Elf Data Collector

 In a busy office building, a worker is punished by his witchy boss. 

Elf Blanket

Brrrr. It's freezing in this dank old cottage. Uncle's cabin is a crazy mess. It's blustery and the windows rattle. Looks like sleet and hail. It's getting so dark even though its daytime. I can barely walk around the messy place. But it looks like I'm stuck here for a few days.

I hope Mom and Dad are alright. They took off with Uncle in some sort of emergency. We were on our way to one of his villas. But a messenger owl appeared and redirected all of us to one of Uncle's storehouses. This place I'm at right now. The owl told my Dad to head here, it's a safe place that only magicians like us can sense.

The cottage was blurry but I could see something in the distance as we got closer. Mom said that my magic sense is still developing. And I'm lucky that I could see anything at all. The minute we made it there, all hell broke loose. Rain, thunder and wind battered the carriage we were in. As Mom and Dad did a magic symbol to open the gate. Uncle appeared in between lightning bolts. I could hear my parents arguing with him about me, but Uncle's words were strong. I then heard a rattling in my head. Psi-speak.

"Nephew. We must fight a menacing Storm Dragon. We will be gone for some time. Stay here inside my safehouse. I give you access to all the things there. But be wary, many things are dangerous for a young beginner like you." Uncle struck me with a strange magic and in another lightning flash. The three of them teleported and disappeared. 

My lanky teenage legs did their best to run towards the door. But by the time I turned the knob, I was drenched! My clothes weighed a ton with all the water it absorbed. My feet sloshed on the floor, but I did my best not to tread water in Uncle's cabin. But what was strange as I explored the place, candles would turn on, flicker and extinguish as I went by. This place despite my fears, has piqued my curiosity. 

I felt a chill in my bones. I coughed and sneezed a bit as I wandered. I need to get out of these clothes. This place seems bigger than what it looks from the outside. My jaw chattered. I'm cold. I think Uncle said that I have free reign here. I'm not that good at magic, but I have to try something. So I thought to myself; 'I need a blanket to stay warm. I need a fireplace to dry my clothes.' 

I looked around, staring in one direction, I felt a tingle go down my back. I walked toward a closet, as if something was guiding me. I opened it. There I saw an old, green blanket, bound by ropes. It felt warm and I could feel staticky tingles as my pruny hands caressed the cloth. It was so warm and inviting, I didn't hesitate to untie the ropes and unfold it all. But, I didn't want the blanket to get damp with all the wet clothes on me. So I decided to get naked. I undressed myself. My slender, boyish body shivered as I discarded my wet clothes onto a pile. That green blanket looked so warm and inviting, I didn't feel embarrassed. Why should I? There's no one here but me. 

I felt an odd, tingly warmth as I draped the blanket over me. I was instantly warm and dry beneath it. Definitely magic. Is this what an adventurer would use when sleeping out in the forest? As I rustled myself inside the blanket. I could swear I felt taller and lighter. Did my old wet clothes really weigh me down that much? As I turned my head to look around. The cloth rubbing on my scalp, my hair seemed to get longer. My shoulders soon tickled. Not just from my new hair cascading, but the blanket seemed to be stuck on my skin. 

The green blanket seemed to have a mind of its own now. It churned, massaged, and squeezed me all over. My back, hips and butt hurt. The warmth seemed to hit every muscle in my body, down to my bones. I felt a bit too warm now. I tried to separate the living blanket off me. I squirmed and heaved. But all I could accomplish was separating the blanket around my chest. But the minute that happened, as I looked down in the dimly lit hallway, I felt top heavy. Two modest breasts jutted out of me! The blanket pushed on my back somehow changing my posture. The blanket is forcing my back to push out my chest. It's making my boobies seem even bigger. 

My arms and hands seemed less bound now for some reason. And despite a boys instinct to touch girl boobs, my hands made their way under the blanket and across smooth hips and towards my crotch. I gasped in surprise. My dick was gone! I felt a prickly, fuzzy mound between my legs. I had girl parts now. I wanted to scream with all my might. A loud girlish wail that would be hidden by the storm outside. But my senses prevailed. My mom in the past had said that curses gain more power if you're in a crazed emotional state. Dad had given me some meditation practice before. I calmly breathed in and out to gain my composure.

