Switching of Bodies.... Magical Curse

[little_golden]

OCC

I'd like to do a switching of bodies thread. A man and a woman through magic switch bodies and then experience life through each others perspective.

IC

Patricia Leroux has a hottie according to all the college boys. At twenty years old she was a knockout with her curly red hair, trim body and big breasts. At college she was an "A" student in Business Administration and a popular lady with the boys and girls in residence.

Patricia wasn't a gambler by nature but that Saturday afternoon she was cruising the antique shops when she found a strange bottle. The old lady at the counter told her it magical and not to play with it, but Trisha couldn't resist the urge to pull out the cork as she assumed it was some old perfume. As she pulled out the cork a mist enveloped her... and then the mist attacked the man closest to her.........

OCC... I need a man to describe himself (his character), to post once as the male character and then we switch characters. The experience is the learning curve of being a member of the opposite sex.

If more than one person is interested we can do multiple body swicthes.

Please be prepared to post 5-7 times per week and ideally at least a page at a time so that we can develop the story.

Smiles

 

[Neo Alias]

Zenko Zeshin was fairly young attractive male. Most everyone else seemed to think of him to be pretty good looking. Nineteen years old and he was a well built being very physical and athletic he was into swimming, basketball, and soccer. Soccer and basketball were some of his favorite but he only had time to be on a team for swimming and basketball. So Soccer was more just something he played with his friends whenever he was free too. Along with this he liked to keep up a regular work out program as well as taking private lessons for Wing Chun which was a form of Marital Arts.

His muscles were strong well toned giving him a nice set of abs along with an all around fairly muscular body. Though he was white his skin was still a bit dark from all the time he spent out in the sun playing sports and such. His hair was a dark black color as well as short. It looked pretty good especially considering he didn’t seem to use hair gel or anything in it. His decision in clothing style usually had to do with dark clothing. Like today he was wearing a black t-shirt and pants despite how hot it was.

Some thought he was gothic or something but there was nothing to support this. In all honesty he wasn’t either despite the fact that he liked gothic people. At college he didn’t always get A in class but usually B was in average in most things. So in that he was pretty good while among the college teens he was pretty well known. One thing was for sure that he was a smart talker. Being able to make good friends with both males and females though females more so of course. Though it was known by some of his closer friends that he was actually bisexual.

Usually the main school days were busy for him always running off to some game, practice or scrimmage. Being a rather good athlete helped him be pretty well known. The fact he studied Wing Chung and could kick most anyone’s ass was a plus as well. Of course later at night is when he would finally hang out and on Monday and Thursday is when he’d train with his private instructor. Despite all of this he didn’t really have a girlfriend at the moment... There were girls he was interested in as well as a few guys and vice versa. But no one he had decided to get together with yet.

One common thing he was asked was of he was rich and why his name was Japanese. Really his parents were rich and paid for a lot of his stuff because he had a pretty good relationship with them. And he was there adopted son which was why he himself wasn’t Japanese. This Saturday afternoon he had just been chilling for once.

Driving around for a while when he came upon this old shop It had been curiosity that lured him in to check around and see what there was. They had seem neat items too. Though of course he’d never be prepared for what was to happen when I young attractive girl standing next to him opened a bottle and a mist moved over him...

 

[little_golden]

Patricia felt a pulling sensation rip through her body and seconds later her beody felt very normal - yet strange. She didn't realize the bottle was no longer in her hands and the strange physical sensations made her forget all about the scents she was originally seeking.

Patricia took a few steps further down the antique shop. The old lady behind the cash seemed to be grinning - a wicked evil - "you'll learn a lesson" type smile. She just grinned back at the old lady.

As Patricia walked around the shop, she didn't bother looking at the other patrons. As a good looking girl, she had been used to getting a lot of stares and attention. Over time she had learned to just keep her down sometimes or to pretend she didn't see other people - unless they were her friends.

Patricia opened the door to the shop and exited. She hadn't even ten feet when a street peddler spoke to her:

"Hey buddy ... want to buy a newspaper"

"No thanks" Patricia replied and she was surprised at how low and masculine he voice suddenly seemed. But she dismissed it as maybe the start of a cold or something.

As she kept walking, she noticed a pair of younger girls eyeing her and at first she figured they were admiring her stylish clothes. This time as she looked down, she had a very unpleasant surpise - the clothes were different - her legs looked longer - the shoes were wrong!

Holy shit! Patricia thought as she rubbed her hands across the material to touch it. As she moved the hands, things went from bad to worst as the hands were hard, and big, and they were not pretty, dainty and the nails weren't carefully made up
with pink nail polish.

Patricia walked faster and faster towards the front of a coffee shop where she could look in the window. As she looked in the window... she was in shock and she feel backwards collapsing.

