Once a Month

"This doesn't mean that I want your body," She said as she aimed the gun at your, "But I am cursed. If I wait more than 30 days to steal my next body, I will die. You'll like this body; it's a good know. It might be tough adapting to a new gender for you, but I've done it countless times. I've been a man, a woman, old, young, every race imaginable...I am a little excited to be a man again, though I won't be in possession of your body for too long. In another month, I'll be threatening another person just like I'm threatening you now. And then the cycle just keeps going."

Curse

Evan sighed as he picked up Sasha's jean shorts from the floor. He'd be the one wearing them for the time being. She had told him about her curse before they slept together the night before, but he didn't listen. He was just amazed he would be sleeping with such a hot chick. Had he listened carefully, he would've heard that she warned him that she swapped bodies with anyone she had sex with. Evan had a few choices since the curse remained with Sasha's body, not her mind. He could sleep with Sasha again and swap back to his own body. He could abstain from sex and stay in Sasha's body. Or he could sleep with someone else -- man or woman -- and take their body. There was something tempting about the last option on that list. He started to think about whose body he could take.

Lifting Weights

Tyler couldn't believe he could piss anyone off that bad. The 200 pound bodybuilder had been lifting weights at the gym when he made a rude misogynist comment to a woman. She blew up at him, claiming she was a witch who would curse him to lose chauvinistic attitude. At first he was scared, but he kept telling himself there were no such things as curses or witches. He continued his workout oblivious to the transformation that slowly overtook his body. Just as he was about to finish, he thought back to the witch. He laughed at the curse. What could she have possibly done? He assessed himself in the mirror. There was certainly nothing wrong with his reflection. The long blonde hair, perky breasts, and skinny waist were the epitome of masculinity that he remembered. Even the low cut top, frilly pink skirt, and high heels screamed manly to him.

Lifting weights

Tyler couldn't believe he could piss anyone off that bad. The 200 pound bodybuilder had been lifting weights at the gym when he made a rude misogynist comment to a woman. She blew up at him, claiming she was a witch who would curse him to lose chauvinistic attitude. At first he was scared, but he kept telling himself there were no such things as curses or witches. He continued his workout oblivious to the transformation that slowly overtook his body. Just as he was about to finish, he thought back to the witch. He laughed at the curse. What could she have possibly done? He assessed himself in the mirror. There was certainly nothing wrong with his reflection. The long blonde hair, perky breasts, and skinny waist were the epitome of masculinity that he remembered. Even the low cut top, frilly pink skirt, and high heels screamed manly to him.