"This warm blanket must be cursed. It turned me into a girl...No not just that. I think I'm an elf now." I said to myself. I knew I had to be one, cause I feel two pointy ears being weighed down by the blanket over my head. I must remain calm. With the green blanket still caressing my body, I cant let the blanket control me. I take a deep breath. My family is going through something much worse than me turning into a girl. They're fighting a Dragon while I get to fight against some dirty old blanket. All I can do now is wish for them to survive and come back in one piece. 

I then remember the second part of my desire. To find a fireplace. I'm still stuck here in this place. My clothes from when I was a boy are still wet. They need to be dry before they get smelly and moldy. I look around in other directions, and I feel that familiar tingle again. I bundle and grab my clothes. Hopefully it's a regular fireplace this time and not a cursed one. I walk with a new feminine gait in the direction of the tingles. Thunderclaps and rumbles are heard all over. My elf senses are aware and acute. Miles away, there's a fierce battle of magicians against a dragon. And right in front of me is my own battle to turn back into a man. 

Book'em Elf

 A police officer is interrogating a young man with strange powers.

Office Elf Isekai

I still remember the first time I landed in this strange bizarre world. A magical portal opened up and swallowed me as I was walking home. I thought I could outrun it, but I'm not as young as I used to be. I'm a balding 40 years old man. The crackling magical portal sucked me up and I lost consciousness. When I came to I was in some snazzy office building, It looked old, yet new, but still had a medieval overtone to it. There, I met Boss-sama for the first time. She was the most beautiful female I've ever seen. She was stern and regal Elf. And looked powerful. I was awash in fear and awe. 

I guess I was summoned by her from my Earth to her world. She was looking for capable magicians to help run her business empire. I told her that Earth had no real magic. I was just a regular office worker, not some Hero or sorcerer. But she told me she sensed potential, even though she was disappointed that I was a man. Boss-sama said that this world was a Matriarchal society and women held power. Plus, a new portal to get back to Earth wont open up for another 60 years. I didn't know how to respond to that.

As she showed me around her enterprise, I realized it was quite disorganized and there was too much oversight. Her castle was run like a bad business. It almost felt like my old job. Boss-sama was trying to find a place to fit me in. I felt like a new recruit. I saw lots of magical beings trying their best to file paperwork, have business meetings and keep the whole place running. I realized now why I was summoned. Back on Earth, I was a good worker. But there was bad people in position of power. I had spent years languishing in my position, while others got raises. I was a middle-man stuck in a rut.

So I decided to use my earthly knowledge to help Boss-sama improve her business; and me, I would keep my sanity. Falling into another world would drive anyone mad. And I guess I'm insane so I'll go with the flow. So after weeks of studying and learning their culture and business practices. I laid out my business plan to her. Boss-sama was mightily impressed. I guess it helped that my smartphone became a magical device akin to a magic wand. As for some reason, it's still connected to Earth. I  have the power of the internet at my disposal. 

But soon a big hurdle came my way. I was a man. Boss-sama did her best to accommodate me and implement my ideas to make her business more successful. I was climbing up in rank, gaining promotions and overshadowing established beings. Men and women were getting jealous of how I was basically becoming Boss-sama's right hand man. Soon, we will have to travel to distant lands to consolidate and create new partnerships with the business plans that I created. Wars are not fought with swords and axes but pen and paper. There would be secret meetings, duels, battles and eventual truces to grow Boss-sama, no our castle into a successful business. 

So Boss-sama turned me into a woman. She said I would turn into a beauty like her.  I didn't think that would be possible. But then again I am in another world. Boss-sama and I had gained a mutual trust. I had faith in her and her in me. We became business partners after all. So Boss-sama used her most powerful Glamour to change me and how the world perceived me. Boss-sama was left severely weakened. 

She basically used half her magical energy and pumped it into my body. Some of her attendants carried her away to bed.  I didn't know it at the time, but that transfer of energy is akin to a marriage ceremony. 

I had to hold the reins of the company while Boss-sama recuperated. Entry level workers simply knew that I was always a woman and never questioned it.  Many in higher management were upset that I, a lowly human was left in charge. But they could feel Boss-sama's energy flowing in me. And there would be immediate firing if anyone tried to takeover. So all they could do is grin and bear it. They cant complain either way cause they're getting rich and powerful because of my insight. 

