tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144241899812998212024-03-14T20:00:33.680+00:00Leslie TG Cafétg captions blogLeslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.comBlogger512125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-29547753666766281362024-03-12T14:01:00.004+00:002024-03-12T16:50:08.079+00:00Twins Island<div style="text-align: left;"> <i><span style="font-size: medium;">request by H</span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #5d5d6c; font-size: medium; letter-spacing: 0.3px;">ulkchloron99</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #5d5d6c; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRrkA-fo6UTp4OreBiq9zyZmDjW9wt2lrv6kLcHgH_XHUayjKiOQ6aCLE7qeZqtic63pBAMunrAxSf9VsV1HXgCOAwnN2doW-xDOSGx3nCetc-qNK6nxwB-16O92RpSc20ZqQ3CCTqhS5QZ31KyO49rvCZ1sPewV52ksCVvnrrTX8qEprTubompBH7O8/s1290/twins-island.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1290" data-original-width="1034" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRrkA-fo6UTp4OreBiq9zyZmDjW9wt2lrv6kLcHgH_XHUayjKiOQ6aCLE7qeZqtic63pBAMunrAxSf9VsV1HXgCOAwnN2doW-xDOSGx3nCetc-qNK6nxwB-16O92RpSc20ZqQ3CCTqhS5QZ31KyO49rvCZ1sPewV52ksCVvnrrTX8qEprTubompBH7O8/w512-h640/twins-island.jpg" width="512" /></a></div></i><span style="background-color: white; color: #5d5d6c; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Holiday time for Mark this year he decided to go to an exotic place called Twins Island. As soon as he arrived, the hotel management gave him a shiny bikini with instructions to wear it on the beach: it was a must. The next morning he found a cabin and put on his new outfit, immediately he was struck by a light, as soon as he opened his eyes something had changed, he had the body of a young girl with black hair. Four other girls similar to his new self approached and one of them explained to him the power of the bikini and that he would have this shape for as long as he stayed on the island. Mark looked forward to having fun with his new friends on Twins Island.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #5d5d6c; letter-spacing: 0.3px;"><br /></span></i></div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-66060974468598484392024-02-28T01:39:00.003+00:002024-02-28T01:39:29.462+00:00The Curse of Beautiful Legs<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_1TB3X3eWJLqxzzdtfwpetoyzJ48bC9l0sbAfjToNT9gVSR2dgSKpFuSkdX8rgcEnTfLMYO2NdKGBp1BoprG7HvQwZPf0UuDHWw35v9aeW4S-6w9n36XtNHBy-qiCucd_x21qzhQufEFL6j_JlvvH0eg3vpqvDLoT4QRoyOH4Llb5rS94kWS6KBbbI0/s1875/beautiful-legs-curse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1875" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_1TB3X3eWJLqxzzdtfwpetoyzJ48bC9l0sbAfjToNT9gVSR2dgSKpFuSkdX8rgcEnTfLMYO2NdKGBp1BoprG7HvQwZPf0UuDHWw35v9aeW4S-6w9n36XtNHBy-qiCucd_x21qzhQufEFL6j_JlvvH0eg3vpqvDLoT4QRoyOH4Llb5rS94kWS6KBbbI0/w400-h320/beautiful-legs-curse.jpg" title="crossdressing-model" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Having beautiful legs doesn't always bring luck, or so Jeremy thought. From his point of view, it was a disaster. His sister was a popular supermodel who unfortunately broke her leg on a sking holiday.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">She had to stay away from the catwalks for at least three months. This was a terrible blow to her family, who needed her income. His mother suggested that Jeremy take his sister's place because of his amazing legs. So Jeremy went to the modeling agency in the belief that they would reject him. Instead, the agency was happy to have him on the team, knowing that androgynous boys were all the rage. His first attempts were simple photo shoots, which were immediately successful.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Today is her first day on the catwalk at Women's Fashion Week. His legs have been shaved, exfoliatedand massaged to make them look their best.His sister sends him a text message of good luck, while his parents are in the front row of the audience.It seems that he is destined for a bright career and will be showing off his beautiful legs for a long time to come.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p> </p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-24038608382998720522024-02-14T17:02:00.001+00:002024-02-14T17:02:47.613+00:00Valentine's Day Disaster<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RGWoT_i18rR8y3yS_lgtXBxrkhwmWOofrRWNkewEazCp6CTZQHmNg1XnAhWoJkW-5iDaeb9pxIWcsAmz68CFy_HkTiPzqZbHk3LFDmkwzXFUTh4sYAuKQ__wasYaRMT7yBpagGxEnS5IgKVJ8HHG6IpczR7U75vH4x2RU7JKNUSDHYCN_qSC0AoRG7E/s1552/Valentine-day-disaster.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1552" data-original-width="1307" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RGWoT_i18rR8y3yS_lgtXBxrkhwmWOofrRWNkewEazCp6CTZQHmNg1XnAhWoJkW-5iDaeb9pxIWcsAmz68CFy_HkTiPzqZbHk3LFDmkwzXFUTh4sYAuKQ__wasYaRMT7yBpagGxEnS5IgKVJ8HHG6IpczR7U75vH4x2RU7JKNUSDHYCN_qSC0AoRG7E/w336-h400/Valentine-day-disaster.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mark couldn't understand what was happening to his girlfriend Evelyn. He had organised their Valentine's Day down to the last detail. But she seemed determined to sabotage it. As soon as they entered the restaurant, she took off her heels, saying her feet hurt. Then she started drinking and drank an entire bottle of wine. At some point during the meal, she approached the piano in the room and began to strum. She was clearly drunk. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Poor Mark, he doesn't know that inside his girlfriend's body is her little brother Jimmy. Evelyn was an apprentice witch and wanted to use a spell to look more beautiful, but ended up swapping her body with Jimmy's. Luckily the spell only lasted 24 hours, but it meant that Jimmy had to go on her date with Mark. Before leaving, Evelyn gave Jimmy some instructions on how to behave, but unfortunately to no avail.