Garden Spirit

I could help but to tease my classmate who kept glaring back at me to make sure I wasn't doing anything inappropriate with her body. We had been in an argument outside the gymnasium about the uniforms for the school. She had indicated that it takes too long for her to get ready after gym class and that I should feel lucky that my uniform is just two pieces.

I told her that I actually appreciate the female student uniforms and gave her a wink.

"You wouldn't say if you were the one getting leered at all day by the horny old men that teach here and by pervs like you!" She shouted at me.

"I'm sorry! I was just joking." I responded trying to calm her down.

Apparently an ancient forest spirit who roams the garden behind the gym didn't believe my apology. He appeared to us and chided our argument for bringing negative energies into his garden. He told us that he would use his heavenly powers to restore balance to his sacred meditation grounds.

The next thing I knew I was in a skirt and cardigan. I didn't want to be late for class regardless of what just happened so I rushed as fast as my little legs would take me.

When I got to class, everybody still treated me like my old self just if I was always a girl. The same went for Rei. I'm starting to worry that the spirit changed more than our bodies. All this teasing my old my old body has me feeling strange. I think I might be attracted to myself.

The Edge of Time and Space

My name is, or was, Chuck. All signs show that that's now Victoria. I was a daredevil and lover of all things extreme. I vowed to build an apparatus that could propel me closer to the speed of light than any other method of conveyance manufactured before. I succeeded. However, there were some unexpected consequences.

As I blew past the land speed record time started to swirl around me. I felt like I was frozen in place in some kind of limbo between realities. I accelerated even further and the effect stopped with a loud bang that temporarily deafened me and an extreme dizziness that caused me to lose consciousness.

I awoke to a large crowd all cheering and taking pictures. I was assisted out of my straps by to large gentlemen and then helped to feet with what seemed like great ease from these men. As I stood, I realized something was very wrong. My clothes were all torn. Or so I had thought. Looking down I found out that I was wearing a bikini and that I was a woman now.

Before I could examine anything or speak, I was ushered to a stage set up in the middle of the desert. The crowd was chanting, "Victoria! Victoria!" So, I learned my new name. I don't know what happened, but this place will be interesting to discover.

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.