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!"

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. 

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a cap where a shy college student named Sam finds himself put into the body of the campus slut.

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I didn`t say any bad word.

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