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-78130587767631255892024-01-29T11:54:00.008+00:002024-01-29T12:56:16.151+00:00Like Mother Like Daughter<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vQsRYSfVfmvggdj1SOcYQOoAcmkD6zvX49NF1lVNRUeN-01CuboiIY8b6PgvvG9WdUzaQXHmChpGY_q2p4EedDGOmxXL5LpfsnRrLbR8g0JhOFefKLfZ_2mFn92gdhUqDTg3XbwjRvmis5RKKDtaSH1gTB0hKFulFnOyTs7kDEdU5sYqCQxK7P0QCYo/s1200/like-mother-like-daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1164" data-original-width="1200" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vQsRYSfVfmvggdj1SOcYQOoAcmkD6zvX49NF1lVNRUeN-01CuboiIY8b6PgvvG9WdUzaQXHmChpGY_q2p4EedDGOmxXL5LpfsnRrLbR8g0JhOFefKLfZ_2mFn92gdhUqDTg3XbwjRvmis5RKKDtaSH1gTB0hKFulFnOyTs7kDEdU5sYqCQxK7P0QCYo/w400-h388/like-mother-like-daughter.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> T<span style="text-align: left;">om's girlfriend, Alison, was a skilled practitioner of witchcraft, an ancient art she had learned from her mother.Unfortunately for Tom, she also had a bad temper and punished him for every mistake. One day she made some sexist jokes about her classmates and Alison found out. So she decided to swap their bodies so that he would understand how a woman feels when she is humiliated. A week has passed since the exchange and Tom still hasn't returned to his body. He had tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't see him so He decided to go to hER mother who, being a more powerful witch, would surely break the spell. Alison's mother was very happy to see him, she made him sit down and offered him tea and biscuits. Tom was struck by her kindness and couldn't understand how her daughter could be so short-tempered. Tom explained his problem, but she said there was nothing she could do.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It turned out that she wasn't Alison's mother, but her father. His wife had punished him for cheating on her, and now it had been almost a year since they had exchanged. The only advice she could give him was to keep his daughter happy. He would soon be back in his body. Now Tom knew from whom Alison had inherited her temperament.</div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-16155761978093032732024-01-14T17:37:00.003+00:002024-01-14T17:37:48.039+00:00First Date as Carole<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH32K62BGsfpiycHPIFRyXJ3mrl0vDV6O93MuZvZSVpqbou4iquCjpf3BWXgndNVb3c-BNH4jYnZ1HKfp4oHj3DM0u9SZk41FVC7tdA6Ajjx5KPJSrUIPrDG9xWBMsVvUWV-bRC2DzhuYNfwxM9R0nwHFI3flw4kzAR1qPUDhGDuOofxcv7iJDFyAPHXs/s3200/first-date.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2616" data-original-width="3200" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH32K62BGsfpiycHPIFRyXJ3mrl0vDV6O93MuZvZSVpqbou4iquCjpf3BWXgndNVb3c-BNH4jYnZ1HKfp4oHj3DM0u9SZk41FVC7tdA6Ajjx5KPJSrUIPrDG9xWBMsVvUWV-bRC2DzhuYNfwxM9R0nwHFI3flw4kzAR1qPUDhGDuOofxcv7iJDFyAPHXs/w400-h328/first-date.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>It's been a year since Carl, now Carole, went through puberty. He was a 19-year-old boy. Now he is a 20-year-old girl. Many were close to him during this transition, including his family and especially his best friend Michael. A few days ago, Michael plucked up the courage to ask the new Carole out. Carole knew it would be a real date, but decided to accept anyway. They decided to meet in the local park on the afternoon of the following Saturday. As she waited on a bench, a number of thoughts passed through Carole's mind:</p><p>«Oh my God, what am I doing? Michael is my best friend, he can never be my boyfriend. Instead of having my hair done by my mother, why didn't I go to a hairdresser? No, guys like Michael hardly notice the hairstyle. Brr, how cold! My legs are freezing, maybe I should have worn a longer skirt, even though Michael has always been a leg lover. OK, as soon as he arrives I tell him that we can just be friends and that I accepted his invitation out of kindness.»</p><p>But as soon as she saw him, all her doubts disappeared.She couldn't help but think of Michael as a real man, the only one who had been close to her during these terrible years, and she hoped that this was the first of many dates.</p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-1544696662524780282024-01-04T17:32:00.005+00:002024-01-04T17:32:38.546+00:00Alternative New Year's Eve<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_bI5rjf4RvZXFXQG7P6dG8OJKFob30vi8aNwfoII9mHG_zpl4-LwGGp498jMcVasdycgulCX0Ux5HSFamCPXQr7c9mD4XfGejudRVNie1aMEPvdIK1VI7v287u9QAu8Ew55VmPtAuf9_a0-KwSU6rR6y6k7HnFhfyG_acwRTg62ez1qSc2IyyaQLjXg/s1685/alternative-new-years-eve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1685" data-original-width="1450" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_bI5rjf4RvZXFXQG7P6dG8OJKFob30vi8aNwfoII9mHG_zpl4-LwGGp498jMcVasdycgulCX0Ux5HSFamCPXQr7c9mD4XfGejudRVNie1aMEPvdIK1VI7v287u9QAu8Ew55VmPtAuf9_a0-KwSU6rR6y6k7HnFhfyG_acwRTg62ez1qSc2IyyaQLjXg/w550-h640/alternative-new-years-eve.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Tonya and Allen were an unconventional couple who wanted to have an </span><span style="text-align: left;">alternative New Year's Eve, so they decided to use a spell that allowed </span><span style="text-align: left;">them to switch bodies . In their new bodies, they decided to spend the </span><span style="text-align: left;">evening at the coolest party in town, dancing and drinking until midnight.</span><span style="text-align: left;">Unfortunately, the combination of alcohol and their new hormones had </span><span style="text-align: left;">an unexpected side effect. The new Allen began arguing with the crowd,</span><span style="text-align: left;">was arrested for fighting, and ended up in jail. Instead, the new Tonya </span><span style="text-align: left;">started flirting with the boys. She ended up having sex with a stranger</span><span style="text-align: left;">in the club's toilets. The next morning she woke up in the VIP room with </span><span style="text-align: left;">a terrible headache. The next day there was an attempt to undo the </span><span style="text-align: left;">spell, with no chance of success. It turned out that the new Tonya had </span><span style="text-align: left;">become pregnant during the one-night stand, making the spell permanent.