I would visit Boss-sama when I can and give her briefings on meetings and quarterly reports. She said it was going to be a slow transformation as I turned female. She couldn't tell how her magic would affect a human body as humans are extremely rare in their world. But Boss-sama was hopeful and happy for us. She would tell me of subtle changes in me that not even I would pick up on. Like my lumbering male gait, was becoming more graceful and refined. 

As the days passed, I could feel my skin getting softer and my dad bod shifting into something different. It became a habit to use my phone to take selfie pictures of myself every day. It was exciting seeing my face transform little by little. I was fascinated by how my ears slowly stretched out and got pointier. My bald patches soon filled up with soft fuzzy hair. It was soon growing like a weed. I was reminded of my youth, when I had longer hair, but had to cut it when I joined the workforce, and I felt sad as it fell out with age. I chuckle as I see women coworkers try to emulate my pony tail to varying success. 

I became ever more and more slender. A paunchy belly became a distant memory. My broad shoulders shrank by the day. And my ribs hurt when I woke each morning. I couldn't take deep heavy breaths anymore. I got used to short shallow breaths. That made my voice more wispy and demure. I would have to find a way to get my points across in meetings or I'll get trampled over.

Yet, I found it interesting as I grew a few inches every day. I was a man of average height. But now that I was becoming an Elf, I found myself looking down at my subordinates. Not as an insult, just a noticeable height difference. As my height increased, I noticed my hips, butt and legs getting voluptuous. Boss-sama's magic was slowly but surely working hard to mold me into a sexy Venus of Elf pedigree. 

I was quite androgynous as the weeks went by. The few male business suits I had, no longer fit me. Boss-sama lent me her personal seamstress and I had custom attire made for me. They had silk and magical elastic cloth available. I found clothing patterns online to help me look my best. I had clothing that would rival the best fashion models on Earth. My peers were dumbstruck seeing Earth fashions on an elvish body. I found myself addicted to my growing wardrobe. Certainly Boss-sama's elven magic is affecting my mind? 

As I saw my pert breasts in a mirror one day, I realized that my life as a man was over. I was more concerned over how my figure would look like now that I had some modestly sized boobs. They were just another part of my body now. I was so focused on work and maintaining standards, that somehow I had lost my male sexual drive. Sure I would catalog all my changes, the gigabytes of pics on my phone can attest to that. But that was just some OCD since I came to this world. There was some cute and sexy elf women too. But I enjoyed their company as peers not as a lustful desire. I never masturbated to gazing my feminized body. My new womanly hands never touched my shrinking dick. I was focused on maintaining my image and helping everything stay ship-shape for Boss-sama when she came back. 

I was surprised one day when visited Boss-sama to give a status report. She handed me a lemon from a tree her garden. I didn't know lemons existed in this world. I was curious as to what this meant. Boss-sama said that she has other subordinates keeping an eye on me. Even though were far apart, she can still sense my actions since our bodies are connected by magic. Boss-sama gave me this lemon because if I bit one, it can sever the Glamour placed on me and it can return me back to a man. Boss-sama said she still feels responsible for me and still wants to give me a way out if I no longer want to stay as a woman. I thanked her for her kind gesture and made my way back to the Castle/office.

I would find myself grasping and twirling the lemon on my desk and holding it in my hand between rallies and speeches. Weeks have gone by since my transformation. I garner respect and admiration from my employees. I've raised profits and quarterly earnings and have made the business more profitable in ages. Do I really want to lose this seniority and power by turning back into an old, bald man? It's safe to say I'm addicted to power. In the half year that I've been in this world, I've done so much more than a lifetime on Earth. And I haven't even left this kingdom. There's a whole wide world out there. I miss being a man. But I know I can achieve more success as a woman.

It finally happened. One day while at a meeting, something clicked inside my head. I quickly dismissed everyone and I made it to my office. My body was throbbing and tingling. Boss-sama said that any day now our magic would stabilize. It took a further year, but Boss-sama would be back at 100%. By now, I had already visited neighboring kingdoms and set up new business plans and treaties. I had either gone by myself or with my entourage and created new partnerships and settled transactions. I had received permission from Boss-sama ages ago to conduct business personally. Our original plan was moot, but I'm thankful that I could conduct interactions on my own. I was already a complete, fully capable woman able to handle anything that comes my way. 

But this feeling was something new. A desire deep inside my bones, an exciting anxiety. A tingle in the back of my brain. Something I haven't felt since I was a man. I was horny. I loosen my skirt and toss it aside. I take out my smartphone and did something I haven't done in a while.....

