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A job is a job

TFGun Massacre

Steven was by now an experienced thief and robber. Most of his selfconfidence actually came from the TFGun he once bought on a flea market. He thought it was a toy gun and wanted to use it at the local alcohol store as a first try. He aimed at the owner and yelled at him to give him all the money. The owner was experienced and immediately saw it was a toy gun. "Guy, get out of here quick, or I'll call the cop" he said cool. Steven was afraid and was about to leave when he acted like a kid and acted as if he was shooting him. A pink flash came out of the gun and hit the owner who immediately transformed into a female 47 year old version of himself. The name tag on his tight top suddenly said Denise instead of David. 

From that day on Steven knew it was the others who should be afraid of him. The word spread fast and most store owners, banks and normal people who he wanted to rob let him do his job otherwise they knew what would happen. 

Often enough though he had to demonstrate his powers and he experimented with his gun. He found out that he just has to think of a picture or a female job, name or anything like that and the guy would change the person fitting to what he thought. Some months ago he was robbing a gas station and quickly looked at the board with the magazine covers. As the 19 year old cashier refused to give him the money first he shot at him while still having the picture of Katy Perry in his head. He also found out that it is a one-way ticket. The gun would never work twice on someone since he tried to change the Katy Perry double back but it wouldn't work.

The newspapers next day said "Started his shift as 19 year old Jason and got hom as Katy Perrys twin - read her story" and people started to get pissed.

From that day on Steven was greeted by more and more resistance during his jobs and the police always tried harder to take his gun away.

So when he tried to rob a big bank downtown as one of his last jobs the situation quickly got out of control. People wouldn't listen to him and he already heard the sirens. He panicked and decided to grab a young boy as a hostage. "Leave me alone, or I think of a grandma!" he yelled and took the boy with him out in the park. He was surrounded by many people and a group of 5 police men ran towards him. "Put that gun down and give up" they yelled holding up their real guns.

"Yeah? I think I know a place were you should work instead of the police, I was there yesterday" with that he quickly shot at the officers who immediately turned into busty strippers in police uniforms. "Much better huh? He laughed" as the new strippers fell on their butts due to their shifted balance and their high heels. 

He spotted some girls filming everything on their smartphones. "Fucking bitches" he said and shot them. Shortly after that there were four female dogs running out.

One man tried to be brave and approached Steven and his hostage form the right but he saw him. A second later the pink beam hit him and the black man was a 10 year old girl with blonde pigtails.

"Ok, you all don't want to listen? Then I will show you what power I have." From that on he randomly shot at people and thought about something nice for them to transform into. A young woman that reminded him of his ex was instantly turned into a pig. A father was turned into his daugther and her daugther into her father. Two yelling punks were suddenly screaming in the voices of Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton.

He spotted two men and aimed at them "you, you can be a hooker and you, why don't you look like your own mom" he said. Bad luck would have it that the beam accidently hit the glas front of the guys smartphone and the beam was reflected. The first one hit himself and the second one his hostage.

"No way, fuck!!" he screamed in his high pitched voice, looking at his slender hand with the red fingernails holding the gun. Immediately two other officers ran towards them and held his now weaker arm with the gun up in the sky. "Let go of the gun, whore!" yelled the cop and smiled dirty at Steven. "I'm sorry for you boy, but you can go back to your family".
Steven looked down at his clearly female body, wearing only a red-black top with alot of cleavage, showing off his fake double Ds, a short black leather skirt, fishnet stocking and pink platform hooker boots.
After 3 years in a women prison (the judges agreed that he got a fitting punishment already) Steven, now Stephanie, had no other opportunities to work in the business she gave herself.

Mias Top 5 disadvanteges of having big boobs

I hope you like my first attempt at a gif. It's a quick idea that I had.
I thought readers would like this more since my lasts "caps" were pretty long.

