Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

Everybody wandered what the real reason the Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid were able to escape the law and disappear was. Only now can we confirm that Butch had managed to find the Medallion of Zulo. This enabled the outlaws to take on the persona of two saloon girls at the critical moments when capture was eminent.

Here we have one of the few surviving photos of the twosome in disguise taking out a posse of bounty hunters who had caught up with them in South America. That’s Sundance with her fingers in her ears.

Way to go Butch and Sundance.

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Take Her Life and Run With It

“I’m afraid that stupid look on the Taxi Driver’s face after the body swap looks just like mine when I was swapped out of my old body – stupid stunned amazement. Well at least I’m young and pretty well off. Sarah here has a nice allowance and a beautiful apartment thanks to dear old dad. And her memories show a boyfriend who is loaded both in his pants and his pocketbook.

I always wanted to try living as a hot young girl. They get all the breaks in our society, and their clothes really are to die for. I guess that says something about the old me, but I don’t care. Sarah will work out just fine, and her memories show that she really liked sex. I think I can take that and run with it.”

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Uncle / Nephew Bonding

“Uncle Arnold thanks for taking me with you on spring break this year. The Bahamas are really great, and Stacy’s body rocks.”

“No problem Luke. I figured a little vacation where we could bond would be a good thing. And Cindy and Stacy have been bragging about this trip in my Science Class for the past two weeks. They had the tickets and reservations all set up. All I had to do was use the Costume Gun and zap them.”

“So do you have plans for this week?”

“One minor piece of business on Wednesday, otherwise its boys, brews, and boobs for the whole week; unless you've got something else in mind.”

“No that’s fine. I’m good with that.”

“Well, don’t think I don’t know about you and Gerry on that last trip. I’m not adverse to a little girl on girl action, if you swing that way. “

“With my uncle; let me get back to you on that.”

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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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Caretaker's Reward

“I was a beach comber back in the sixties, bagging seashells, sea glass, and other treasures, and picking up the trash and litter that follows mankind everywhere. I've kept at it, even though my nephews have tried to put me in a home to rot away somewhere. Then yesterday, I found this necklace washed up on shore. I hadn't planned to put it on, but something made me put it around my neck.

I felt this pain, beginning in my groin, and then running up the rest of my body. I fell to my knees, and reached as my body burned and shifted. I grew smaller and rounder, my flesh filling out. Breast sprouted on my chest, and my hair grew out and filled in. When, the pain subsided, I got to my feet and took stock of myself.

I’d turned into a girl, a beautiful tanned goddess like I use to look at forty years ago. I guess Mother Nature decided to reward me for all those years of looking after her beaches. I’m going to go see about scrounging some clothes and finding some company for tonight – some young male company.”

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Love Growing Those Tits

Young Luke had borrowed his Uncle Arnold’s Costume Gun for an hour or so, long enough to zap Melissa, a hot blonde senior at his high school. She’d never give a lowly freshman like him the time of day, but now she was going to give him a great weekend in her skin.

Watching her deflate, he quickly got out of his own clothes and reached for her quivering skin. He slipped her on, first getting her head and face on over his own, and then slipping the rest of her body over his own flabby frame. Then he watched, transfixed as his body morphed and shifted into a copy of Melissa. Luke couldn't take his eyes off of the big round boobs puffing out on his chest. God, the site just made him cum right there kneeling on her bed.

Quickly dressing, he drove her car over to his uncle Arnold’s long enough to put the Costume Gun up and leave a quick note. ‘Uncle Arnold, I borrowed the C.G. and used it with a friend. It’s back in the cabinet. I’ll get with you later to fix her up.’ Then he signed it and headed for the football game. Melissa was a drill team member, and he planned to get her drilled tonight.

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Girls Have More Fun

“When I got my hands on those possession candles, I thought I’d take over John’s body, you know the chick magnet quarterback with the abs and the hot car. But when I tried, I found myself attracted to Kendra here. They were having sex, and her orgasms were so intense, I just had to try that out and see what it felt like.

I slipped into her and was just rolled over by this intense tide of hormones and pleasure. And when John finished, she went in for a shower and masturbated a couple of more times right there. What a dynamo she is. And her plans for that night were already bubbling. She had clubbing plans with some rich college boys.

So now, I never bother trying to possess guys anymore, Kendra here has definitely convinced me that girls have more fun.”

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Midnight Snack

It’s a good thing that Glen can use the Medallion of Zulo to keep Tanya’s shape. Otherwise his eating habits would make the luscious Tanya blow up like a balloon. As it is, he still can’t stay out of the refrigerator to save his soul.

It has turned out well for his sexual partners though. This model of Tanya can’t get enough cum under any circumstances. She just blows and blows.

Come on back to bed Tanya, there’s a foot long just waiting for your attentions.

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Mixing Business and Pleasure

“Arnold Snoggs here, 58 year old high school science teacher and Costume Gun addict. I also trade in black market Magic Items, so when I needed to make a business trip to Barbados in the Caribbean, I picked out the lovely Jill, a sometime travel agent who made frequent trips to the area. A quick zap with my Mark II gave me a beautiful Jill suit that I quickly put on and morphed into.