Click! Flash! Click! Flash. My smartphone whirrs and chimes as I furiously take picture after picture. I use the mirror to lustfully glance at my sexy, ginormous ass. I knew how big it was, but I never knew how big it felt. My neck cranes and my eyes throb as I try to look at the best angle my body can give me. 

I cant believe how sexy I look. Like if a fog suddenly lifted from my eyes. My chest feels warm and my nipples tingle. My legs. thighs and butt are something else. My black panties ride my crack majestically. My pantyhose is almost stretching and bursting to its limit. The heft of my ass cheeks are making my feet numb. I love it. But it's not enough. My stern, steely face is hiding a cork about to pop. My sex drive has re-activated.

I glance at the lemon on the floor by my feet. I want to pick it up one more time. My hand out stretches, and then I hesitate. I contrast my life as a man and now as a woman. I know what I must do. I feel it. She feels it. We're in sync. There's really no turning back. I must go to her. We must make love and become one.

Elf Takes Over

 An Elf finds it troublesome sharing bodies with a human.

Elf Girlfriend

New content, yay! Its my day off from work and I whipped this one out this morning. I put it up on a /d/ caption thread too. I left a message seeing if someone else wants a caption made. So lets see if there's any requests.

Warrior turned elf

An evil(?) magic strikes again. A brave warrior is struck down and a whole new life begins. I made a similar story like this a few years ago, with a similar base topic. Enjoy

Elf Sempai

Two scientists are discussing some life changing things. Some scientific and some physical

The Exchange Student

I was awakened by the sound of rocks hitting my window. One clink, another clank. By the third one I was up. I looked around my bed. My bed sheets are torn up. Another soft pillow ruined. My bed's headboard is all scratched up. Damn.

I groggily got up and made my way to see what's happening outside. My legs buckled a bit as I moved around my room. My leg muscles felt different. I file another mental note and move on. I grabbed the curtains and gave them a big yank. Bright sunlight drenched my room. It's a mess here in my bedroom.

I hear some cars pass by. Down below I could see my Neighbor Mika. She was all dressed and ready for school. Not like me. Every day something else on me changes. I'm pretty sure Mika's changes have stopped. Her body quickly adapted. And Mika always has a happy-go-lucky attitude that certainly helped her out when she changed.

"Hurry up Gringo, or we'll be late for school" She cheerfully said. I shouldn't have taught her that word. "You're allowed to arrive late, but not me. But Mika doesn't want you to come to school alone. Especially now with the way you look."

I rubbed my eyes "Okay" I said. My voice sounded raspy and grunty. Not like what I used to sound. It doesn't help that my face feels different today too. My face feels longer. My nose wet and pointy. Almost like a muzzle. I felt like a damn furry. I've seen the stupid crap they put online. I hate them. But I was becoming one of them. Shit. I'm still hoping I'll wake up from this crazy dream.

Ever since that crazy day....That supernatural worldwide event. When half the worlds population transformed. Became something completely different. Not human. Many people awoke, changed overnight while others have been slowly changing bit by bit. Some in weeks others take months. Wars, deaths and murders happened because of all the changed people. Hate, racism and bigotry were in full swing. But then the transformations stopped for a while. And normal people thought they were safe. No more changes. But like with some crazy supernatural schedule, the transformations started coming back and a whole new generation of humans became...mystical creatures out of fantasy storybooks.

"Are you just going to stand there and daydream Jason?" Mika shouted. "Aren't you going to get ready for school, sleepyhead?" Mika asked again.

As I broke out of my sleepy daydream, for a second there I was jealous of Mika. She at least looks human. Other than her darkened skin and long ears. She could pass for a ganguro girl. I guess she became a dark elf. But she still has her bubbly, Japanese girl personality. It's funny how she talks too. She talks to me in her heavily accented English. It doesn't match her sultry dark elf body. Transforming is a strange ordeal.

I take a quick peek outside my room. There, like always pinned to my door, is a message from my guardians. He's working late again. He wont be home until late. Mother is staying with family and Sister left early for sports practice.

I snort in anger. Typical lies. They're avoiding me. They cant handle whats going on. They hardly ever see me. All they leave is notes and sometimes a plate in the fridge. I've seen them act all distant ever since I started changing. If I was their real son, they would have been more concerned. But I guess its a double whammy for me. A foreigner and a monster.