"That's not me!" Patricia whispered in a man's voice. The reflection before her was that of a handsome young 19 year old boy....

 

[Neo Alias]

What the...!?

He blinked, felt something weird, like this odd kind of moving. Pulling sensation it tingled a bit moving his entire body. Probably had something to do with this “mist” of sorts. Though he had no idea what... A moment later he blinked again and everything was back to normal. Very, very odd... Breathing out lightly he realized something felt different. But different how was the thing that he couldn’t figure really.

On the one hand he felt fine, but on the other hand he felt lighter. Almost like his muscles had gotten a light smaller or something. Realizing there was a bottle in his hand he set it aside. Turning around he then stumbled a bit. Feeling like he nearly tripped over his own feet. Silently he cursed to himself not knowing why he was so clumsy all of a sudden. It must have been something in the shop or something. Maybe that strange mist or whatever... Figuring it would be best to go home and maybe get some rest he began walking toward the door. The old lady at the counter only smiled at him in a kind of unnerving way...

Stumbling again, he then steadied himself while walking out of the place. This was really starting to bug him something in there had messed him up a lot. And his “chest” felt maybe kind of heavier or something. Mostly steadying himself at walking now Zenko kept walking. Stepping in between two guys he head one of them look back and whistle.

“Hey cutey need some help there.”

Scowling he glanced back at the guy saying, “Jerk,” Which got a couple of chuckles from him and his friend. Though he was about to add more this the hair that brushed over his face made him stop in his tracks. Quickly he stopped dead in his tracks then went silent. Hands moving up to rub the hair that he had just noticed.

Pulling it out in front of his face he tugged on it a bit feeling it connected to his head. At this point he felt like nearly screaming or something. That’s when he realized his voice wasn’t deep and masculine. Instead very soft feminine sounding... Turning he ran over to his car the best he could. Hopping into it pulled down the visor to look into the mirror. Gasping slightly in surprise he fell back into his seat then remained silent. This didn’t make any sense... Staring back with a shocked look on his face was a young attractive female. It appeared that he was that female...!

“What’s going on...?”

 

[little_golden]

"Hey man! Hey man! What are you doing? You look sick... Do you want me to call an ambulance or something" an older man spoke as Patricia's regained her senses.

"No...no...." Patricia spoke up in a strong masculine voice.

"I'm okay" she spoke as she tried to stand in the male body that her mind and soul now possessed.

After staggering as she regained her feet the crowd started to move away. Patricia hurried into the coffee shop and almost ran straight into the women's bathroom. But the dirty look of a lady exiting the bathroom reminded Patricia that she had a man's body and needed to use the men's room.

Careful and slowly she walked into the men's room and several men were pissing in white urinals. She wasn't sure how to do it and decided to find a stall where she could sit down and think things out in private. Quickly she hustled herself into the stall, wiped the toilet seat in a prissy manner and then sat down.

What is going on? Is this a dream?Patricia questioned as she began to pull off her pants and then grab between her legs. To her shock she could feel a banana like object tenting in her pants. It took just seconds as she pulled down the male boxer shorts and held onto a big 6 inch penis.

"Holy shit - I've got a dick" Patricia whispered forgetting how weird it probably sounded to the other men in the bathroom.

"No shit Sherlock!" laughed a teenager who was taking a shit in the next stall.

Patricia couldn't help herself as she started to stroke it and play with it. As she handled it the penis started to grow even bigger to Patricia's amazement and shock. The penis suddenly seemed
stuck in an upward position and Patricia's panicked as she thought:

I think I broke it!

 

[Neo Alias]

All Zenko could do was sit there staring in shock for a moment. This made no sense... He was a women! Blinking a bit, he shook his head, closing his eyes then opening them. Of course nothing had changed there was still the same reflection staring right back at him. Though this shouldn’t be possible, it seemed like it was. That is of course unless something in that shop had really messed him up. Either that or this was a very, very bad dream. After a moment he sat up more watching the reflection.

Right now all he wanted to do was get home and try to figure this out. Reaching for his pockets it dawned on him that he didn’t have the keys on him. Cursing the luck of whatever the hell was going on he stepped out of the car. Shutting the door he then headed off of the road and onto the sidewalk. It was a bit of a walk so he might as well get started now. Quickly he began moving along glancing around a bit. Of course it didn’t really occur to him that he didn’t have the keys for his home either... At the moment the only thought was figuring out was exactly was going on. This had to be some kind of dream or something...

But the fact everything seemed really said otherwise. Especially all of the stares he kept getting as he passed one young man after another. Sighing a bit, he slowed his pace, now walking along more normally. Lifting his arm up he wondered if maybe this was a dream he could wake himself up from. Pinching his arm he winced a bit. After a moment shaking his head then moving a hand to run through his hair. Which was now very long and curly. Moving his hands through it he tugged at it slightly, stumbling a bit then regaining his footing getting him an odd look or two. Huffing slightly, he silently slipped into a back alley of sorts.