Maniac with a magic wand

"Hold still, I'll be done with you in about 10 minutes. Your lips will take some time. So, tell me why or how that maniac got you and who you were" the make-up artist said.
"I don't know exactly why but it was only some hours ago. I first saw him when he yelled at me at the airport. I accdidently ran into him and said sorry, but he immediately had this wand in his hand. He only said that I can follow him to his lounge and then sparks hit me. I could only follow him and his buddies from then on. My girlfriend screemed, we were about to leave for 2 weeks of vacations. She wanted to know what's happening, but he turned to her, the sparks hit her and instantly she was a wearing a red flight attendent uniform just like me now. I only could walk and followed them until we reached this area. He pointed the wand at me and asked if I want to fly or walk on the street. After I said that I wanted to fly the sparks hit me and I instantly turned into ... this."

"Ah, the classic trick question. Good you said you want to fly, otherweise you'd be already walking the streets as a hooker and believe me, you'd look alot sluttier than now."

"What? I hope my girlfriend is alright. What is all that bullshit? I mean is that some sort of crazy magician or what? And fuck ... my voice is annoying."

"Get used to it, it will be yours for the rest of your life if you play after his rules. I'm surprised you never heard of him. James Sullivan. Long story short. He once found that magic wand and since then used it to gain power, wealth and fame. He is probably the richest of all and owns anything you can imagine. He got the wand when he was 19 and guess what the first thing was he did, it shows what an maniac he is. His 3 years older brother who was always favoured by his parents and was more successfull ... well, he made him his trophy wife. His parents he turned into a pair of asian housemaids."

"Oh god, that shit's crazy. There's no way out? I mean he seems to do it often, it must get boring. And why did he have to make me look like some porn star or so?"

"You see he does that so many times per day, he won't even remember you after a while and you'll be just some woman with a nice rack for him. He won't trap you or so, at some point you are free to go. As for the transformation, well, he basically only imagines something in his head and you turn into it, in your case a stewardess right from a porn movie. Afterall, you and I were men, so we know what pictures we can have in our heads."

"You were a man too? Why haven't you left already?"

"Yes  I was. I'm Jack, now I go by Tiffany Melons, a hand selected name by our manic. It was 5 years ago. I was just kissing my girlfriend and suddenly I turned into that stripper you see here. He must have been bored and unlucky for me, he remembered me as being his biggest bully back at school. Unlike you he consideres me a close enemy and wants to see me suffer as his personal assistent for new girls. There, we are done. You can go aboard now and I guess your girlfriend is waiting there too."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry mate, but I hope he didn't change her. By the way ... I got a new name too? I should be Max and I'm 24. On my left tit it only says Mile High Airways."

"Yes, I think here in your purse you should have something. Oh .... . "What? Is it that bad?" ... "Well, you will be free at some point and you can go with your girlfriend and normally he gives the new girls normal names, but for today I guess he had a special image in his head. You are now 29 year old Candy Cocksucker."

Unfortunately Candy Cocksucker found out that her former girlfriend now almost looked like him, just blonde and that the maniac considered keeping them until he found new replacements. Until then both would not only serve drinks and food but Candy also blowjobs and her girlfriend anal joy on the toilets.

The Femi-Witch

A few minutes earlier:

After overhearing the conversation between Justin and his teenage buddies she was furious. They were sitting in the fast food restaurant talking about Ashley, a girl from school, who worked here. "Totally a girls job since she's hot enough for a waitress" Justin said. "I want a girlfriend who earns her own money. Not some gold digger bitch or so" David added. "Right. I mean we live in the year 2017, I don't want to be the only one working later while my wife sits at home and plays housewife like my mom. She could work but she's just sitting at home" Justin said. "You guys are not fair. Think of women that are on their own ... otherwise ... they can always have sex for money, it'd be so easy for them" Evan the girl-magnet said. 
Suddenly Ashley the waitress stopped as if she was frozen. She guys were puzzled when a young woman approached their table. "Hello boys. I'm Samantha and unfortunately for you I'm an independent woman, a feminist and a witch. At your age you already have pretty stupid and sexist opinions and I'm going to fix that hopefully. 
You three listen now. First there's nothing you can and second I'll only say it once. You'll all be women. I use my magic cell phone to change you and also .... well, call that a little fetish of mine ... to take a picture exactly during the moment when you are transferred into your new bodies. Your facial expresssion will be priceless ... but I digress. 
Evan, women can always have sex for money and it's easy? For you I'll find a nice hooker to take her place, you'll get the body when I take the picture. I've seen some nice ebony and hispanic ones down the road, I hope you don't mind that they were a bit older, do you? 

