Pick Your Poison

Glen wanted to get even with the government for ruining his life. He was in trouble with the law from an early age and the problems kept coming. He had finally had enough. The world will not forget Glen’s name when he is done. He will fight back and make the world pay the price for hurting Glen all these years.

Crazy people have crazy ideas. Glen’s idea to punish the world is with a lone wolf terrorist attack. He read an article about ricin, a deadly poison made from castor beans. The best thing, according to Glen, is that ricin is made from castor beans, the same beans used in rosaries.  A little digging and Glen discovered how to process ricin from castor beans.

But Glen is the unluckiest man on Earth. The government was watching Glen’s internet searches and sniffed out his plan even before he thought it. Glen’s large order of rosary beads was intercepted and replaced with a different product by a secret government agency. Glen was so excited as he began processing the beans for his sinister plan.

He had to be careful as he produced ricin or it could kill him. The fancy setup in his basement was the perfect way to manufacture a nice quantity of ricin for release at the local mall during the holiday season. He knew exactly where the air intake vent was to carry out his master plan.

But poor Glen was thwarted. The castor beans were replaced with a replica infused with nanobots. Yes, those wonderful atom-sized creations that entered your body and changed every cell into a female cell. When nanobots got a hold of you there was nothing left of your manhood. Glen was Glenda before he had a chance to know what was happening. The government swat team swarmed his home and took all his stuff away so no one else would lose their junk. Glenda is not as sad as she might be. The women’s prison is not as bad as the guy’s prison.

Fighting Back

The Bank Job

Mike was putting away the last of his paperwork before closing the bank when terrorists stormed the bank. As bank manager it was his responsibility to protect the bank and its employees. They were trained to cooperate with bank robbers and let the police handle the situation: heroes in a bank robbery were usually dead heroes.

The terrorists pulled Mike from the employees when they discovered he was the manager. They demanded he open the safe. He told them the safe was on a timer and couldn’t be opened until the designated time. The terrorists started pushing Mike around when they learned he was the one who tripped the silent alarm.

Police surrounded the building. The terrorists didn’t care; they had a few tricks up their sleeve. When the terrorists stormed the bank they rolled in a large rectangular box. When the police didn’t meet their demands the terrorists said they would make an example Mike.

Mike tried to talk the terrorists out of hurting him. Without a word they pushed Mike into the box. The walls were smooth inside the box. Mike heard an increasing whir as the machine approached whatever it was programmed to do. Mike jumped from the loud crack.

The door opened and Mike stepped out. He looked down and saw his new body wearing a bra and panty only. The terrorists handed Mike a note. “You give this to the police. It will prove who you are, Becky, the bank manager, and that we mean business. Tell them, if our demands are not meet in the next ten minutes another man will be sent out like you.” The police met the terrorist’s demands in less than three minutes.

Kidnapped

The atrocities of war linger on for generations. When the tribes of Leluck III started a civil war tourist were warned to avoid the planet until the conflict ended. Of course that does not stop everybody. Some people think the adrenaline rush is worth it. Tourism can actually increase for a while after such a warning.

Tex found the added excitement and risks an adventure. He felt if he stayed with the tour bus he would be safe. However, the rival tribe was offended the tourists were spending money (read supporting) their enemy. A quick raid captured the bus with Tex.

Due to the risk of gang rape, women avoided the planet. They left the risk-taking to the macho men. Tex’s bus was all men. Tex was worried they might be killed since they were all men and could be considered a threat.

Tex’s fears were soon allayed. The warriors set up a contest all the tourist would have to participate in. Each man from the tour bus would have to run 300 meters to a post. The first one there won. All the losers would be forced into a nanobot bath, turned into a woman and forced to service the warriors of the tribe.

Tex is an athletic man. There is no way he is losing this competition. Unfortunately, he was tripped as he neared his goal and joined the losers in the nanobot bath. To add insult to injury, the guy that tripped him won. As each man stepped into the nanobot bath, the winner taunted them. Tex was fuming. Now his captors call him Bridget and dressed him in pink lingerie. When all the men were transformed except the winner, the warriors pointed at the winner and forced him into the nanobot bath, too. The group of women—the former male tourists—laughed their asses off.