Not one to be really worried about maybe getting jumped he just began walking around making his way through them. He continued to pinch and hit himself to maybe see if it did anything. It wasn’t until his hand rubbed over his breast that he felt a tingle. Stopped he went silent blinking a bit before looking to the new cleavage on his chest. Licking his lips he looked back up glancing around then stepping into a dead end nearby. Both his hands moved up resting on his breasts. Slowly, he then began rubbing them very gentle too causing him too shiver a bit. Even as a guy nipple play was always fun....

But now he felt there was easily more “feeling” to it if you will... jerking his hand away he then mentally kicked himself wondering what the hell he was doing. Though the more he moved around the more he realized how real this was... And the less he could figure on what to do as he moved out of the dead in heading around the alley.

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Deirdre Miyamoto

The Irish-Japanese girl had gotten to know Zenko from his martial arts. She had first since him in the Wing Chun class, and as she herself was a practicioner of Jeet Kune Do, the art that Bruce Lee went on to found after teaching Wing Chun Kung Fu for quite some time, it was quite understandible why she went to view the fighters of the other base style practicing. Inexplicably, she had admired him from the start, and had immediately tried to make friends. They had struck up quite a few conversations, and, eventually, had indeed become quite good friends. Her other friends, of course, thought she was foolish. We see what you're after, and he doesn't like commitments! they'd say. He's not as great as you think!

But, for some reason, Deirdre didn't care.

She had practiced both Jeet Kune Do and Kendo, the Japanese sword art that her father's ancestor, the great Musashi Miyamoto, had been so skillful at, but she was not a violent person; at times, she could be quite quiet and even melancholy. Her mother, a beautiful Irish woman, a professor of law at a university, with deep red hair and flashing green eyes, had passed on a few years before after a difficult battle with cancer, but her mother remained both in body and in spirit within Deirdre. Of course, as she was half-Japanese, she had dark hair, but her eyes were still, amazingly, a bright, piercing green, just like the lovely Celtic Deirdre of legend that had lived during the time of Saint Patrick. But, having felt the pain of her parent's passing and having read deeply into Musashi Miyamoto's philosophical treatise, The Book of Five Rings, and many works of Zen Buddhism as well as the Christian philosophy that her mother had espoused, Deirdre had both a strong sense of self-control and a powerful fighting spirit that resulted in, when she wished it to, quite a spunky attitude on the surface. It was easy for her to let her quiet musings slide when necessary, and few but her closest friends saw how much she seemed to change when she was alone.

So she was well-liked and quite popular, among both intellectuals and those who just wanted to have fun; an impressive feat. And, though she didn't even think much of it, Deirdre was quite beautiful. Her slanted, almond-shaped eyes were warm in their greenness, like a meadow in summer, and her figure was slim yet curved nicely. Her breasts were nicely rounded -- an even C-cup -- and her hips were wide and ample, leaving her rear as her greatest asset, which she actually showed off quite well with snug skirts and other flattering clothes. Rather charismatic, with her tomboyish attitude and fighting spirit, Deirdre was actually a cheerleader for the college's sports teams, and had silently cheered Zenko on specifically when she saw the handsome young man playing. And they continued to be friends. She, of course, never let on to her strong, and actually rather strange in its strength, attraction. But she felt it...

...and maybe, secretly, she really just wanted to lose control. And to be able to share what she, sweet but melancholy, felt inside...

Little did she know, however, of what had just befallen Zenko...

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Seeing him enter, the beautiful freshman girl waited silently outside the restroom near the coffee shop. It was her lunch break, but she hadn't felt hungry; at least, not until she saw Zenko. She had called to him, but he seemed quite preoccupied -- even distraught.

I hope he feels alright enough to go to lunch with me today...

Deirdre found herself biting her lip, and quickly stopped, letting herself relax. She readjusted her small bookbag, and then proceeded to pretend to be deep in thought, so nobody who knew her would think she was actually waiting outside the bathroom for someone...

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OOC
Howdy, guys... hope you don't mind, but I bet an extra girl will help... LG, I hope you like her! ^_^

 

[little_golden]

Patrica was at a loss as she tried to figure out what she was doing in a man's body. It was weird to see a big dick dangling between her legs. Her legs were big, strong and hairy! As she looked at her body the whole damn thing was hairy (even her arm pits!). She finished up in the bathroom after toying around with her new penis for the better part of five minutes. It was now hard and stiff and Patricia had troubles getting it back into her pants. She flushed the toilet and headed to the sink to wash her hands.

As she looked in the mirror she was flabbergasted at the handsome college kid that looked back as her reflection.

"Holy shit! This is weird....." Patricia mumbled and the sound came out in a deep male voice.