As I left my room and headed down the stairs, My legs and knees buckled again. I almost tripped and fell down! I had to grab the rail to hold myself up. I yelped in pain as something was wrong with my legs.

Mika burst in. She somehow heard me. She saw me struggling to hold on to the rails of the stairs. She rushed up to me, bounding up the steps quickly. Mika knew her elfish body was surprisingly limber. "You okay?" She said with genuine concern.

"My legs feel wrong" I replied. We both look down on my legs. One of my legs looks normal under my sleep pants. But the other leg, looks like it has joints in the wrong places! I curse silently to myself.

As Mika sat me down on my kitchen table. She smiled at me. Mika made an 'I'm going to make some breakfast' face. She went to heat up some water for tea, and put some bread in the toaster. I had no choice but to accept my changes and hope that nothing  else will go wrong with my body.

Anyone else would have been freaked out by what they saw. But I simply exhaled and accepted my new change. One of my legs now bent in the wrong direction. My toes were gone and replaced with hooves. My new leg seemed thinner, but somehow it was able to support my weight. It resembled a deer's legs. Welp, I cant deny what I was turning into. Some sort of deer-boy.

In my mind I hope my transformation stops there. I've seen some Satyr-men and women online. I hope I don't turn full animal. That's a fear for a whole bunch of people. You fully lose your humanity. "One day at a time." I blurt out. But what made this more freaky, is that my other leg still seemed humanish. Other than my fusing, darkening toes. My other leg still seems normal. But I know it wont be long before the other one becomes like the other. I'm going to have a hard time getting around until that happens.

A plate slamming on the table jolts me. Mika snaps me out of my funk. There on the table is my breakfast. I found myself with a hunger I didn't even have and I ravenously swallowed my breakfast.

I found myself embarrassed as I ate my food. Now that the shape of my face changed. It was harder for me to chew with my mouth closed. Food was flying out! I slowed down a bit. I had to. I also found it hard to drink tea from a cup. I had to lower my face close to it and had to lap up the tea into my mouth. I could see Mika staring at me as I did that.

"Your antlers look bigger today, Jason." Mika said "Every day they look, um...how you say, more majestic." Mika was trying to compliment me. It made me feel just a bit better. I remember a month or two ago, I was doing the same thing to her, when she started changing. I would keep her company when she needed it. She held up a brave front as she lost her old body. Now I know how she felt. Losing your humanity. "Do you still want to go to school Jason?" She asked.

"I'm not sure Mika," I replied. "I mean look at my legs! I cant wear normal pants anymore.Not with the way my joints are now. Plus, I'm all mismatched. I don't think I can run and keep up with you. We're already late as it is." I felt a dull throbbing pain. There was a new tugging at my hip bones. My other leg was changing now. Soon to turn more animal like.

"Let me get a crutch then!" Mika cheerfully replied. "Back at home, Oba-chan, I mean auntie has a spare crutch or is it a cane back at home. I can go get it for you!"

I was going to tell her no. But Mika was already on her way out the door. Every day she seems more agile and fast. Her transformation really suited her. She was already on the track team before she changed.

Which makes me wonder why I'm turning into some sort of deer-boy. I know I'm an exchange student here in Japan. But why a deer? How in this new crazy effed up world did I end up as that? I just cant understand that. Studies have been made already. There's all sorts of facts on the internet. In the beginning, people changed into creatures more or less like their regions, lands or countries where they are from. Centaurs, Pixies, Wraiths, Dijins, werewolves, banshees and wendigos. To name a few. But the second batches of people's transformations are up in the air. Someone or something has made peoples transformations totally random.

"Mika who should have turned into some sort of Youkai is now an elf from western myths. I don't know how I became a Deer-boy. I'm just Jason, a cityboy from Chicago. Now and exchange student in Japan. I can only guess that I became this way because of my Cherokee ancestry. Or not. Magic sure is fucked up. Maybe because our home countries are full of different cultures is why things like...."

"You need to lay off the Conspiracy Forums Jason-kun!" Mika scolded "We are what we are, C'est la vie!" She giggled. "Didn't find crutch, but I found cane for you. You can be like pimp now!"

I gleefully snorted. "I need to stop teaching you bad English, I feel like I've corrupted a polite Japanese girl" Mika smiles again. He smile is infectious. As I look at her, I see there's something in her hands. "What's that, Mika?"