Not only was Jill a perfect cover for my business, she also knew all the island hot spots, and that girl could hold her liquor as well as anyone I’d ever seen. She was like the girl in the Indiana Jones movies, putting away lesser mortals with ease. And, she helped me get a couple of reluctant wizards to go ahead and close the deal on moving some potions, and magical jewelry pieces. After all, boys will be boys, and none of them seem to be able to do business without some sex and alcohol to lubricate the wheels.

And, that last night, After I’d shipped everything home; I took Jill out for a little fun with one of her island friends who must be some kind of sex addict – the man stayed hard for hours. So besides the fact I can’t claim any of my purchases on my taxes, this was a perfect trip. Oh well, you can’t have everything.”

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But Can She Act

The sister fates, three sisters who pooled their resources to take dying people and help them achieve new lives and identities by matching them with recently deceased young people, and using the magic typewriter to alter reality and fit them in. Joyce, the hospice worker, had an unusual case that she wanted to try and help.

Ron had been a relatively famous Porn Star back in the day before age, and a couple of heart attacks had forced him into retirement. Ron had something almost no one in porn had – he could actually act. He had the kind of charisma that let him talk his way into anything, and had managed to talk Joyce into going to bat for him. Jeanine did have a Porn Star who had just died, a young woman who had OD’ed on drugs, apparently by accident. Would Ron consider changing sexes to get back in the game? Ron was more than willing. Apparently women in the Porn game made more money than men anyway.

So now Ronnie has made a miraculous recovery and is back on the set. And the producers can’t get enough of the new Ronnie; she’s just as hot as she ever was and now, she’s got some real stage presence; the girl has really learned how to act.

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The Tale of the Tape

Old man Motley had collected cursed and novelty magic items for nearly 70 years, until that night in 1957 when he vanished without a trace, leaving his estate in a legal mess. Only now, with his various relatives dying off, are many of those items coming on the market. When George found the old reel-to-reel tape recorder in the sale, he knew he just had to have it. It looked to be in mint condition, so when he got it home, he decided to try it out.

He plugged it in, and pressed the play button to see what was on the tape. He heard a voice saying: “Looking down, you see you’re a tall redhead with fishnet stockings, a dark green corset supporting your ample breast, glasses, and a pageboy haircut. And, you have this overwhelming urge to go out and get laid.”

George reached for the stop button, and saw his slim manicured hand. He did a double take! Everything that the tape had said was true. He was a tall busty redhead, wanting to get laid. Feeling really strange, George, went and borrowed some clothes, and went out looking for action.

When he got home, he decided to see if he could record his own message, and change himself back into a guy. He plugged in the microphone, rewound the tape, and tried a message describing himself. But, when he tried to play it back, all he heard was: “Looking down, you see you’re a tall redhead …”.

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Good Service is What We're All About

“Jason, I’m sorry but when a client pays me to make someone disappear, they disappear. Besides, you wouldn't want to try to go to court and try your case looking like that would you? I’m afraid my medallion fixed you where no one will believe your Jason Seaquest, chief prosecutor in the Ramco case. But not to worry, my assistant is now an exact copy of the old you, and he’ll take care of everything for you.

And I think we found the perfect look for the new you; that red hair and piercings just screams little servant to me. Anyway Mr. Ramco surpassed all other bidders for your services, so perhaps he’ll keep you abreast of how the trial’s going; or maybe not.

Now, before the other spell kicks in and your mind goes all mushy about your past life, I just want you to know there’s nothing personal about any of this. I just provide a service for big bad corporations and criminals who need a little help taking care of crusading do gooders like you. So Jason dear, I want you to have a nice life, and be a good little girl for Mr. Ramco. After all, good service is what we’re all about.”

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Animal Lover

“Wow, no dick – that transformation spell that those women typed for me really worked. It’s strange to go from sitting at home in hospice care to the deck of some rich man’s house in Malibu. I know I’m just the house sitter here, but what a bonus. I get to be young and healthy again and enjoy some of the trappings of wealth.

And next week, when I go back to veterinary school, I’ll be all set to finish up and go back to doing what I love most – caring for peoples pets. What’s a little matter of changing sexes for an opportunity like that? Besides, if the signals I’m getting from this body are any indication, sex is going to be a whole lot better than it’s been in years.

See what being a good and caring person can do for you. Of course it does help if some of your patients happen to have a little magic to help you out.”

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Costume Gun Date Night

“Wow, Staci’s tits really look good from this side,” said John the apartment super. John had found the Costume Gun when he’d found the previous owner dead in mid-costuming in one of his apartments. Now, he considered the complex his own personal hunting ground for hot young coeds.

Staci had been so easy to zap when she called for help with her air conditioning. She had deflated into a girl sized pile of flesh and John had lost no time slipping into her skin. Then the familiar pain of his body morphing and shifting, sprouting those pert young breast; watching his legs grow long and thin. When he finished, he slipped on her jewelry, and that hot purple dress.