Well, I'll see ... Now for you David. Yeah, all women that look good and want to date men are gold diggers or bitches for you. I will find you a nice bimbo body of some high school drop out. Good luck trying to convince people not to see only your appearence. Do you like fake tits David? No .. you shaking your head? Well ok, I'll find one with big natural ones, but instead with huge fake lips! Blonde or brunette David? Hehe, I knew you'd say brunette. Platin blonde would immediately make you look much cheaper and more stupid. Well, I think Jesscia Rabbit red will suit you. OK, sorry I'm mean to you, you see men too often called me a bitch ... well, what name you want? What .. Danielle? Sorry but you'll look like a bimbo in case you haven't noticed. Oh I know it ... you'll be a real life 'Barbie' for your little sister.

Justin, it's really sad you think that about your own mom. Maybe you've only never seen what she did for you? Well, for you I'll drive to your home and take a photo of your mom. If she has such an easy life I hope you don't mind being her for the rest of your life. But since you said your mom, soon you, doesn't do anything at home I need to help you. How old are you Justin? 16, ok. Well, you are going to be 45 ... oh, and yes, you will be married to your dad! Don't look so shocked ... you will be his wife Pamela, not to forget the mother of your 14 year old sister, now daugther. I think ... to spice up your life as an independant woman, you are going to have an affair. It's only fair - my magic lets me know your dad, I mean husband, has an affair too. Any wishes on who your affair should be? No? You don't want any? Well, I also know you loved calling moms of your classmates cougars. I think I'll give your body a high lust for younger ... let's say local-college-age men. Black young men ... yes, that's fits a suburban housewife. Let's also make your body more high-maintenance. You decide: Make-up or clothing? What will be your passion you use alot of time for? Ok, make-up and nails it is ... but ... as a cougar. I need you to wear high heels always! I think your husband will like it too.

I think we are all set now. After 1 year you all will be able to have normal lives, though you will continue them in the bodies you'll get. You'll have to fight for womens rights and try to make the world less sexist by being independant and proud women - if you don't you'll just continue the special life I've created for you. 
Alright boys, I will leave now. The next time you see me it will be after a flash and you instantly get your new body.

The boys panicked and couldn't believe what just happened. Justin tried to get home but suddenly something like a flash hit him bright in the eyes..

*flash* 

"Uhhh that's a great shot Justin ... I mean Pamela. How does it feel having a big cock in your vagina for the first time? By the way, your mom was a bit bitchy when I told her my plan ... I mean she was a proud woman and didn't want to give up being a female and your mom. I decided to help her and instead of turning her into your old self you now also have a 16 year old daugther who is 7 months pregnant.
Alright Justin ... ah, sorry, Pamela. Enjoy your fuck here with Franklin. Don't forget to take the birth control pills and hurry, your husband will be home in an hour. Enjoy your life as a housewife. I'm out to take care of the hooker and the bimbo" the witch said and vanished. 

(to be continued?)

English isn't my first language and I always wonder if I should keep it shorter so that everyone can read it easily. I always have the feeling my writing is bad, but when I wrote the story I just had to add more. How do you like it?

Magische Kriminalität (German)

