took her in. I turned to the sale master. “And she used to be a man?”
He nodded. “Yes. Thomas Hanson, convicted of murdering his wife, sentenced to magical sexual slavery. Plead innocent, of course.” The slave master’s voice was matter of fact. “No name now, just call her slut.”
My wife and I were perfect for each other. We have been married only for a week. We loved each other, we know what the other was thinking, we helped each other in everything. So, when she asked me to go pick up her old clothes from her old roomate’s appartment, I didn’t even hesitate. She told me she was a little weird and she tends to tell fake stories.
“Yes master”, I said. I don’t know why I was mad at my master, nor why was I saying I was a man a few minutes before. I am a woman, and I love being a slave to my master.
She used to be the most popular girl in school.
Of course, she was smart, pretty, funny… But she could almost be mean. She kept refusing to help you out with your homework. She kept making fun of you in your back.
That made you made, didn’t it?