The warriors had a sense of humor. The winner was forced to service the warriors first. Too bad for Bridget she was next in line. It took a few weeks for Tex to adjust, but soon Bridget forgot all about Tex and focused on her job. Turned out to be a great vacation after all. Lots of adventure. Tex got to do things he never did before.

Turn the Paige

Purchasing TG dust requires a permit and a background check. The government feels TG dust is too dangerous to be unregulated. Floyd’s neighbors are a prime example of why TG dust needs to be restricted.

A windstorm blew part of Floyd’s roof off and into his neighbor’s yard. It took the insurance company a few days to get contractors to remove the debris. The delay caused Floyd’s neighbor to become bitter at Floyd even though there was nothing Floyd could do about it.

His neighbor started to plot revenge. He found TG dust on the black market and pumped it into the ventilation system of Floyd’s home. Unaware of what was to befall him when he got home, Floyd walked right into the trap. After washing up he took a nap before dinner. When he woke up his whole world had changed.

Floyd had the last laugh, however. What his neighbor didn’t know was that Floyd took every opportunity he had to cross-dress. He had plenty of outfits to choose from for his new body. Floyd enjoyed a light dinner and then planned a night out on the town as Paige.

When the pleasant evening was over, Paige checked her ventilation system to see if any TG dust residue remained. Luckily there was. She carefully gathered the remaining TG dust and placed it where the ventilation system of her neighbor’s home would suck it in when it turned on. Looks like the neighbor will have more to be bitter about. He can always borrow a dress from Paige. She has plenty.

The One That Got Away

Mike was putting away the last of his paperwork before closing the bank when terrorists stormed the bank. As bank manager it was his responsibility to protect the bank and its employees. They were trained to cooperate with bank robbers and let the police handle the situation: heroes in a bank robbery were usually dead heroes.

The terrorists pulled Mike from the employees when they discovered he was the manager. They demanded he open the safe. He told them the safe was on a timer and couldn’t be opened until the designated time. The terrorists started pushing Mike around when they learned he was the one who tripped the silent alarm.

Police surrounded the building. The terrorists didn’t care; they had a few tricks up their sleeve. When the terrorists stormed the bank they rolled in a large rectangular box. When the police didn’t meet their demands the terrorists said they would make an example Mike.

Mike tried to talk the terrorists out of hurting him. Without a word they pushed Mike into the box. The walls were smooth inside the box. Mike heard an increasing whir as the machine approached whatever it was programmed to do. Mike jumped from the loud crack.

The door opened and Mike stepped out. He looked down and saw his new body wearing a bra and panty only. The terrorists handed Mike a note. “You give this to the police. It will prove who you are, Becky, the bank manager, and that we mean business. Tell them, if our demands are not meet in the next ten minutes another man will be sent out like you.” The police met the terrorist’s demands in less than three minutes.

Pursuit

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Ed Smeardon was hot on the trail of an international terrorist responsible for the deaths of over 8,000 people. He forced the terrorist into a warehouse and called in backup. The warehouse was surrounded preventing escape. He entered, gun drawn, careful not to give his position away.

Condensation on the windows streaked down in twisting rivers from the humidity of the pool. The edge was narrow. To get to the other side, Ed had to tight walk the edge of the pool. The wet edge was too much. Ed slipped, flew out and landed back first in the water. He struggled to right himself. When his feet found the bottom he regained his balance and stood.

As he stood up he knew what had happened; he had fallen into a nanobot pool. His gun was gone. Water dripped from his outstretched hand as he tested his new body. Then it hit him Asuka? He was Asuka in full costume, well uniform. It only took a few moments for Ed to realize his advantage. As a woman, as Asuka, he was in the best place possible to bring the international terrorist he trailed to justice.  Game on.

Lone Wolf

Glen wanted to get even with the government for ruining his life. He was in trouble with the law from an early age and the problems kept coming. He had finally had enough. The world will not forget Glen’s name when he is done. He will fight back and make the world pay the price for hurting Glen all these years.

Crazy people have crazy ideas. Glen’s idea to punish the world is with a lone wolf terrorist attack. He read an article about ricin, a deadly poison made from castor beans. The best thing, according to Glen, is that ricin is made from castor beans, the same beans used in rosaries.  A little digging and Glen discovered how to process ricin from castor beans.