</span></div><p></p><p> </p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-57907488038625393292023-12-31T14:26:00.003+00:002023-12-31T14:26:36.547+00:00End of the Year Games<p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLvmBBdc48dM-I18JaLHV_glxJVGEg0FeeluxnY9IDKeOZtJC3oz84_0Y5FMg8E5vt2GgN7PelBj6hYCvYQmM3QdVtL16cWCcILdm5fsnOJjySuk_eZwN9mufy4liPAXEXE-iVhQakZUl9TEPe9BiMoD94Vg6NtYQxmvTJEb9XsWFJtXVmjsyKPUNlrFQ/s1040/glasses-with-champagne-hands-girls-party-top-view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1040" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLvmBBdc48dM-I18JaLHV_glxJVGEg0FeeluxnY9IDKeOZtJC3oz84_0Y5FMg8E5vt2GgN7PelBj6hYCvYQmM3QdVtL16cWCcILdm5fsnOJjySuk_eZwN9mufy4liPAXEXE-iVhQakZUl9TEPe9BiMoD94Vg6NtYQxmvTJEb9XsWFJtXVmjsyKPUNlrFQ/s320/glasses-with-champagne-hands-girls-party-top-view.jpg" width="320" /></a></i></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">Sorry, no new games this year. Check out the old ones:</span></i><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">• <a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2020/12/who-wil-you-be-next-year-game.html" target="_blank"><b>Who Will You be the Next Year?</b></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">• <a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2021/12/family-party-game.html"><b>Family Party</b></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">• <a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2022/12/back-in-time-game.html" target="_blank"><b>Back in Time</b></a></span></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-23467382399543195492023-12-24T16:24:00.008+00:002023-12-24T22:57:27.870+00:00Xmas Swap Party<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06KUCv6R7Xii59IqXJEDz3yqIY_18r7ln3U7NIt38LoI2kAeozIGArtpMND0xfNVjPoIg3yTKYlNh5nk5EH4rbcYRIMwY-bKaoo93KPsOOv1XmBlDcbAMH-QMX566xptHSdXJUl54A8Q_Gt9ChSbMG9eS1qJ_RpAdRLkKqC3IA_VyMdhBjuxy0ShB6n8/s1249/swap-xmas-party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1249" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06KUCv6R7Xii59IqXJEDz3yqIY_18r7ln3U7NIt38LoI2kAeozIGArtpMND0xfNVjPoIg3yTKYlNh5nk5EH4rbcYRIMwY-bKaoo93KPsOOv1XmBlDcbAMH-QMX566xptHSdXJUl54A8Q_Gt9ChSbMG9eS1qJ_RpAdRLkKqC3IA_VyMdhBjuxy0ShB6n8/w400-h288/swap-xmas-party.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Gordon had gone to the Christmas swap party organised by the company where he works.Here, everyone took a ball from the Christmas tree with the name of the person they would be swapping bodies with written on it. The name ofMelanie, the marketing manager, was written onhis ball and a moment later he found himself inher body. So for the first time he spent the evening inside a female body, it was fun, apart from the long queue for the ladies' room.When the time came for him to go home, he should have put the ball back on the tree, but an idea came to him. She took a marker and replaced Melanie's name with her own as a continuation of the spell. He hoped the real Mealnie wouldn't mind too much, as he wanted to enjoy this body over the Christmas holidays.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-54369062201679225832023-12-07T15:19:00.002+00:002023-12-07T15:19:17.209+00:00Celebrity Dreams<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhob3nMtLw_rViN8taIwAOhvmCaZjiYUKQf7FUwSV0oSjNAxEayscoG1zsTU5f22LEWyojmAZz7S1HQdaILSmGMNZZ5ppJ4Fw7VPqw3LBp6R8fGBwmsGwJBOZdyFw4KQbkzvO95khvRrPEriZ2XM9DwJBPaKCRk_vUnFTzDKIiKS9PkdQ6ZUZwAksJGTLA/s1680/Celebrity%20Dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1680" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhob3nMtLw_rViN8taIwAOhvmCaZjiYUKQf7FUwSV0oSjNAxEayscoG1zsTU5f22LEWyojmAZz7S1HQdaILSmGMNZZ5ppJ4Fw7VPqw3LBp6R8fGBwmsGwJBOZdyFw4KQbkzvO95khvRrPEriZ2XM9DwJBPaKCRk_vUnFTzDKIiKS9PkdQ6ZUZwAksJGTLA/w400-h321/Celebrity%20Dreams.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Andrew was a college dropout with no prospects in life. One day, as he walked through the streets of his city, he saw a woman with sunglasses who seemed familiar to him. She was one of his favourite actresses and he began to dream of how great it would be to be a celebrity, admired and known by everyone and to live in luxury. At the same moment, the actress looked at the young boy and began to think about her own life.She was over forty and her career had started to fade; she would have liked to start a new life away from the public eye. Their desire to change their lives simultaneously created a fracture in space-time. Andrew saw the world through dark glasses and noticed that his body had changed. As soon as he took off his glasses, he saw his old body smile at him and then walk away. She seemed completely at ease with her new life. Now it was his turn. He had to accept being a mature woman struggling with fame.</p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-82844274837936789682023-11-29T00:03:00.003+00:002023-11-29T00:06:28.205+00:00Leaving the Swap Clinic<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFCdW1v_dnEel8SqaceJN_gbOJyDXi8IW6nxUrCPswWgCH4nCZsIe8NlLm4ssNrNE2av-XleAOQUMY0QWZoPsPRUwrbILjJdfDB6jf1mPTNY9NjzM8mtDwdZbGC3zJM9M4889cnH0LcbxNQHvOffdHt-gUYVH7MoxqlmAWJw9RmDPoW6V5Pal08QMXNQ/s1444/leaving-swap-clinic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="1444" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFCdW1v_dnEel8SqaceJN_gbOJyDXi8IW6nxUrCPswWgCH4nCZsIe8NlLm4ssNrNE2av-XleAOQUMY0QWZoPsPRUwrbILjJdfDB6jf1mPTNY9NjzM8mtDwdZbGC3zJM9M4889cnH0LcbxNQHvOffdHt-gUYVH7MoxqlmAWJw9RmDPoW6V5Pal08QMXNQ/w400-h321/leaving-swap-clinic.