"Kann ich meine Hände jetzt wieder runternehmen" sagte Niels in der neuen Mädchenstimme die er seit 20 Minuten hatte. "Wir sind wirklich Männer, die eine aus dieser Mädchengang hat uns verwandelt!"
"Klar Blondie, habt ihr Drogen genommen? Ich kenne das Millieu hier und ihr lasst euch immer neue Ausreden einfallen, um keine Strafe abzubekommen. Jetzt her mit deinem Ausweis!" sagte der genervte Polizist.
"Den hab ich ja eben versucht zu suchen als ihr dachtet ich hol n Messer oder so raus. Ich hab keine Ahnung wo ich hier meinen Ausweis haben könnte." Nach ein wenig suchen beachtete Niels die Handtasche die zwischen seinen Beinen stand, direkt neben den pinken Converse Schuhen. "Ah hier .. ey, ich hab echt keine Ahnung was hier abgeht. Hier scheint wohl mein Portmonee zu sein, aber nochmal, ich und Dominik hier haben die alte Dame da nicht ausgeraubt. Das war so eine Mädchengang und wir wollten helfen. Plötzlich holt die eine so einen alten Stock aus ihrer Tasche zeigt auf uns ... ich wurde von irgendwas getroffen und im nächsten Moment habe ich blonde Haare im Gesicht und pinke Fingernägel.
"Ja ja ... ist klar Mädchen. Gut ... ja, das ist dein Ausweis: Chantal Barinski, geboren 2001 in Berlin. Was ist mit der Nutte da neben dir, hast du auch deinen Ausweis gefunden mittlerweile oder guckst du da draußen nur Jungs hinterher" sagte der Polizist zu Dominik.
"Was heißt hier Nutte? Das was Niels sagte stimmt, ich stand da plötzlich im Park und hab sofort die Brüste gesehen in diesem mega Ausschnitt den die mir gegeben haben. In meinem Rock hier habe ich keine Taschen mehr" sagte Dominik und tastete nochmal alles hab. "Niels, vielleicht bei dir in der Handtasche?"
Nach kurzer Suche zwischen Taschentüchern, Make-Up, Tampons, Pfefferspray und nem iPhone fand Niels, jetzt Chantal, ein violettes Portmonee. Der Polizist sah sich den Ausweis an.
"Ayla Shaylin Lammers, türkische und deutsche Staatsbürgerschaft, geboren 2000 auch in Berlin. Deutscher Vater und türkische Mutter?"
Dem Polizisten schien es Spaß zu machen und er erlebte das wohl auch mehrmals am Tag. Die Hinweise der beiden zur Verwandlung überhörte er.  Da die alte Dame aussagte, dass die beiden das nicht waren und wohl nur zufällig da waren wurden sie gehen lassen.
Die neue Chantal wartete schon draußen als die neue Ayla ausstieg und da wusste Niels auch warum der Bulle sie Nutte genannt hatte. Ayla war kleiner als Chantal, hatte größere Brüste, ein hautenges Oberteil, einen Minirock und braune High heels an. "Scheiße, was haben die mit uns gemacht. Du siehst echt aus wie ne 17 jährige Nutte" sagte Chantal. "Ach ja? Du hast die Kondome in deiner Handtasche wohl umsonst" sagte Ayla genervt.
Nach kurzer Zeit beruhigten sie sich und saßen auf einer Bank in der Innenstadt. Sie durchforsteten gerade ihre iPhones mit ihren neuen langen Fingernägeln und fanden Namen, Bilder, ihre neuen Adressen bei ihren neuen Eltern, Schülerinnen-Ausweise der Hauptschule ... als plötzlich eine Gang von fünf Mädchen auf sie zukamen. "Na bitches" lachte die Anführerin die sie verwandelt hatte. "Ihr kommt uns lieber nicht mehr in die Quere. So stark kommt ihr euch hoffentlich auch nicht mehr vor. HAHA. Ihr solltet das auch lieber für euch behalten, sonst mach ich aus euch einfach zwei Chinesinnen irgendwo in China, das habe ich schon mit mehreren gemacht. Ihr glaubt gar nicht wie viele Bitches, Nutten und so hier mal Männer waren. Macht einfach euer Ding und nervt mich nicht mit Zurückverwandlung oder so. Ach ... ihr solltet mal eure Freunde anrufen, die sorgen sich schon. Und damit ihr nicht überrascht seid ... Chantal, du bist für deine blowjobs bekannt und Ayla ... naja, sagen wir mal du trägst gerne Röcke weil du dich gerne mal bückst. Bis dann ihr bitches!"

Dicknapped

Carl, the 14 year old son of the wealthy Jefferson family had been kidnapped. Greg, his father, had received a mysterious txt not to call the police and to await further instructions. It was all he could do to keep calm in front of his daughter and wife as they waited to hear from the kidnappers and the ransom they expected for his son.

