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“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of the noise: Some middle aged man pulling up in a sports car, clearly compensating for something by the look of his out of date clothes and greying, dyed a bit too black for anyone to mistake it for his natural color hair.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...

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“And that’s all for today’s lesson. Good work, you’re getting better!” Malcolm’s teacher smiled, waving bye to him through the video call.   “Thank you, you are.. helping me much.” Malcom smiled back, slowly sounding out his words to make sure he was pronouncing them right. He cut off the call before breathing out a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair as he examined his reflection in the dark screen of his laptop. Malcolm had a lot to be thankful for after a chance run-in with the Role Exchanger, but his weekly English lessons were definitely not one of them. He had been at an art museum when the Role Exchanger hit, the blue light turning his life upside down as it swapped a number of his traits with other visitors in the ensuing chaos. The most drastic changes hit first, exchanging his gender with a woman to his left. He felt petite breasts begin to push out from his chest as his body rapidly feminized, leaving him as an androgynously female version of his old self. He would...

The Role Exchanger was one of the most studied but least understood phenomenons on earth. Once every few years, a strange blue light appears at random, randomly exchanging both physical and mental characteristics of anyone unlucky enough to be touched by the light until it moves on. There were a dozen different theories as to why it appeared, anything from aliens to terrorists to even acts of God, but for those affected, the effect was the same: The body you had when the light appeared wasn’t the body you’d have when it left, and unless you were lucky (or unlucky) enough to be hit again, you’d be better off getting used to however you ended up. In fact, it was so rare that Danny had thought it was an urban legend until he saw it in person.   He had been at the mall shopping for a gift for his wife when the light appeared, bathing him and the rest of the mall in a soft, blue light. Before he even had time to react, the racks around him began to grow as he exchanged ages with a young...

“Perfect” Will smiled as he felt a rush of energy spread to his chest, filling out a previously loose bikini with large, soft breasts. Checking his reflection in his phone camera, he took a look at the time and breathed out a sigh of relief. He only had a few seconds before the spell’s time limit ran out. He had found the spell book in a box of his grandfather’s old things, abandoned next to old photo albums and trophies. There were only a couple pages in the thin notebook, with a handful of spells written out on each one. It wasn’t until he jokingly read out the first one and almost set his house on fire that he realized that they were the real deal. Most of the spells seemed either useless or too dangerous to try, but one spell caught his eye, mostly due to a note in the margins written in his grandfather’s handwriting - SINGLE USE ONLY. He took a closer look at the spell, apparently one that could transform your body, and realized exactly what the note’s implications meant. The spel...