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Adam had finally made his dream come true. At last he had a woman's body. He had to search for a long time,but in the end he found the right one.She was the classic girl from a good family, but who actually dreamed of travelling the world and thought everything would be easier if she had a man's body. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So they made an appointment at the swap clinic and did the transfer. As he left the building, he felt new sensations coming from his new body; her hair caressing her shoulders and face, her hips swaying as she walked. It finally reached the lobby. As she opened the door to the front room, she decided that this would be the last time that she would open a door on her own. From now on, men would do it for her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p></p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-28386552084625176752023-11-17T20:44:00.006+00:002023-11-17T20:47:18.446+00:00New Role in the Family<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQk3i5P4XHapdY5dDC9tHgLjwOvya6LWrUiS-hYxH7YYyg_lUCtBSZYmYIgsGi48IzbMhyArNWuqIs_CcgY5lcU_M9Nl_fC3wYuBd03bg_ZsIA6EW-Qf1TeyCIXWR7lOWWjvmo9T2YKw70BL2AsmGgKUuGjLDzz3Rx4M-3dM1lSJjvSlTsWh7PqJbkIts/s1710/New-Role.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="new-role-in-the-family" border="0" data-original-height="1145" data-original-width="1710" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQk3i5P4XHapdY5dDC9tHgLjwOvya6LWrUiS-hYxH7YYyg_lUCtBSZYmYIgsGi48IzbMhyArNWuqIs_CcgY5lcU_M9Nl_fC3wYuBd03bg_ZsIA6EW-Qf1TeyCIXWR7lOWWjvmo9T2YKw70BL2AsmGgKUuGjLDzz3Rx4M-3dM1lSJjvSlTsWh7PqJbkIts/w400-h268/New-Role.jpg" title="tg-caption" width="400" /></a></div>Mary and Robert were twins, but they had very different personalities. Robert was very sociable but a real slacker, while Mary was very disciplined but very shy. Their parents wished they were more like <br />each other. One day, the family matriarch arrives with the solution.She has found an ancient spell that allows her to swap bodies. It was decided that they would spend a month in each other's bodies in order to learn how to change some of the aspects of their lives. After a month as a girl, Robert was ready to return to his life, but his mother's news upset him:<br />«There's no point in making a face like that. It's better for <br /> everyone if you stay in your new body. If you really want to <br />know, it was Mary's idea. She has improved her social skills and <br />also feels that she is taken much more seriously as a man.<br />As for you, all you did was have fun without ever doing any <br />work. If you want to go on living that life, that's fine, but you <br />need a man to support you. In other words, within two years <br />you will have to get married and have a grandchild.<br />I advise you to accept your new role in the family, otherwise <br />Grandma will be very happy to take your place!»<br /><p></p><p><br /> </p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-34578213003113144332023-10-31T20:09:00.004+00:002023-12-03T14:14:29.530+00:00The Night of the Swapping Dead<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdl4t_l9e_gO4sAxoqJKWn1zl9xFsnweVb0kmiAQp5Nf7HPeOB6z-l-D9LLdOPNi6OwVWwkK9LC9-cGK1TQTDvjkAUMAJrgkC8bZLD-CTeo9ZsrbYQqPsp9ROnZ6EFgIBQaSn8DF07E37ESSojUXBZH2yp1zfj4OsM-AaDJXPe-CGyi23lzXqFMPqcHM/s1690/swapping-dead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="1690" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdl4t_l9e_gO4sAxoqJKWn1zl9xFsnweVb0kmiAQp5Nf7HPeOB6z-l-D9LLdOPNi6OwVWwkK9LC9-cGK1TQTDvjkAUMAJrgkC8bZLD-CTeo9ZsrbYQqPsp9ROnZ6EFgIBQaSn8DF07E37ESSojUXBZH2yp1zfj4OsM-AaDJXPe-CGyi23lzXqFMPqcHM/w400-h286/swapping-dead.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>Since her husband's death, Mary has become the classic heartbroken widow. The reality was different; in Mary's body was her husband John. Mary and John were always looking for new ways to spice up their marriage, and one day they ound a book of spells at a flea market. They found a spell that alloed them to swap bodies. They decided it would be a fantastic experience to make love in each other's bodies. </p><div style="text-align: left;">And it was true, the experience was fantastic, so they decided to stay in their swapped bodies for a month, but while they were returning by car from a trip to the mountains,the car skidded and ended up on a cliff. He survived, but she didn't. He decided he didn't want spend the rest of his life in a woman's body, let alone his late lover's. He could take someone else's body, but he didn't want to be mean.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So he looked for a spell that would allow him to occupy the body of a deceased person. He found it, but it was only supposed to be done on Halloween night, and another problem was to find the right corpse: not too old and not too damaged. So the first Halloween was wasted, but now his informant at the city morgue has just told him that a young man of about twenty has arrived. It was time for action, he checked the spell and took the fake badge to enter the building, along with a briefcase full of cash to start a new life. He left the house under cover of darkness, thinking that he would soon have a penis between his legs againw.</div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-72228555374440223532023-10-18T18:09:00.002+01:002023-11-22T00:38:18.082+00:00MILFshake [interactive story]<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DjMADMtQIOg7ipf9OQXbo7iQsJ87AqpVn60d9UfoHrOKAqoRTwIUGLUQ64YiosManbCFwyR-5X8ZGtvZIrivUPfnQNN4O0R9sM0kHdmCtYlGeg7BQIr-nbBvwxp_avC5R53bU7fU9o5FJsDII_W2j1Mi-IDbq54CnnvjU-13NqBooGsQtxr38ZFFyWA/s900/Milf-intro.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="900" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DjMADMtQIOg7ipf9OQXbo7iQsJ87AqpVn60d9UfoHrOKAqoRTwIUGLUQ64YiosManbCFwyR-5X8ZGtvZIrivUPfnQNN4O0R9sM0kHdmCtYlGeg7BQIr-nbBvwxp_avC5R53bU7fU9o5FJsDII_W2j1Mi-IDbq54CnnvjU-13NqBooGsQtxr38ZFFyWA/w400-h323/Milf-intro.