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OBSERVATION NOTES: SUBJECT 13 PHASE I, DAY 1 Subject is Male, 5’9, 212 lbs. 47 years old. Showing signs of confusion as sedatives wear off. Formula has been injected while unconscious without event. Formula 12-B has been approved for testing, with close observation applied to ensure racial and psychological modifications match expected profile. Beginning observation for stage one. DAY 5 Subject is threatening legal action towards any staff interacted with. Reluctantly eats meals enough to maintain dosage necessary for further physical progress. Weight loss is more pronounced than in previous subjects, height loss is still minimal. DAY 15 Like previous formula, subject is increasingly docile. Interactions with staff are increasingly positive, with little mention of Subject’s previous identity. Physical changes have accelerated, including weight loss, reduction in perceived age, minor loss in height, and significant redistribution of fat towards the breasts and rear. Skin is noticeably m...

OBSERVATION NOTES: SUBJECT 12 PHASE I, DAY 1 Subject is Male, 6’1, 190 lbs. 20 years old. Collected walking home alone from late class at college campus five hours earlier. Showing signs of moderate distress as sedatives wear off. Formula has been injected while unconscious without event. Beginning observation for stage one. DAY 5 Subject still displays heightened levels of hostility, threatens staff with physical aggression upon most interactions. Formula is progressing as expected, with approximately 10% reduction in body mass and 3 inch reduction in height. Subject has noticed decrease in muscle mass but attributes cause to diet and a lack of exercise. Dosage increased for stage two. DAY 15 Subject is noticeably more docile upon interaction, has had positive interactions with both male and female staff members. Physical changes have increased in pace, including moderate facial feminization and initial stages of breast growth. Subject’s height and weight have stabilized at 5’5 and 15...

“Meu deus, isso é tão estranho, o que vou fazer?” John muttered to himself, still in awe that he could understand what he was saying, but even more so at the sight of the woman looking back at him from the mirror.   He had decided to start learning Portuguese last week as a spur of the moment decision to get out of the house and possibly meet some women after seeing a sign up sheet for classes in the lobby of his apartment building. He had no idea at the time just how    much that decision would change his life. The role exchanger had struck just a few minutes into his first in-person lesson, a group conversation class led by a Brazilian teacher. The bright, blue light flashed through at the end of the introductions, right as he had finished struggling through telling the group his name and age in stilted, broken Portuguese. The first change had been the most obvious, a gasp rippling through the group at the sight of the breasts erupting onto his rapidly shrinking body an...

Yusuf (Now Ingrid), 28 I might not look like it, but I actually have a pretty good reason for being here, besides getting drunk and looking good… I came to Germany a few years ago from Turkey on a work visa, and have been trying to get my permanent residency ever since. I caught the Western European variant of the gender virus a few months in, which traded in my beard and beer gut for blonde hair and breasts, but didn’t exactly do anything for my immigration case, even if i do have a more traditionally “German” look now! Anyways, part of the citizenship process involves proving that you’ve “integrated into German society”, and what better way to prove that than getting some photos of myself at Oktoberfest? Of course, the process is a little easier if you marry a citizen, which brings me to my backup plan… Have you seen some the guys around here? The only issue is, my tolerance isn’t anything like it used to be. I’m only a few beers in and I’m already feeling pretty tipsy! Don’t tell an...

“Hey sexy, you need a lift?” Nick frowned as he shielded the sun from his eyes to see the source of the noise: Some middle aged man pulling up in a sports car, clearly compensating for something by the look of his out of date clothes and greying, dyed a bit too black for anyone to mistake it for his natural color hair. “Really? That’s what you’re approaching me with? God, as if!” He scoffed back, smiling when he noticed his words had hit their mark. “Look at your dusty ass outfit and then look at me, did you really think you had a chance? You’re not fooling anyone with the hair, by the way!” He knew he wasn’t supposed to think it, but god, it felt good being a bitch. Seeing guys’ faces fall as they got shot down, rubbing the fact that he was out of their league in their faces, he knew it was wrong but the rush it gave him doing it ran right through his body like fireworks every time. It was one of many personality traits he now struggled with since the Role Exchanger made him almost un...

It made his stomach turn just thinking about it. Tom had done everything right: The right grades, the right schools, the right connections. Everything to ensure that he’d be successful, powerful, driven. And all it had taken was one wrong move to bring it all toppling down.   His job had warned him when he signed on for the business trip to Hong Kong. Go to the office, go to the hotel, eat in your room. He had seen the same warnings around the airport as well. A particularly bad outbreak of the Gender Virus had practically ground business to a halt. His company would have pulled out too if the deal wasn’t critical - In fact, the only reason he had been able to go along as a junior associate at all had been because he had taken the place of his manager, who had pulled out at the last minute when he deemed the health risk too high. But Tom had been dying to prove himself. He had actually jumped at the opportunity, desperate to prove himself as a hard worker. He had rolled the dice, a...

Jacob was running out of time. He knew he couldn't keep coming up with excuses to get out of his duties. When the storm had hit his small town, swapping the bodies of anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside at the wrong time , he thought the worst of it was over when he found himself in the body of Melissa, the youth pastor's beautiful new wife. That, at least, he thought he could deal with. But then came the decree. "What passed was an act of God," Pastor James had said in church that Sunday, "And the lord has a plan. Play the role given to you, that is the only road to salvation". The Pastor's word was as good as law within Jacob’s family, and so instead of finding himself packing his bags and leaving for college, as he had planned, he had moved in with Adam, the unshifted youth pastor whose wife's body he now inhabited. And Adam had strong views on how a woman should behave, no matter who she had been in the past. A good wife should obey her hu...