But Glen is the unluckiest man on Earth. The government was watching Glen’s internet searches and sniffed out his plan even before he thought it. Glen’s large order of rosary beads was intercepted and replaced with a different product by a secret government agency. Glen was so excited as he began processing the beans for his sinister plan.

He had to be careful as he produced ricin or it could kill him. The fancy setup in his basement was the perfect way to manufacture a nice quantity of ricin for release at the local mall during the holiday season. He knew exactly where the air intake vent was to carry out his master plan.

But poor Glen was thwarted. The castor beans were replaced with a replica infused with nanobots. Yes, those wonderful atom-sized creations that entered your body and changed every cell into a female cell. When nanobots got a hold of you there was nothing left of your manhood. Glen was Glenda before he had a chance to know what was happening. The government swat team swarmed his home and took all his stuff away so no one else would lose their junk. Glenda is not as sad as she might be. The women’s prison is not as bad as the guy’s prison.

World War III Part Troi

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The war was out of control. Eighty percent of all men alive were hit by the girly light. Panty shortages were acute and there was a serious run on pantyhose. Hmmm? The United States was willing to listen to terms from China when the secure bunkers of men preserved for breeding stock were penetrated. The girly light bomb was completed by China first. America’s 28 largest cities fell in love with pink the first day.

Europe, East Asia, Africa, and Australia soon sued for peace, too. It was clear China won World War III. Not that anyone would notice. The United States finished development of the girly light bomb two days after China, feminizing most of the world within a week.

With breeding stock men nearly all transformed, peace was inevitable. There were no hot-headed men left to fight. All the girls wanted to do was shop, get their hair done, compare nail colors and gossip. Fewer than 200 men were left of the human race. You can only imagine their existence surrounded by so many women, especially during that special time of the month.

And then there was the new world order once peace was restored. People still needed love and companionship. Men before the war made the best lovers for most women with mixed results. Here we see Alex, now Alexis, sharing his love. Not everyone is happy about it.

World War III was over, the jealousy war is about to begin. Too bad somebody didn’t build a manly gun.

World War III

Trade tensions were out of control between nations. Small skirmishes between adjoining countries were the first indication a worldwide conflagration was about to erupt. With so many nations possessing nuclear weapons the only way to fight and win any future war would require a different kind of combat.

Tanks and heavy artillery would only escalate to nuclear. World War III would be fought like no war before. World War III would be fought with infantry, small arms, terrorist attacks, and guerrilla warfare. There would be no deaths in World War III because the new weapon of choice was the girly light.

Men would take to the field in small groups attacking the enemy while keeping out of site. A small town could be subdued with a modest crack commando group, turning an entire town female in a night, disorienting the half the population, sapping their energy to fight.

The first shot was fired by China, but the United States and Europe also have nail polish on their hands, too. China made it clear they wanted war over peace. The President extended an olive branch by travelling to China to end trade animosities. The President was the first victim. He was ambushed by girly lights.

The President no longer looked good in a suit so he stepped into a dress, changed his name to Amanda and told the Chinese, “Game on, girls!”

Continued tomorrow…

Returning the Favor

Purchasing TG dust requires a permit and a background check. The government feels TG dust is too dangerous to be unregulated. Floyd’s neighbors are a prime example of why TG dust needs to be restricted.

A windstorm blew part of Floyd’s roof off and into his neighbor’s yard. It took the insurance company a few days to get contractors to remove the debris. The delay caused Floyd’s neighbor to become bitter at Floyd even though there was nothing Floyd could do about it.

His neighbor started to plot revenge. He found TG dust on the black market and pumped it into the ventilation system of Floyd’s home. Unaware of what was to befall him when he got home, Floyd walked right into the trap. After washing up he took a nap before dinner. When he woke up his whole world had changed.

Floyd had the last laugh, however. What his neighbor didn’t know was that Floyd took every opportunity he had to cross-dress. He had plenty of outfits to choose from for his new body. Floyd enjoyed a light dinner and then planned a night out on the town as Paige.

When the pleasant evening was over, Paige checked her ventilation system to see if any TG dust residue remained. Luckily there was. She carefully gathered the remaining TG dust and placed it where the ventilation system of her neighbor’s home would suck it in when it turned on. Looks like the neighbor will have more to be bitter about. He can always borrow a dress from Paige. She has plenty.

