Sister Sex

"Stupid girlfriend putting stuff on the top shelf..." I muttered to myself as I found a chair and with significant effort drug it to the bookcase to stand on and reach the spell books my girlfriend had put on top.

She was always casting random spells. I think it turned her on sexually. But, a lot of the spells in this book are written to punish men in on way or another. This body swap spell was the worst. Sure I've been an animal before. But, how is that any worse than getting body swapped with my own sister? Not only that but she's done something to mind: I feel really dizzy.

"Hopefully she didn't make me too dumb to read again." I said as I reached for the book. I was interrupted by a ring of the doorbell and a summons from my girlfriend. I was compelled to listen to her when she called me.

I walked into the living room and saw her talking to my old body. She was pressed up against it and making it obvious that she was looking for sex from it.

"Oh, Mark! There you are! Hey, sorry to spring this on you so suddenly but I think I might be a lesbian." My body said to me as I walked around the corner.

"Steph?" I asked.

"Yeah! I asked Molly if she could help me with all the lesbian thoughts I'd been having and she said that she would sleep with me to work it out of my system. She qualified that statement by saying that she would never cheat on you. So, I guess this is how she got around that." My body said to me sporting a rock hard erection.

I guess she really does care about me. In a strange way. Oh, who am I kidding? I love it when she does this kind of stuff.

Post Pranks

"Voila! Çe Marche!" Pierre was excited whispering to himself, "Peut-être trop bien..."

Pierre was an eternal prankster and when he found a magic shop in Paris that claimed to sell real magical artifacts he knew exactly what to do: prank video!

He bought a scroll with a spell that could imbue an object with the power to drain dominant traits from whoever touched the object. Pierre was skeptical but after carefully reading the scroll and targeting the post in a crosswalk, the post glowed a brilliant blue color and faded back to normal. This excited Pierre and he waited all day for somebody to come by and touch it.

He didn't have to wait long as two American tourists were on their way down the street coming back from the Eiffel Tower. The two men were brothers and were playfully horsing around by shoving each other.

"Man, this place is kinda boring. Huh?" The one on the right said

"Yeah. But, mom wanted to come and she deserves this." Said the one on the left.

"What are you? Some kind of pussy?" Said the right brother in response to the right's answer. He shoved him hard and caused him to touch the enchanted post. Almost immediately, the post glowed a radiant red and the brother was no longer a brother. The brother on the right was taken aback by the bright red flash and lost his balance. He steadied himself on his former brother and saw another flash.

Turns out the enchantment works like a circuit and can move through other matter. The locals soon learned that this crosswalk is very interesting when it rains.

Easy!

"This is going to be easy!" I said practicing my sister's dance routine, "I don't know what she was so nervous about."

I love my family and this proves without a doubt that I would do anything for them. My sister was a nervous wreck. She had been auditioning for a local dance team. As she was starting to build up a popularity among the girls in this dance team, she moved up the ranks quickly and soon was cast as the lead in her very first recital.

She had always had bad stage fright. I thought this would be good for her to get over it. But, as the recital date grew ever closer, she became consumed with fear and anxiety. She stopped eating and was forgetting things like putting on matching socks, closing the fridge door and leaving the oven on. I decided I needed to intervene or face the whole house blowing up.

Our father was an independently wealthy engineer who was living happily off of the licensing fees from his patents. He still had the urge to invent but rarely did much work anymore.

One day, I was tasked with cleaning his lab area by my mother. It was great because the lab was insulated and out of the way in the the scary part of the basement. So, I was able to work slowly and nobody would bother me or make me do any other chores that afternoon. While cleaning up around his computer, I moved the mouse and his screen came on. I read the report he was working on and was amazed by what I had seen. He had schematics for a mind transfer machine!

I took some photos of his screen with my phone camera and made it my pet project to actually build this thing and see if it worked. Imagine what I could do! I could take control of my teachers and give myself straight A's!

I spent months gathering the parts from purchasing them online to scavenging them from old broken electronics around the neighborhood. I finally finished and now had a reason to tell somebody about it. Keeping such a huge secret was killing me.

I approached my sister in her room, "Hey, sis! Mind if I talk to you about something?"