"While you were all serious and stuff I went up to your room and got your uniform. Button shirt can still fit over your shoulders." She hands it to me and I place it on one arm at a time. At least my arms are still human. Even though they're getting fuzzier in places. "I broke in to your exchange-sister's Asuka's room. I steal her winter time school skirt. Nice and long. Not short like mine. You can wear it, instead of pants!"

"Wh..Wha...What!" I react shockingly. "Me in a skirt? I already feel freaky, Now you want me to crossdress?" I instinctively shake my head no. And I am reminded of the added weight on my head. My heavy antlers are there but my neck seems to handle it well.

"Who cares if you're crossdressing Jason Smith? Think of it like Cosplay! Plus school skirt will let your legs be flexible. It's better for you than tight, normal pants. Trust me on this Jason-kun!"

I stare at Mika's orangish-brown eyes, and I know she's serious. Before I even blurted out the word 'okay' Mika was already undressing me. I'm pretty sure I was beet red. I wonder how I look blushing with this thickening fuzz on me? As Mika's soft hands managed to pull off my pajamas, Mika shrieked in joy! "What's wrong Mika?" I was scared.

"Kawaii Desu! Jason-kun, you have cute fuzzy deer tail!" Mika's face was beaming. I did my best to look over my back, and she was right. There it was. my own fuzzy white tail. "So cute! But no time to waste anymore! You, Pull up skirt and let me zip it up!"

It's funny that before I didn't notice it. I wouldn't have known I had a tail. But now that I'm aware of it, I could make it move now. Freaky. I walked over to the skirt onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. I shift my hoofed foot in and then my slippered foot. I can feel my toes hardening on my other limb. I lose my balance a bit as I bend down to pull up Asuka's, my exchange sister's skirt. A quick zip on the side and the dark skirt settled nicely on my male hips.

"Lookin' good there partnah!" Mika says in a cheezy cowboy accent. I looked weird and mismatched as I looked down. I had my boys uniform top and a black skirt instead of pants. I had one long deer like leg, and as I walk out of the house with Mika, my other leg is starting to shift too. It wont be long before it's completely changed.

As we walked down the quiet Japanese neighborhood and on our way to the prefecture High school, I felt like everyone was staring at us. And they were! People watering their lawns. Business men
waiting for the bus. Mother's walking with their baby strollers. Some humans were flabbergasted and others looked away. Freaked out by the sight of us. Other's who were transformed cheered both of us on! I picked up enough Japanese to tell if they were complimenting our bravery or jeering in disgust. A few cel cameras went off too. I chuckle to myself. I kinda want to see that picture of us. A deer-boy in a skirt with an old persons cane walking with a Dark elf school girl. I glance over at Mika. She's got different priorities. She just wants to get me to school. I'm thankful for having her by my side.

Both of us breathed a sigh of relief as we made it to the school gates. But we were both so late. The doors were locked already. As I stared into the campus and back at Mika. She already had her cel by her ear. Her little trinkets dangled and made noises as I heard her speak Japanese with someone.

My other leg still stung and felt funny. All that brisk running and walking made new muscles tingle. I supported myself with the cane. My legs seemed a bit more stable now. My other leg felt thinner too. I lifted my skirt just to see whats up with my legs. My old slipper was gone. Lost in the walk over to school. My foot was no longer one big toe and four little ones. It matched my other foot now. Two dark hooves and two smaller hooves dangling from my thin fuzzy feet. Looks like I'll be walking tip toe for the rest of my life.

I heard a throat clear in the distance. As I looked up. I saw the principal right there next to Mika. Mr. Matsuida the Oni. He changed a long time ago. In the first transformation wave. But despite his changes he never quit his job. Despite his scary exterior, he was the nicest man anyone could know. He gave me all the time I needed while I became...this. Mika was whispering things in Japanese to him. Mr. Matsuida was then walking towards me. I did my best to adjust my uniform nice and straight and I patted down my skirt to remove any wrinkles.

"Misteru Smith. I am soh happy to see you." His big teeth jutting out his mouth didn't help his thick japanese accent. Everything looks weird with him. His pudgy body and red skin looked so out of place under his obviously custom gray business suit. "Mika-chan has worku hard to bring you here." His big nostrils flared as he spoke again. "Mika brought you heer because she concerned about you" I could see a passion growing in his expression. "Exchange program famiry treat you badly yes? Mika-chan and her family wish to take you in. They feelu that your circumstansu is better with them. They wercome you into their family. Miku-chan and her parent's have sign paperworku already. Youru government will give you new passportu and come soon to give you new monster special ID. You stay with Mika's family while thingu get sorted, yes?"