Finally, his phone rang from an unlisted number. Greg readied himself for the worse.

“We’re glad you can follow instructions and that you’ve kept this from the police. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to your boy.” stated a garbled and sinister voice.

“Please, what do you want? I hope you haven’t hurt him. He’s only 14.” pleaded Greg.

“Your brat is fine as long as you cooperate. You’ve made a lot of people mad for how you do business Mr Jefferson. You profited well from that mining bankruptcy. $2 million dollars should be nothing to get to us by tomorrow for the life of your precious son.” hissed the garbled voice.

“I lost money too and I’m barely keeping up appearances. The best I can get you is $1 Million.” Greg negotiated back desperate for his son, but knowing his limited resources. “It’s almost everything I have, but it’s yours for my son.”

“It’s all you’ve got,” mocked the voice. “Very well we accept, but know that we’ll need to make other arrangements to make up the short fall on our asset. Though with what you’re giving us you won’t be getting all of your son back.

“No, don’t hurt him! It’s all I’ve got. He’s only 14, please don’t maim him for life over my shortcomings.” pleaded Greg.

“We’re not barbarians, slicing off ears and fingers. But you do know how important it is to get a good return on an investment even if it does require some repurposing…” laughed the unnamed voice.

Greg was then given instructions with what to do and to await word on where to pick up Carl.

After many nerve wracking hours Greg was told he could find Carl on a train car at the end of the East Line at midnight, which was only 15 minutes away. He raced to the location and began calling out “Carl! Carl!”

“I’m over here Dad,” yelled out a female voice.

Greg was dumb founded when he found her tied up.

“It’s me Dad. I don’t know how, but they put me in this hooker’s body. They said it was for you short changing them and they’d make another million by selling my boy body off to some old rich man who wanted to be younger. They told me to warn you not to go after them.” explained the lady who was now his son.

Thankfully, the kidnappers had given Carl his new ID. After explaining to his wife and daughter what had happened the welcomed “Juanita Alverez” into their family. To outsiders she was the Jefferson’s new maid, a reformed prostitute. But to them, it was their son Carl.

Still Greg was furious at what had been done to his family and he vowed he would right this wrong and find a way to get his son’s body back…


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Would anyone be interested in a sequel to see what happens to Greg?

I'm not a bimbo

"Man, I really look dumb and slutty *sigh* " Bryan said in the womens restroom and automatically finished to refresh his lipgloss. He didn't even care for the other womens stares who secretly thought what a cheap slut or whore he was. 

After the terrorist attack in Boston he moved away from there in order to have less people constantly look at him as one of the victims. Now, being in San Francisco, he hoped that people could live better with his new looks and attitudes. The virus the terrorist spread over Boston transformed over 25 000 men - mostly changing them into complete bimbos. First they'd get the body as if they had been born female but then the awkward changes set in. An obesession with make-up, fashion, bigger boobs and dyed hair were only some of them. For most people these victims were just stereotypical bimbos now. They learned to live with them and the government made it possible to give them some sort of easy job. 
Unmentioned were the cases where the virus suddenly stopped working. There were weird cases were men only would grow breasts or get a vagina. Other only had a female face and a female ass. Then there were some like Bryan. He got it all ... the complete body of a bimbo, the obsession with make-up, slutty fashion and ... that was it. No reduced IQ, no bimbo speech, no loss of memory, no super high libido. He was fully aware what he looked like, how others saw him and what the new attitudes made him do. 

He accepted that he is a she now and also the new identity the government gave him. She was still 26 years old and now went by the name Brenda. In the free economy no one really wanted to hire her anymore and she also wasn't able to continue studying Management at MIT. She was doing one of the government supported jobs as a waitress. 

Brendas life already has changed over a year ago and she accepted that there was no way that it was reversible. She started to accept her changed and also that she a normal heterosexual woman. Today she had a date with the 3rd guy.
"I really hope Jason can see beyond my looks and is interested in me personally" Brenda thought. Unfortunately Jason again was only seeing an easy girl for some one night stand. Despite Brendas efforts to immediately make clear that men can talk and have fun with her she would have to get used to the sentence "I am not a bimbo, I only look like one" for the rest of her life.
The urge to finally get the breast implants her body wants wouldn't help, but Brenda was hoping she could mentally force herself to not get fake tits until she found a boyfriend or husband even.