"Oh, no! Did I forget something else?" She put her head in her hands, "I think I might be losing my hair!"

"No, no! Nothing like that. It's just that I've seen you've been stressed out and I wanted to help you." I sat down on the bed next to her and gave her a soft hug.

"I don't see how you can unless you can do that recital for me. I just wanted to be a background dancer and work on my stage fright slowly." She said her face still muffled by her hands.

"I think I can." I said to her. She threw my arm off of her and looked at me like I had gone crazy.

"I don't think you'll fit in the costume. Not to mention, since we hit puberty, we look really different. Oh and there's the whole crossdressing thing that'll be really weird-" She had clearly been triggered.

I held up my hand to stop the torrent of ideas rushing from her, "No! Not like that. Just- Just come with me." I grabbed her hand and led her to my room. I opened my closet and showed her my creation, "It's a mind transferer!" I flourished toward the pile of electrical components and scrap aluminum.

"I thought you were just acting crazy. Do mom and dad know you've actually gone crazy?" She said and started backing out of the room.

"Wait!" I said a little more forcefully than I wanted to, "This is real. I stole one of dad's unfinished schematics and built it myself in secret."

"This is dad's idea? Why would he even need one of these?" She said, relaxing a bit and walking over to the machine.

"Probably for situations like this." I quipped happy with my comeback.

"You'll really do the recital for me?" She looked back at me with hope in her eyes.

"Yeah. I'd do anything for you. You're my favorite sister." I said, starting to have second thoughts about this plan. I didn't expect her to actually want to try it out.

Before I said another word, she was strapping the helmet onto herself and motioning for me to take mine.

"I should state something first." I said as she was messing around with the control panel.

"Hmm?" She said concentrating and not listening, "This is surprisingly user friendly. Good job, bro!"

"It hasn't been tested yet." I said a bit louder this time. But, it was too late. She activated it and we swapped.

While I was happy that my machine worked. I was suddenly regretting this choice. My sister in my body rushed me out of my room, "You're a life saver, bro- I mean sis. Thank you so much. You've got practice in a couple of hours, you should probably get ready. Don't be afraid to mess up a little maybe they'll demote me." She shut the door in my face and I had no choice but to go to dance practice.

When I got there. I realized her body has an innate agility and balance. I don't think their going to be demoting her anytime soon.

Morph Hoop

I was always trying to upstage my sister in everything she did. So, naturally, when she took up the hula hoop I followed suit.

One day, while she was practicing in the driveway, I came up to her and told her that I have a much better routine than she did. Normally, when I do this, she gets annoyed and we get into an argument. This time she simply smiled and encouraged me to show her. She even offered up her hula hoop to me.

I should have seen the red flags but, I was too caught up in the moment. I grabbed the hoop from her hand noticing it felt like it was made of some kind metal.

"Wow! This is a sturdy hoop." I spoke mostly to myself.

"Oh, yeah, bro! Top of the line. I told you I was serious about this hobby." She said gleefully.

"Well, here I go." I said placing the hoop on the ground to pop it up as my routine would start.

As soon as I stepped into the hoop, I felt an electric charge run through my body. I was disoriented and felt strange.

"OMG! You turned out great!" My sister ran up to me excitedly.

"What Are you-" I stopped and coughed, "What- What's wrong with my voice?"

"Oh, there's something I need to tell you, sweet brother, or sister now, of mine. I wasn't really trying to get into hula hooping. I was actually spending all my time building this morphing hoop for my science fair project. I needed a test subject and tricking you into using it was by far the easiest thing I've ever had to do." She giggled and grabbed the hoop away from me while I was distracted checking myself out, "This thing does great work. You're a cutie!" She quipped rubbing it in with a wide smile.

"Change me back!" I shouted, stomping my heeled foot and stumbling slightly.

"Tell you what, sis." She beamed in delight at calling me that, "Work on a hoop routine that impresses me and I might consider changing you back."

So, this has been my new life for the past month. Turns out her morph hoop does more than just physically morph, It pulls a representation of you from another dimension into this one. Nobody remembers the male me except for my sister. I'm starting to think she might have been lying about changing me back.