"Jason-kun! You get to come home with my family now! No more being lonely at home!" Mika cheered. "You are nice boy, you weren't scared when I changed and now I'm returning the favor. Even though fate changed you on the outside, like me. We are still honorable beings. We want your stay in Japan to be a happy experience! All of us here are friends forever now!"

Words couldn't say what I felt at this moment. My lips were trembling. I literally felt like a deer in the headlights. But I was truly happy. Somehow I know everything will work out. I know it's cheezy to think this way, like some sappy romance manga, but I no longer felt worried about what would happen to me next. Lemons and lemonade. I guess. "Thank you" I whispered.

"Okay Jason-kun, lets go to homeroom! The class would love to see the new you." Mika said. She grabbed my arm and we walked to our class. Principal Oni is right behind us. I guess I'll have to re-introduce myself to my classmates. Just another step to redo as a foregin exchange student. But I know with Mika by my side, I'll do alright.

Link's Cheer Outfit

When Madame Couture finally finished Link's newest outfit. Link could only grit his teeth in silent anger as She unveiled her creation. A pink cheerleader uniform! Link was expecting something "not-girly" He was okay with light colors. Pink could be manly if worn correctly. But Madame Couture did something crazy unexpected with the Material Link struggled so hard to find in that dangerous
Drabland dungeon. The pink cheerleader outfit clashed with everything he stood for. Link, trying to be the gentleman that he is, forced himself a grateful smile and thanked the master designer. He shoved the outfit in the back of Madame Couture's closet. Hoping to never use it. It was just too wrong for him.

But after weeks of adventuring, discovering more materials and having more awesome outfits made. Link had a growing, nagging feeling about that pink cheerleader uniform. Things were getting tougher. But Link persevered. He had amassed all these cool powerful outfits and each one with a special ability! He was starting to get curious over what kind of effects the pink suit would have. Embarrassment be dammed! If it would mean more rupees and saving the kingdom of Hytopia. But he just wished that Madame Couture made something cooler and not girly.

So really early one morning, while madame Couture was still in bed sleeping. Link sneaked in to the store and sneakily went in to the closet to put on the frilly pink uniform. It looked completely alien to him. It looked so revealing and tiny. A shiver of fear went through him. Or was it simply the coldness of the pre-morning? The sun had yet to rise. Link quietly looked up and spotted a few of her cats hanging around. Only they will know what went on this day.

Link finally took off all his old clothes and stood there buck naked with only the outfit and the mirror before him. He wasn't exactly proud of his pudgy body. But he's still a few months away from another growth spurt. He was still just a kid. Link thought to himself that he better get on with it. The sooner he gets it on, the better. He figured he had enough time to sneak out of town and try the neglected outfit in a few areas in the Drablands that would be simple enough for him to beat. He would test the outfit just once and put it back on the hanger again.

As Link prepared the uniform, pull it off the hanger. A lowly pantie fell to the ground. It was white and plain. Easy enough to wear, Link thought to himself. The pantie was tighter than it looked as he put his legs through them and shimmied them up to his waist. The Elastic squeezed and bit at him as he let go of the panties. A satisfying snap seemed to be heard all throughout the store. And that scared him. A cat raised his head a bit to see the commotion. All it could see was Link's embarrassed face.
Link was glad only the cat saw him naked wearing women's clothes. How would the townsfolk react if they saw him like that?

Link was in awe at his reflection in the mirror. Even his thighs looked bigger with the pantie hanging off his pale hips. He turned around at with the mirror glanced at his back. His bottom looked deliciously girly. As he stared, his lower back and butt looked like someone else's body? Was this the panties doing or has his butt always been this girly to begin with? No wonder why sometimes strangers and townsfolk would confuse him for a girl. He hated that.

Links new panties felt strangely soft on his body. Having been used so long to wearing boxers, it was both naughty and exciting wearing something like that. The longer he stared at his crotch, the stranger it seemed to look. Somehow that frilly white pantie easily hid his junk. Almost like his genitals were being absorbed back into his body. 'Magic is real' Link thought, but you just cant lose your junk like that. He snorted in denial.