Superhero

For: NeoRock

Late in the night of Megacity crime ran rampant. People feared the night and the smart ones were home before dark and stayed home until morning light. The daily news reported the number of bodies found each morning by police. Then rumors of fear spread among the criminal set, a rumor of a vigilante named Sonya who roamed the dead-of-night streets of Megacity.

Police refused to work the streets much after dark. Citizens barricaded themselves in their home and apartments and prayed the gangs didn’t decide to target their home. There was no help if you came under attack.

Some say it was hope that started the rumors of a superhero roaming the night streets. Once the myth of Sonya started it was hard to stop.  More and more people claimed they were saved by a woman dressed as a superhero. Crime plummeted; people started to dine out well into the evening and walk home. Even a few fleeting, fuzzy pictures of Sonya appeared in the newspapers. Skeptics claimed it was more crazy people acting like the UFO crowd.

Jack knew better. He knew Sonya was real. He wasn’t one of those saved by the mysterious woman from violent assailants. He knew because he knew Sonya personally. You see, Jack bought an old home to remodel. While remodeling Jack found a strange women’s suit/uniform in an old wooden chest in the attic. Living alone and with a fetish for women’s clothing he tried the uniform on. The outfit rippled across his body and transformed him into Sonya: superhero.

Soon Jack discovered the suit gave him more than a great female body, but special powers, super powers. He knew he had to make a difference in the city. He wore the suit every night to help the oppressed. Each morning before sunrise he returned home, took off the suit, transformed back into Jack and assumed his normal life. No one was the wiser. And Megacity was once again the safe city it once was. The legend of Sonya lived on as Jack passed the outfit on as he grew older. And, almost as if by magic, no one ever got a really good look at Sonya. She remained the mysterious savior of Megacity and the bane of all evil.

Witch Way Did She Go

Marty made the mistake of treating a witch with disdain. The first lesson when speaking with a witch is to agree with her. If she asks for something, give it and leave fast. Never, I repeat, never get selfish with a witch. A witch scorned will hunt you down and change your life forever.

Marty made all the mistakes. He knew the woman was a witch. Regardless, he ignored her simple request to carry some books to her cart. The witch said nothing as she made several trips to get all her books. Marty kept walking.

The witch watched as Marty’s back disappeared around the corner. She rummaged through the books on her cart until she found the one she was looking for. She opened the book and used her thumb to page back to the spell she wanted. She narrowed her eyes as she looked in the direction Marty went. In a hoarse voice she spit the incantation.

At home Marty felt ill. He took a nap. When he woke he could not remember who he was. All he wanted to do was give books away to anyone who would take them. He kept telling people he was Angela. People had no idea who she was and avoided her. Before long Angela was known as the crazy woman handing out books in town.

The Bank Job

Mike was putting away the last of his paperwork before closing the bank when terrorists stormed the bank. As bank manager it was his responsibility to protect the bank and its employees. They were trained to cooperate with bank robbers and let the police handle the situation: heroes in a bank robbery were usually dead heroes.

The terrorists pulled Mike from the employees when they discovered he was the manager. They demanded he open the safe. He told them the safe was on a timer and couldn’t be opened until the designated time. The terrorists started pushing Mike around when they learned he was the one who tripped the silent alarm.

Police surrounded the building. The terrorists didn’t care; they had a few tricks up their sleeve. When the terrorists stormed the bank they rolled in a large rectangular box. When the police didn’t meet their demands the terrorists said they would make an example Mike.

Mike tried to talk the terrorists out of hurting him. Without a word they pushed Mike into the box. The walls were smooth inside the box. Mike heard an increasing whir as the machine approached whatever it was programmed to do. Mike jumped from the loud crack.

The door opened and Mike stepped out. He looked down and saw his new body wearing a bra and panty only. The terrorists handed Mike a note. “You give this to the police. It will prove who you are, Becky, the bank manager, and that we mean business. Tell them, if our demands are not meet in the next ten minutes another man will be sent out like you.” The police met the terrorist’s demands in less than three minutes.

A Visit to the Witch Doctor

A Last Look Around

Breakout

The Price of Being a Dick

Innocents Abroad

Good Help is Hard to Find