“Staci and her friends have a hot night of clubbing planned,” he said pulling down her collar. “I don’t want to keep anyone waiting.” John really loves date night with the Costume Gun.

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The Perfect Date

“Vickie my dear, I’m afraid I must leave you for now. My possession candle has gone out and the spell is broken, but don’t worry, we had a wonderful date. The wining and dining was perfect, your date picked a fabulous wine. The dancing was fun, watching all those people stare at you as you gyrated on the floor. And the sex was exquisite; I’ve never cum so hard in my life.

Yes we must do this again, and soon; so go home and collect yourself, rest up and make another date with Bob the Oil tycoon. I’ll check on you long enough to confirm the time, so I can possess you for the whole evening. Bob is the perfect gentleman in bed and out. I’m really looking forward to being you with him again.”

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Caught Spying

“John, I really don’t like corporate spies trying to find out my secrets. Though I must admit assuming the identity of my research assistant with the Medallion of Zulo was a pretty effective way of getting past my security. Fortunately, I pay the best witch on the East Coast to maintain a magic detection spell on the premises to avoid complications like these. So now, we've found your car and we're going to find the medallion, so what am I to do with you.

Well John, I've always thought Ms. Sanders would be a great lay, and since you’re not her, I guess I could try her out without any of those legal issues of sexual harassment in the workplace to deal with. And you’re already tied up, which leads to all kinds of naughty things we could do. Why don’t I just take you back to my mansion and keep you for myself. I’m sure I can have one of my people impersonate you long enough to feed your employer some false info about our product. Send their research down a couple of blind allies.

Yes John, I’m afraid you’re going to have to come and be my fuck toy for a while. Not forever; just for a few years. What do you say?”

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Leaving the City

“Walk away from the Taxi. I am so glad to be on the street, out of that fat ass taxi drivers body. Heather here fit my criteria perfectly. She’s young, healthy, has some trust fund income, and doesn't live in this dam city.

I am so tired of New York, tiered of being dumped on, the whole thing. Hell, I never would have been caught by the Magic Taxi if my girlfriend hadn't just broken up with me. I know the stories. I know to stay out of a dirty yellow cab with a fat Italian driver who won’t meet your eyes. I know better, but I wasn't thinking, so I put my rich young male butt in the one place I couldn't buy myself out of.

And I’m sorry for Heather’s boyfriend, but if he wants to live in this city, he’s going to do it without me. Screw the roses, I’m moving to San Francisco.”

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Intermediary

“I’m Arnold Snoggs, a 58 year old science teacher and black market magic item dealer. When a couple of my rich male students wanted to buy some potions, I told them I could put them in contact with someone. Then I dug out my Costume Gun and went to borrow Jennifer Elkins, the manager of the ‘Crazy Horse’ and reportedly a C.I. for the Police.

I zapped her and watched her deflate into a pile of girl flesh, and then slipped her over my hefty frame. I never get tired of watching my breast fill out, and my fat frame dwindling down to her cute curves. When I finished changing, I put on her bikini bottom and her low cut shirt and then I called my students to set up the buy.

Using Jennifer gives me leverage in making the sale. The rich boys know who she is, and that she’s protected, so they won’t mess with her, and in sales of this kind, a girl can always get a better price out some guy than I can. And as Jennifer, I can be a bit of a tease. And after we’re done, no one’s the wiser and no one can point the finger at old Arnold.

Plus who wouldn't want to spend a few hours as a hot babe like Jennifer.”

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Don't Break Up the Party

“Oh Boy, or rather Oh girl; five minutes with Jessica’s panties and the Medallion of Zulo and I've got her rack, and all the rest of the package. The first time I used the medallion to become a girl was on a dare from my brother Tommy. He figured I’d have problems with being a girl and all. Actually, it was no big deal until I discovered little Jessica is a sexual dynamo. When she comes, the floodgates open in waves.

Soon, I started making a habit of it, buying some clothes to wear as her, and making excuses for avoiding going out with Tommy and the gang. Then, I got found out. I ran into Tommy in a club as Jessica when he knew she was out of town.

So tonight, we’re going out together, Tommy and me. Just as soon as I take him the medallion and let him change into Candy, Jessica’s best friend. Well it’s only right that we don’t break up our regular party night.”

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Deadbeat Brother

“My deadbeat brother was using that medallion he’d stumbled across to turn into a copy of me, Me; so he could make dates with my escort service. I told him nothing doing until he proves to me he has what it takes to satisfy my customers.

So he takes me to bed and dam if that little weasel doesn't have my act down to perfection. And his tong was going at me like a trumpet player with a cattle prod up his ass. This girl was good. So I worked it out where he could book when I was in class or otherwise occupied.

Hay, I might as well let him do it, he’d just be hitting me up for the money anyway. And when he’s got a little experience under his belt, we’ll do the twin sister act. Rich old guys love the twin sister act.”

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