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"> </span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">One day you walk into your favourite coffee shop. You see a new kind of milkshake. You want to try it, but the attendant tells you it is only for a category of women. You decide to try it anyway, but you have to know that you will exchange your life with the last woman who ordered the same flavour:</span></i></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/banana.html" target="_blank">BANANA</a></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/caramel.html" target="_blank">CARAMEL</a></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/chocolate.html" target="_blank">CHOCOLATE</a></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/coffee.html" target="_blank">COFFEE</a></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: red;"><a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/strawberry.html" target="_blank">STRAWBERRY</a></span></span></b></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><a href="https://leslietgcafe.blogspot.com/2010/07/vanilla.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">VANILLA</span><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></a></b></li></ul>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-89353797754457614232023-10-03T13:27:00.002+01:002023-11-17T21:34:07.476+00:00Unexpected Growth<p><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> My first "second puberty" themed caption.</span></i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHh8zPf-MfMef21GFJ4IJqeIblepnSg94p8xngl6OXsC-edb95cEE8-81LPirlw9mvWoCmPLRY73chpKsEp-AhF1GYa9lqo-tJaH_kjZbWLKr4KLxH_7pX9kv_jR53bkNqsAnOShfRtBJscObT6AlYvu50W1_ZOhINERFyBft7BB0RmJQjXiVPzpBSPQ/s1900/unexpected-growth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1528" data-original-width="1900" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHh8zPf-MfMef21GFJ4IJqeIblepnSg94p8xngl6OXsC-edb95cEE8-81LPirlw9mvWoCmPLRY73chpKsEp-AhF1GYa9lqo-tJaH_kjZbWLKr4KLxH_7pX9kv_jR53bkNqsAnOShfRtBJscObT6AlYvu50W1_ZOhINERFyBft7BB0RmJQjXiVPzpBSPQ/s320/unexpected-growth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>The strange phenomenon known as "second puberty" hit Matt two years ago, when he was just 17 years old. He, or rather she, has got used to his new anatomy. But there is one thing that hasn't stopped growing: her breasts. He went from a "A" to a "double D" in just a few months, much to the envy of his sister. Now he's borrowed some bras from his mum, but at this rate he'll soon be the family's busty girl.</p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-30266204059455050642023-09-20T18:56:00.001+01:002023-09-20T18:56:33.954+01:00Cruel Goodbye<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgU8FjnA4n5EKuf9vabWu9fcTmxGZwHhG59xdeuDtVeK_YMFnOqnRYmRhUqRRo4OusZs1xTTiLqWJl5dgxAqwOml7SJXniPKGN0GJfJhBrfpi7CIWOzd8DusWRzML4ueowMIN98DSpNSWKS61ncbp-mZ0vZ6kDb3ZoRPfoy7QEdA3d5HeB6ulwy8BRiHY/s1352/Cruel-farewell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1352" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgU8FjnA4n5EKuf9vabWu9fcTmxGZwHhG59xdeuDtVeK_YMFnOqnRYmRhUqRRo4OusZs1xTTiLqWJl5dgxAqwOml7SJXniPKGN0GJfJhBrfpi7CIWOzd8DusWRzML4ueowMIN98DSpNSWKS61ncbp-mZ0vZ6kDb3ZoRPfoy7QEdA3d5HeB6ulwy8BRiHY/w400-h266/Cruel-farewell.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What does it mean: You won't give me back my body?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I remind you that you said it was only for two months!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes it's true but I remind you that we went to </div><div style="text-align: justify;">the swap clinic to revive our relationship, well </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I inform you that it didn't work but being you </div><div style="text-align: justify;">made me discover a new me, do you remember </div><div style="text-align: justify;">when my friend Paricia came to visit us? </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well my new me has discovered that he loves </div><div style="text-align: justify;">her and so I have to leave you, but don't worry </div><div style="text-align: justify;">now, you're a nice girl and you won't have any </div><div style="text-align: justify;">trouble finding a new boyfriend. Goodbye!</div></div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-90274294328757298042023-08-30T18:41:00.008+01:002023-08-31T11:58:07.579+01:00Summer Job<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZY_NcfNef838Jos_X6GYdoseT_qEbxmSke2HTP_GOzyctZSrM5sDxU2ehybnWdgm3Hc5KTc09TUhYj23YZu1NGI0aze3p0XnKbJDRh2CyiJbZfWZRHsJCLF4tFNdJJMxnQG7CbJPf240I7IsEfpQapvpxjFq4VzuffZHarg0fLuk8dM1l-PCpnF5aPk/s1262/summer-job.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="1262" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZY_NcfNef838Jos_X6GYdoseT_qEbxmSke2HTP_GOzyctZSrM5sDxU2ehybnWdgm3Hc5KTc09TUhYj23YZu1NGI0aze3p0XnKbJDRh2CyiJbZfWZRHsJCLF4tFNdJJMxnQG7CbJPf240I7IsEfpQapvpxjFq4VzuffZHarg0fLuk8dM1l-PCpnF5aPk/w400-h286/summer-job.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Tom had to start a summer job but was tired of going to the factory; her friend Mary had the same problem, she was tired of working at the diner, so they decided to swap roles and went to a swap clinic. Tom would have been happy to meet new people and do less strenuous work, but after a few days he realised the mistake he had made. The people weren't as friendly as he'd expected, many of them men trying to peek at his cleavage as he poured the coffee, he also had to wear heels and his feet hurt at the end of the shift. But what annoyed him the most was that he wasn't allowed to smoke during his shift, so he would sneak a cigarette during breaks, trying not to be seen by the owner. He couldn't wait for the summer to end for the first time in his life.