His Dream Girl

Ken had always had trouble getting pretty girls to go out with him. His rich grandmother decided to help him. She consulted Madame Olga and bought Ken a necklace to help him on his dates.

“Ken,” she said, “place this necklace on your date, and no matter how homely she looks, she will morph into the woman of your dreams.”

Ken thanked his grandmother for her marvelous gift, and went off to college. A few weeks later, Ken decided to send his grandmother a picture of his dream girl.

“Hold still Kendra,” said his boyfriend Darrel. “That’s a great pose. We don’t want to show the old girl too much, or she’ll flip out. After all, she’s your grandmother.”

Kendra just smiled, and moved closer to the plant. She knew Darrel would follow up her photo session with some hot sex. “Thanks grandmother,” she purred.

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Assuming Her Life

“Hey, call me a scumbag, but I was looking for a new life and I managed to find one. I was a private detective with no life, no family, and little health left. I worked a missing person’s case to find Becky, a pretty brunette with a nice trust fund, hooked up with the wrong crowd. I got a hold of some of her personal items left behind and went to see my friend Madame Olga. The old gal gave me a spell to track her across the country, and loaned me her medallion for emergencies.

I found Becky, dead with her boyfriend as a burn victim Jane Doe in a Detroit potter’s field. No one had matched her to an east coast girl whose parents were looking for her. With no ID found with the body, I could see why.

Seeing my chance, I used Becky’s personal items with the medallion to become her. I had enough surface memories to pull it off, and this girl was headed for a posh life. I learned enough of her story in Detroit to fill in the blanks, and arranged for her reunion with her folks. I played it as the contrite little girl who’d learned her lesson.

Now, I have a new life with a healthy young body and an impending Trust Fund to help pay the bills. Becky may not have appreciated her old life, but I certainly do. If you looked as hot as I do now, you would too.

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Life as a Diva

“Thanks to my friend Olga’s possession potion, I was able to possess Elaina here, and return to the concert stage. I used to just care about the music, and the passion of the piano. But having Elena’s pretty young body has changed me. I've grown into a diva, requiring expensive clothes and pampering from my managers and those around me.

And, I crave sex all the time, like a drug. This body can’t get enough of it. I don't know if it some remnant of Elena’s personality, or a thing just of this fine body, but I crave it, particularly before a recital. I've started hiding lovers in my dressing room, and being late to rehearsal. Every city brings a new man to drink dry.

So, what do I plan to do? Extend my tour of course. I never realized what I was missing as a man. And Elaina draws a certain kind of passionate young lover, these men who wish to be close to a goddess. They are vital and strong, and give me so much. Who am I to not give them all a chance to bow at my feet? Life as a great diva is crazy, but it is also very good.”

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