Patricia left the bathroom and never even notice the attractive girl waiting outside......

OCC... Welcome ....

 

[Jacobo_Curious]

Seeing the handsome young man emerge from the bathroom, Deirdre ran her hands over her body quickly, straightening her clothes and hair. Her legs, shapely and toned like a dancer's, were revealed to a healthy extent by her short, dark-blue pleated skirt made in the manner of Japanese schoolgirls, and though her midriff was covered, her immaculate white blouse was snug around her narrow waist and her high breasts, showing off her trim figure with its sloping curves while remaining decent enough -- though the skirt, being rather short, swirled around her tanned thighs as she stepped forward, and it clearly showed that the Irish-Japanese beauty, while not a show-off, was definately confident in her own attractiveness. With a last quick movement as she began to walk toward the rather bewildered-looking Zenko, she brushed her hands over what was, besides her piercing eyes, what she considered her best feature: her long, flowing, dark hair. Though done up with chopsticks in an attractive bun, the remainer of her hair, falling down in liquid ringlets, was still able to reach the small of her back.

Though she knew vanity was an unseemly vice, she spent an extra moment convincing herself she looked good before summoning up all of her courage and stepping in Zenko's path.

It's not usually like this... talking to him is easy. But... what with that get-together tonight... it'd be a perfect chance to try and tell him how I feel... Hahaha, it's going to take all my samurai lineage and Irish fighting spirit... hahaha...

At that thought, a smile blossomed up from within her at her own foolishness -- and that smile only brightened into full bloom as the startled, handsome young man looked up at her when she stepped into his path. Her eyes bright, radiating happiness to see him, Deirdre immediately spoke in English lightly accented with the Japanese she had learned simultaneously as a child. "Zenko! Hey, Zenko! How good to see you here! I was actually just thinking of you! Say, are... you..." She slowed to a stop, raising one perfect eyebrow and tilting her head slightly and she looked up into the taller boy's confused eyes. "Zenko, it's me, Deirdre. Deirdre Miyamoto. The girl who never stops talking about the book my ancestor wrote?" She giggled -- the tinkling of silver bells forged by the greatest of Celtic silversmiths.

"Gee, you look disoriented. Are you okay? Maybe... um... you need something to eat..."

She had rushed into the conversation with all the spunky spirit she could muster, but she hadn't meant to be quite so transparently forward. She found herself feeling a bit embarrassed. Without realizing it, her cheeks reddened slightly.

What a dumb thing to say... as though I'm being subtle...

"...that is... all I meant was..."


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OOC
I think I messed up my thread listing somehow. I hadn't realized it had been a while since anyone had posted. o_o;; Definately weird... I like the idea, though, so let's see if anyone else wants to join again too, though!

 

[little_golden]

Patricia walked away from the men's room feeling more than a little strange. Her new dick was still stuck in the up mode and it seemed to make her brain go funky. She resisted the urge to start playing with it to try to get it to fit better in the pants.

Do I flatten it up or down? Or do they do it sideways? Patricia thought as she tried to be subtle in rearranging her new penis acquired when she had somehow entered Zenko's body.

Patricia saw a really cute crossbred girl. But was about to think about women until she felt this strange growing sensation in her pants. Her new penis was giving off its own signals of interest.

Patricia almost died when the young woman in the short skirt walked right up to and started to chat her up.

The woman emerged onto the path and seemed to be intercepting Patrician path. Then the attractive woman started calling out to Patricia:

"Zenko! Hey, Zenko! How good to see you here! I was actually just thinking of you! Say, are... you..."

"Ahhhh" Patricia barked out in Zenko's voice as she tried to figure out how she was going to get out of this mess.

The woman herself now looked confused before she went on in a giggly feminine voice:

"Zenko, it's me, Deirdre. Deirdre Miyamoto. The girl who never stops talking about the book my ancestor wrote?"

"Oh ... yes.... Hi Deidre.... Sorry I'm not myself today...." Patricia replied with haste trying to hide the truth.

The woman went on as she seemed to realize that something was wrong:

"Gee, you look disoriented. Are you okay? Maybe... um... you need something to eat..."

"Yeah.. that's it.... I'm hungry and a little tired... probably too much studying...." Patricia replied in Zenko's voice.

Patricia had to grin as she realized that Deidre was turning red as then she added:

"...that is... all I meant was..."

Patricia had to think quickly. This woman was obviously interested. Why not introduce her to Zenko's big dick if she could persuade the little beauty? Maybe even get her pregnant t screw up both her life and Zenko's. She had the strange urge to take Zenko's dick for a little test drive.....

"Hey... You know what... I'll love to cook you up something special at my parents house....." Patricia offered in Zenko's voice. She was now determined to get this young hottie in bed one way or another.....


OOC
The thread is alive and well with you and me! Smiles to you beautiful!