</span></div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-75805817550153120852023-08-12T11:58:00.011+01:002023-08-30T18:55:05.610+01:00Lost in Germany<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIz3GQ3Rq0tIrwfJbTEMjhU1jJC7v5ubGhFXbObo7VtokPZjbrz3J2yfOw7bCeE4bbLBMzJpCpV6CTXGXzdzd-JUghnnfNyBtLIg-KSTdL5qoQJtY-9XhZnWNLkkrx0sTVxZ7xSIjKLXu8S9bnm99EsQ7g2OMIWv865bbT5W7JSGyRkC_dQwUcc63ZLo/s2000/lost.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIz3GQ3Rq0tIrwfJbTEMjhU1jJC7v5ubGhFXbObo7VtokPZjbrz3J2yfOw7bCeE4bbLBMzJpCpV6CTXGXzdzd-JUghnnfNyBtLIg-KSTdL5qoQJtY-9XhZnWNLkkrx0sTVxZ7xSIjKLXu8S9bnm99EsQ7g2OMIWv865bbT5W7JSGyRkC_dQwUcc63ZLo/w400-h300/lost.jpg" title="lost-in-germany-tg-caption" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Brandon was an American student on vacation in Europe. Two weeks ago he was walking through the Bavarian countryside when he realized he was low on cash. He decided to stop at a farm where he explained his plan: money in exchange for some work. The farm family was happy to accept because they really needed the help, so Brandon spent the next few days doing all sorts of things. Feeding the animals, picking fruit or simply preparing meals.The day of his departure came, and before he left the farm for good, the head of the family offered him a glass of beer that they had saved for him. After drinking, he felt strangely tired and decided to get some rest. When he woke up he realised that something was wrong, he was in the courtyard and strangely he was wearing a traditional woman's costume and even more strangely he had become a woman. Before he had a chance to sayanything, they explained everything to him. They said he had proved a valuable asset and it would be a shame to let him go, so, short of women, they used an ancient family spell to change his body. From that moment on, he would have forgotten his past life and responded to Helga's name. The new girl slowly got up from her chair and adjusted her apron and thought it was time to prepare dinner.</div><p></p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-76592134911599486002023-07-29T16:15:00.008+01:002023-12-03T14:15:45.049+00:00The Reversal Rings<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1MA4aLR25GUHM62Mu5k7ph539ShYjHWuSSVKyWtgxqBxX4EqOueHxPK-NQp0VXr5nP53sP5N6J0bWOa0r7kuK_dukGeh449lZEr3Tt-27a7H7TR5mHhOv-vBjZJ4VgxsICKETxnzwtnlyiFC4Hpk9iNXFBPKwGjMNzPqvKsCDdW3abYxS9tJhy6brTI/s2400/reversal-rings-2023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1MA4aLR25GUHM62Mu5k7ph539ShYjHWuSSVKyWtgxqBxX4EqOueHxPK-NQp0VXr5nP53sP5N6J0bWOa0r7kuK_dukGeh449lZEr3Tt-27a7H7TR5mHhOv-vBjZJ4VgxsICKETxnzwtnlyiFC4Hpk9iNXFBPKwGjMNzPqvKsCDdW3abYxS9tJhy6brTI/w400-h320/reversal-rings-2023.jpg" title="the-reversal-rings-tg-caption" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">By now the working day was coming to an end. Mark, now Helen, was reflecting on how a <br />small object had turned his life upside down.<br />A few months ago his wife came home with two pieces of jewellery called Reversal Rings;<br />she said they would improve their marriage, but she didn't explain how; he just had to <br />wear one. As soon as he did, he found himself in his wife's body and she in his. <br />She explained that they would stay that way until they exchanged the rings, but she didn't <br />want them to, for now they would experience each other's lives, even work wouldn't be a problem as they did the same job but in different companies. They were supposed to be back in their original bodies by this evening, but he was having second thoughts about it. Now Helen was an attentive and caring husband while he had discovered a helpful and sensitive side, Now she wanted to take the next step. Having proved herself a good wife, she couldn't wait to be an excellent mother.</div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-86799090600379744152023-06-30T21:01:00.006+01:002023-06-30T21:01:54.343+01:00My Sister Myself - Three Years Later<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvN3h2AjCTAQHRySont1hSIz8tBsK-NvH2DGergsfnsA-O1VFgYlpunD6JYD0RfvG07n6hX5xn-ZE8TUol0FdOoC_Zw7ZIZ5ghs1yy5kqb5i2hOQ-HBBWm3fpLD1Pe5zqeNoqM0S3F74sAAJ61J2geCw0Q5tpwN8vgUM4xQDptjupAeMaWkSswZndduQA/s1600/Mysistermysel-Three-years-later.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvN3h2AjCTAQHRySont1hSIz8tBsK-NvH2DGergsfnsA-O1VFgYlpunD6JYD0RfvG07n6hX5xn-ZE8TUol0FdOoC_Zw7ZIZ5ghs1yy5kqb5i2hOQ-HBBWm3fpLD1Pe5zqeNoqM0S3F74sAAJ61J2geCw0Q5tpwN8vgUM4xQDptjupAeMaWkSswZndduQA/w400-h320/Mysistermysel-Three-years-later.jpg" title="My sister myself" width="400" /></a></div>So the medallion was gone and we couldn't do anything about it; I was forced to assume my sister's identity for an indefinite period of time. Mum made an excuse and told everyone that I had gone abroad to study, as my previous identity had disappeared. Actually, my mum had decided that I should live with my dad, who lived on the other side of the country. It was a shock for him as well when he found out that he had lost a son and had recovered a daughter in return. In the end, he agreed to help me, so I moved in with him.</div><div style="text-align: left;">After several months of missing my presence, my mother decided to move in, saying I needed the female presence in the house to grow up. Then the unexpected happened: back under the same roof, my parents rediscovered their passion,,while I was living the life of a normal twenty year old girl.<br />A few days ago I was wandering around a flea market when I suddenly saw it. Among a thousand pieces of junk, the medallion had reappeared. I could have gone back to my old life, but then I thought about everything that had happened in the last few years: I had new friends, I was about to major in economics, I was dating a guy and my parents were back together; No, I thought Beth would stay here and I left it there.</div>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-17556777658011694362023-06-27T11:08:00.007+01:002023-06-27T11:09:06.297+01:00My Sister, Myself<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhGqINqNetWBI3OhD0LgGKZxhZCRJsBKqPxZTHJGHZmwsPhC8N5cB0qYimKyH9hzeZyWsLbDpyYnx-wXKgIkOuiKkzRZaScby6Pw6hRRX8avD6p2ilDSsjKPWtII98fdAcfmT2ZuveNEWtWQ9c4ylIyo8cPcQOszK_FF4QnbaYDFas1V6DT2wBA7NymM/s1600/Mysister-myself.