Becoming a feminist

"The life of a woman is so much more complicated, especially with these annoying dresscode rules at work", Neil said as he applied crimson lipstick. After manveuvering a female body for two weeks already it's become part of his daily routine before work.

Alot has changed since the genderwave went around the world. Everyone got hit by it and instantly got the body they would have gotten if they were born with the opposite gender. Neil was at work in a medium sized company, working as a production manager in his big office when the genderwave hit him. He was so concentrated on his work that he didn't even hear the talk of the employees who heard about the wave in the news. So when it hit him and changed his XY chromosomes to XX it took him a few seconds to notice the changes. Suddenly Neil felt as if he was sitting on a pillow and there was an unfamiliar tugging on his chest. As his new slender hand with the dark red fingernails cupped his right boob for the first time he didn't know what to say. 

There was chaos all over the company and in the world while Neil was in his office and realized he was a she now. Staring down at the content of his new purse, that had somehow as well appeared in his suddenly smaller office, he saw information that would describe the rest of his life. His/her ID card showed a brunette woman with open hair. His date of birth was still the same, which meant that he still is 34 years old, while his sex has changed to female. Height: 5' 3'', "great I lost almost a foot" he thought, eyes: brown and then there was his new name, instead of Neil Johnson it said Candice Michelle Walker. The genderwave caused all family names were changed to those of the former mothers side who was now the father. Something Candice really hated immediately was that her new body was shown off in that double-button blazer with a white blouse beneath, a black skirt, stockings and 4'' high heels. "That's pretty humiliating, am I a secretary or what?" she asked in her new voice and didn't know how true that was - yet. Ignoring her ample cleavage and swaying hips as she she walked out of her new office she saw her door sign 'Ms. Walker - Secretary of Mr. Langley'. "Langley? Never heard, I wonder who that is."

After driving home in a typical womans car, she met her former wife, now husband, Michael and her former son who no longer had the name Brad but Ashley. They talked alot and tried to get used to this whole situation. The genderwave caused everything to adapt to their new lives. The house was unchanged, but the pictures were adjusted, one showing Candice in a white wedding dress next to Michael. Their clothes now fit their gender, bodies and jobs - Ashley wasn't happy about finding cheerleader uniforms in her new pink room while Candice just looked in awe at all the complicated looking and very feminine clothing.
"It's pretty weird, isn't it honey. I will try to help you" Michael said after they went downstairs again. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at his now wife and now daugther. "Hey baby, I think you never realized that a big chest runs in your former fathers side of the family", he says smiling while Candice and Ashley look annoyed at their E and D-cup sized breasts. 

So it came that, despite many things had changed, that the days started to normalize again. Ashley went to school as a girl and Candice only needed 40 minutes instead of 2 hours in the morning to dress properly for her job and doing her make-up. It's been two weeks since the wave made Neil wear high heels every day at work as a secretary for Mr. Langley who was Ms. Turner before, working beneath Neil.

On the other hand many other things haven't changed. Those were the things Candice and many many other new women hated suddenly. Due to emergency laws everyone had to do their jobs as if nothing happened. If the wave gave you a new job you had to deal with it. So it came that many of those former men became the loudest feminists - Candice was one of them. Before the wave she only smiled and laughed at these crazy chicks who called 'rape' or discrimination whenever they could. Now that all former male politicians with power have tits of their own the rights of women were their biggest interest.
Candice had a hard time speaking up in her company. She found many other new women who also wanted back their power and status. They also were trying to sue the company for making women wear things like blouses, skirts and high heels as part of their "dresscode". Yet, the new male judges, politicans and CEO's didn't change anything. No one said it, but the new men liked to smile when the new women adjusted their bras, pulled down their skirts or walked unsteadily in their high heels complaining in the cafeteria that they earn less for the same work.

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I'd be really interested in feedback. I love seeing men struggle and fight in their new bodies / roles rather then immediately accepting everything and loving it. Forgive me my bad English.