A Nerds Gotta Dream



“I always said if I ever got hold of one of those MAU Morphic Adaption Unit machines that I’ve read about on the internet, I know exactly what I’d do with it. So when I stumbled across the silver chest with the strange markings out near the beach, I knew just what to do. I took it home and pushed the button to set it up in my basement, and then I went looking for Sally Keller.”

Sally had everything, she was hot, popular, had rich absentee parents, and an allowance that gave her more in a week than I made in a year. She also used us brainiacs to do her homework, and then ridiculed us behind our backs. It just so happened that I had a chemistry paper I was doing for her, so getting her to come by my house was a no brainer. I used some either to knock her out, and then hauled her to the machine.

Getting readings of each of our bodies, I turned myself into Sally’s clone, and then I turned her into a dumber copy of myself. I also blotted out Sally’s memory of her prior life. Then, I folded up the machine, put on her clothes, put the machine in her car and went to take over her life. Now I’m the society queen with the big bank account, and Sally is a burned out fat nerd with no idea of what she’s lost. I've told a couple of my old friends so they wouldn't feel sorry for the old me. I've even offered to let them try the MAU; after all, it might still work.”

Caught At Last



“Did you really think that I couldn't find you? Jamie, you may have stolen my athletic male body, and my fortune, but the knowledge and skills I had as an assassin were still there, even in your tiny frame.

If you didn't want me to come after you, you should have killed me while you had the chance; you’ll never have another. Now, before we settle this, I have but one thing to say.

Thank you! I never knew how good it feels to be a woman. The passionate sex; the taste and desires, the way men look at me, these things have given my life meaning again. So instead of killing you, I’m going to let you buy your life. Give me the medallion, and I’ll leave, never to return.

You will be the only man to ever have me swear to kill them, and live. Just be glad that I’m such a nice forgiving young woman now, and that I don’t really want to have to clean your blood off of my nails.”

Body Swap Complications


When Jason perfected his body swapping device, he did his first human trials using his buddy David and Jennifer, the bitch who always engineered the hazing of him and his nerd friends. After coming out from under the hood of the device, and convincing Jason that the transfer was a success, David as Jenifer decided to arrange some hazing for Jennifer in his old body.

They never dreamed that she'd lose it getting picked on, and run out into traffic. David stood transfixed as they pronounced him dead at the scene, and hauled off three of the jocks who’d been terrorizing him and his friends. So now David is stuck as a girl. At first she was freaked out about all the life changes and having to keep up the charade with Jennifer’s parents. But, as time went by, the new Jenifer discovered that having rich parents and being popular were big improvements.

Also, Jennifer’s vibrator collection gave him a whole new perspective on just how good being a girl could feel.

Jason plans to experiment further, and is looking for his own possible body to swap with.

Journal Entry


John had been scrounging around in the back of his late Grandfather’s shop when he'd run across a small box of blank Journal books and a fancy pen made to resemble an old style writing quill. John had always kept a journal himself to keep track of his writing ideas and plans, as well as a place to vent about his rich snob schoolmates. He was also into TG Captions, and secretly envious of a couple of girls in his class who seemed to have it all – money, beauty, and brains.

That night, when he cracked open the blank Journal for its first entry, he decided to do something really out there. ‘Tasha that stuck up bitch at school snubbed me again today,’ he wrote. ‘How I wish that we could trade places, and she could see how much it hurts to be a poor envious geek, while I basked in her perfect little life.’

Suddenly, John felt faint; his eyesight dimmed, and he felt his ears pop a couple of times. John felt his head drop, and he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he didn't recognize where he was. The room was plush, in pleasant tans and browns. There was a candelabra burning on the nearby table, and he was drooped sideways in the chair with his boobs pushed up against the chair arm.

John did a double-take, those weren't his hands. These hands were small and feminine, with colored manicured nails. His hair was a long brunette mass, flowing down his back and over his big round breast. The only thing he recognized was the Journal and pen that he’d been writing with.

 And someone had written a line below his own entry in the book. It said ‘Wish Granted.’

A Fitting Catch for the Magic Taxi


“No darling, you've simply got to be there tonight. I'm announcing my new product line. Everyone who’s anyone is going to be following my lead on this one. I don't care if your charity event is tonight. You simply must come. I'm not going to let anything get in the way of this. My reputation as a fashion leader is at stake. 

What do you mean my priorities are wrong? Power and money are what make the town go my dear, and you'd best not forget that when you're dealing with me.

Well I'm here darling, so I'll let you go. What do you mean ‘Have a Nice Day.’ Of course I'm going to have a nice day. Wait! What's happening to me? God this can't be happening. I'm a man; an ugly disgusting little man. And my body is walking away from the cab. My voice has changed. I can't open the door.”

And so another socialite snob discovers the allure of the magic taxi, where they can check in, but may not check out. Sometimes, Karma is served.