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhGqINqNetWBI3OhD0LgGKZxhZCRJsBKqPxZTHJGHZmwsPhC8N5cB0qYimKyH9hzeZyWsLbDpyYnx-wXKgIkOuiKkzRZaScby6Pw6hRRX8avD6p2ilDSsjKPWtII98fdAcfmT2ZuveNEWtWQ9c4ylIyo8cPcQOszK_FF4QnbaYDFas1V6DT2wBA7NymM/w400-h320/Mysister-myself.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>My family was very unfortunate. My father left home when I was only three years old and my older sister Elizabethdied at only seventeen in an accident. One day, just after returning from school, my mother came to meet me with a curious object called Medallion. of Zulo. She explained to me how it worked: it could turn one person into another by touching their clothes. My mother's wish was to be able to reunite with her daughter for a day and so she thought I could impersonate her. I accepted, she gave me one of her blouses and shortly afterwards I returned in the form of Elizabeth. As we had to wait 12 hours to use the medallion again, we decided that I would only become Elisabeth at weekends. Then we spend Saturday afternoons together doing mother-daughter activities such as cooking, having a beauty treatment or just watching a chick flick together. I was glad to see my mother smiling again but one day the unexpected happened. One Sunday evening I was in my room ready to take my body back, to go back to school the next morning but my mother came in all afraid and told me that the medalion had disappeared...</p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-26298730529935325572023-05-26T23:20:00.000+01:002023-09-10T01:17:39.948+01:00The Incorporation<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeVwFNUhkDd4HaF-5DEarZe69bB2OJxqpc3XqmVfTSnUKUeIvkTc3SeKsLmkMWRSt0tTI-bWprk7E57elKLiY63KSR5nAb2HTxeSaPtuymRM74TlAcriSCKYMo5CV4_qZuCUzfa-C19oaIDs8-A78d4EKKVPwIyqwxGkTJb-lEa9jN71nJ45CL9MF/s2250/gun-model-sitting-black-hair-fashion-caption.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeVwFNUhkDd4HaF-5DEarZe69bB2OJxqpc3XqmVfTSnUKUeIvkTc3SeKsLmkMWRSt0tTI-bWprk7E57elKLiY63KSR5nAb2HTxeSaPtuymRM74TlAcriSCKYMo5CV4_qZuCUzfa-C19oaIDs8-A78d4EKKVPwIyqwxGkTJb-lEa9jN71nJ45CL9MF/w512-h640/gun-model-sitting-black-hair-fashion-caption.jpg" width="512" /></a></div>As I prepare for my new mission, I think back to the events that brought me here. Two years ago I was in the car with my girlfriend Alice when I had an accident and everything went dark. When I woke up, I found out what had happened; after the accident, a secret anti-government organisation had taken over our bodies, my brain was still intact but my body was too compromised compared to my girlfriend's; on the other hand, Alice's brain was technically dead. So they performed an operation called incorporation. My brain was put inside my girlfriend's body to create a single functioning human being. My previous identity no longer existed and I would have to work for them. Over the next few days I learned how to put on make-up and how to walk in stiletto heels, as well as how to pick a lock and how to use a rifle. Tonight I have to sneak into a gala event where a drug kingpin is present and unfortunately I'm at that time of the month; I hope I have enough ammunition and tampons.<p></p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-61552319606149530752023-05-14T00:52:00.007+01:002023-09-10T00:32:47.200+01:00Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MS9wJ07s6TdP2jZif14W0PzzTRam8w7sxbhZXMUbXlNwxQb6ZRwajRuqdpNQUUo9LUpe8n3HdNWa3IUk0itfxDzxiXT3pC9xAWFIMY7xKjK37BiVwJ77Gag5HPgqlzfkyiOoiMONXNUt6RRRgYnrYm8Zx9r_9M7WMheaL8h9lNG1EZvZ8yNnuqJU/s1500/mothers-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MS9wJ07s6TdP2jZif14W0PzzTRam8w7sxbhZXMUbXlNwxQb6ZRwajRuqdpNQUUo9LUpe8n3HdNWa3IUk0itfxDzxiXT3pC9xAWFIMY7xKjK37BiVwJ77Gag5HPgqlzfkyiOoiMONXNUt6RRRgYnrYm8Zx9r_9M7WMheaL8h9lNG1EZvZ8yNnuqJU/w400-h320/mothers-day.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>What’s up “mom” ? Today is your day and you seem worried; are you having second thoughts about our arrangement?</p><p>No Melanie I knew the rules when I decided to swap my life with your mother’s one.</p><p>I never thought you would do that, when I told you that the only way to be with me was to take my mom’s place you know I was joking.</p><p>I knew but I was desperate and in love so I talked with your mother and she was surprisly agree, she wanted a second chance in her life and she didn’t matter to become a boy.</p><p>Well the spellbound has worked and you got what you wanted what is else now?</p><p>The dress you persuaded me to wear is too tight, it points out my belly and my wide hips.</p><p>Ah ah! You starting to talk just like her, Happy Mother’s Day!</p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-79698365934129056782023-04-26T23:36:00.002+01:002023-08-30T18:56:02.295+01:00Lost in Japan<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GEoCFVS50lwGA9yEh77Nbkx0Ms6DRvAHrjfqfb7qg6vlMHEB1ncKI12mDvyX9oZUq4AJalQ1lV1FNHH7hNY-N-Png8KkJ6sROWO534reN3XMS1-sn-8EJNZeh3u0Wx__9j9mAByf-Db4_bRcffEUyfK0Iio7lQJqqPBxLLWACCAY4E_PYc9fnvKk/s2250/lost-in-%20japan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="tg caption" border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GEoCFVS50lwGA9yEh77Nbkx0Ms6DRvAHrjfqfb7qg6vlMHEB1ncKI12mDvyX9oZUq4AJalQ1lV1FNHH7hNY-N-Png8KkJ6sROWO534reN3XMS1-sn-8EJNZeh3u0Wx__9j9mAByf-Db4_bRcffEUyfK0Iio7lQJqqPBxLLWACCAY4E_PYc9fnvKk/w400-h320/lost-in-%20japan.jpg" title="lost-in-japan" width="400" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">James was an american student who decided </span>to spend his spring break in Japan. So he was walking to the streets of Tokyo when he was stopped by a girl. It was a student about 17-18 years old, she started to speak in broken english she said something “Do you want my body?” James thought was a joke and said “Oh yes baby!”. Suddenly the girl’s face lit up and said “Umai!” and in a blink of an eye his soul migrated in the girl’s body and vice versa.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When he realized what had happened, he was just in time to see his body walking away into the crowd. He tried to reach him\her but she turned the corner and disappeared so he spent another hour to find her without any success. Tired of searching he stopped and started to look into the pink bag the girl had left to him. Inside the bag there was a bottle of lemonade a student card and a strange book full symbols and formulas, it could be the cause of the switch but he couldn’t interpret them. He took the card and realized he was able to understand japanese and read his new name Eriko Nakamura. He was in another country in a different body forced to assume a new identity and he couldn’t do anything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></div><p></p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-51396360498484899012023-04-11T23:16:00.006+01:002023-04-12T09:33:46.608+01:00The Tournament<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1WE52POXBhe0vtOMNYVs80UMbZno7m-nOD3XErUnxfdofrG92JLkARKid9c495l53CCKyC8bpC9Oxh6Z-d2V5bQjKvWfwtB_2VaagRw3YYPXsMZoEhgMPfY0Bn_KsiGoNAonnQ0o9tQpFEantyCMOJTMTLllF_d4Bt-ErdWIjqq8hVhIbBHVD7Sa/s1410/golf-girle2d7daf258c58cfb.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="1410" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1WE52POXBhe0vtOMNYVs80UMbZno7m-nOD3XErUnxfdofrG92JLkARKid9c495l53CCKyC8bpC9Oxh6Z-d2V5bQjKvWfwtB_2VaagRw3YYPXsMZoEhgMPfY0Bn_KsiGoNAonnQ0o9tQpFEantyCMOJTMTLllF_d4Bt-ErdWIjqq8hVhIbBHVD7Sa/w400-h321/golf-girle2d7daf258c58cfb.jpg" title="golf-tournament-caption" width="400" /></a></div><p> Mark was a good golf player but he regretted about this the day his sister asked him a favor. She wanted impressionate her crush who was a golf player too so she decided to partecipate to the local tournament but since she had no the skills requested she asked her bro to go to a swap clinic and take her place at the tournament. Mark was skeptical at the moment but his sister promised him a large sum of money so he accpted. </p><p>They made the swap on the same day as the race but it turned out to be an handicap. Mark was not accostumed to use the iron in his weak sis body and he was annoyed by his new long hair; moreover he was embarassed by having to play with a miniskirt, it seemed everybody were looking at his legs so he was ranked last. His sister was so angry of the bad impression he made with her crush that she decided to make the swap permanent until he win the next tournament. Mark was shocked but at least he had almost three monts to train his new body.</p><p><br /></p>Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914424189981299821.post-27802332788007180422023-03-27T23:31:00.001+01:002023-03-27T23:33:30.240+01:00Humans of the Great◄►Shift Part 3<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHLWhbcnlmWoQTv0Sc6iUnhX5mrqC-MqCUP18dwdmYPax6D8VH9N-BtXHPYjGtUT8y1T5-rAUUPa0hRmcsxdZ-KnHxXXBWzxBe6y9DF_x9Jic7A0rM_cY-jTcyhHRItwacKw_5K9xwx1dvtoUH6PuPjFP6l7Kklk_iE6SgROtzJNfoWDLLEZoTEN2/s1280/HUMANS17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1280" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHLWhbcnlmWoQTv0Sc6iUnhX5mrqC-MqCUP18dwdmYPax6D8VH9N-BtXHPYjGtUT8y1T5-rAUUPa0hRmcsxdZ-KnHxXXBWzxBe6y9DF_x9Jic7A0rM_cY-jTcyhHRItwacKw_5K9xwx1dvtoUH6PuPjFP6l7Kklk_iE6SgROtzJNfoWDLLEZoTEN2/w400-h286/HUMANS17.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtBx-4cIpKRKJKtYnGyJZXN8wxf7lmqlXNSR7ivDv2gZxUszUaSbEbN5-fOZOU0OgcSJCbr4aOhFkZb9AE4B9jyN40pwfnC99guH2NHvUyTjErAcrg4lxiNsTF3WXrgqAxjHw9H3WZh9n_1WivD5HtwT4c5yh8DUtJFn8-jTSyyJD1QsH0RV7HZtc/s1280/HUMANS25.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1280" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtBx-4cIpKRKJKtYnGyJZXN8wxf7lmqlXNSR7ivDv2gZxUszUaSbEbN5-fOZOU0OgcSJCbr4aOhFkZb9AE4B9jyN40pwfnC99guH2NHvUyTjErAcrg4lxiNsTF3WXrgqAxjHw9H3WZh9n_1WivD5HtwT4c5yh8DUtJFn8-jTSyyJD1QsH0RV7HZtc/w400-h286/HUMANS25.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8v5ZvnL82SP8iNXYYOGvX9cwdmROW83jkK0WvmdnIvRtm2yoGFbxNQI39X7v4O1ACMl0bJeqSR08n0O-tB1wJxkoY6MsZCv4SO5zmhIFQWuhrA8_vKgzjRUXoQTx54xSoZ8WutCY0KE_oaGqN1PsUCC2q6NC10DdnAXJXXVYV0Ktiq1vwyAz6-YBL/s1280/HUMANS29.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1280" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8v5ZvnL82SP8iNXYYOGvX9cwdmROW83jkK0WvmdnIvRtm2yoGFbxNQI39X7v4O1ACMl0bJeqSR08n0O-tB1wJxkoY6MsZCv4SO5zmhIFQWuhrA8_vKgzjRUXoQTx54xSoZ8WutCY0KE_oaGqN1PsUCC2q6NC10DdnAXJXXVYV0Ktiq1vwyAz6-YBL/w400-h286/HUMANS29.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzt9NeTwAqyd6Boo_7rCAiwK2vQMLRM1NkMCeXO0WEDxV3VjRD_JgGhR7IiOudrO-0T-kFcd_zFBgVqi2Cst4T45wJFuBLefb0SU-_JnIzWgJWI_CS8sQG4a7geWBb02vK8wkTEnBxiXjRF9pTM3sBP5xfq73Uz83LBYSgDbORfMRS2xxGh1VaNEe/s1280/HUMANS42.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1280" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzt9NeTwAqyd6Boo_7rCAiwK2vQMLRM1NkMCeXO0WEDxV3VjRD_JgGhR7IiOudrO-0T-kFcd_zFBgVqi2Cst4T45wJFuBLefb0SU-_JnIzWgJWI_CS8sQG4a7geWBb02vK8wkTEnBxiXjRF9pTM3sBP5xfq73Uz83LBYSgDbORfMRS2xxGh1VaNEe/w400-h286/HUMANS42.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tdhLFY3jPwKRVyk3UchQTy2gq9BCDXglt72ybAFg-fSdnjDPAKJmevV-DuspzlZi0x8BYX7cwVaGxTrov03earo3SK4tdzKc6svPo099Po4Ss1KwsV-y-IbQkf5CFOzycSgkpd9vt-Fc5yYqQrOqSlNHV5FT0_OEItByYInE-PwFXS7g6G5OVWTF/s1280/HUMANS81.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1280" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tdhLFY3jPwKRVyk3UchQTy2gq9BCDXglt72ybAFg-fSdnjDPAKJmevV-DuspzlZi0x8BYX7cwVaGxTrov03earo3SK4tdzKc6svPo099Po4Ss1KwsV-y-IbQkf5CFOzycSgkpd9vt-Fc5yYqQrOqSlNHV5FT0_OEItByYInE-PwFXS7g6G5OVWTF/w400-h286/HUMANS81.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Leslie Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01743542401701014229noreply@blogger.com0