Being almost completely naked and the store suddenly seeming more colder than usual, Link could feel his knees starting to tremble and shiver. His toes ached suddenly for warmth. There was a pair of tiny white socks he could wear. Still within sight of the big mirror, he went towards a stool to sit down. Link's little toes wiggled in joy as silky, frilly socks will soon cover them.  As he bent up his legs to put them on, Link realized that he seemed a bit taller now. He did gain a few inches when he stood back up! Link realized that magic was afoot. He was wary, but his curiosity was growing.
'Well, on to the next piece,' Link thought.

The flowing pink cheerleader skirt looked too small for him. As he stroked the soft, fabric, Link discovered a tiny little zipper. He pulled it down a bit and the opening now looked a bit more easier to get into. Link gently laid the pink skirt on the carpeted floor and placed his now dainty socked feet inside them. As this new fabric went up his legs just like the pantie did earlier, Link was surprised at how girly and slender his fingers looked. They seemed to have changed too. Seeing new hands, Link realized how 'boyish' his sausage fingers used to be. He knew they worked fine ever since he started this crazy adventure. But now Link was wondering how these new hands could handle a sword, arrows and various other tools? He saved that thought for later. He'll find out soon enough out on the Drablands.

One thing Link found out is how easily his thumb and index finger pulled up the skirts zipper with ease. His new skirt rested gently on his hips and butt. Slightly above his modest white panties. The problem of tiny width of the skirt was gone. Link's slender tummy didn't bulge out or hang over. It was a dangerously perfect fit. Link stared at the mirror with his newest piece of clothing. He had a flat stomach and a dare he say cute belly button. In the back of his head he wanted to say he felt freaky. Here was a naked boy only wearing a pink skirt! People would call that being a pervert. He wanted to tear off the alien pieces of clothing and go back to being a boy. But his sense of curiosity kept egging him on.

Link shivered again as a cool draft wafted in from somewhere in the shop. It ruffled his skirt a bit. Link saw that and his eyes gleamed. It seemed the little pink skirt just begged to be flipped. It brought back memories of his childhood friend doing the same to girls back in his home village when he was younger. Link stared at the huge mirror and his reflection. He grabbed the sides of his pink skirt and gave himself a little flip. It was innocent enough. His reflection looked deliciously naughty as the skirt got a bit of air and his white panties were seen. Link giggled and smiled. Maybe he was a pervert? Link raised his toes off the floor and did a couple of pirouettes, furthermore spinning his skirt outward. 'Why was I afraid of this?' Link thought to himself. He hadn't had this much fun in a good long time.

As Link giddily kept spinning and posing for the mirror. His blond hair seemed to get in the way of his face. 'Was it always this long?' Link thought to himself. There seemed to be some extra added volume to his head! His hair was quite long now. Blond tresses seemed to tickle the back of his neck. His pointy ears that he was famous for, poked out of his puffy soft yellow hair. His long trademark sideburns dangled cutely as his hair seemed to get longer right before his eyes.

Link looked around what was left on the outfit on its hanger and saw a pink ribbon tied gently on it. Link knew instinctively what that ribbon was for. Link didn't have a brush or a comb, so he used the next best thing to try to fix his dangling, unruly hair. His slender fingers. As Link ran his fingers through his hair, He started gathering most of it up on top of his head. A high pony-tail. High up there, his blond hairs would no longer tickle his smooth slender, shoulders and back. Kill two
birds with one stone he thought. He wrapped the pink fluttery ribbon around his locks of hair, gave it a few passes and made a pretty bow on top. Link smiled once again at his newest accomplishment. He had been feeling strangely cute ever since he started this little adventure. Now more so.

By now there was one more piece of the outfit to go. Link feel see the tiny top practically begging to be worn. As Link pulled up the top through the hanger, two fuzzy pom-poms fell to the floor. 'I guess a cheerleader outfit needs those to be complete.' Link thought to himself. With a hanger in one hand and a cheerleader top in the other, Link never noticed that the wire hanger was specifically contoured for women's clothing in mind. A wire frame gave the pink top its form. Now that it was separated from the metal hanger, the top looked a little droopy. The metal gave it feminine support. Link wondered to himself if there was anything in the store he could use to stuff the top with. It wouldn't look right and it would probably wrinkle up the outfit when he battled. Madame Couture wouldn't like that.

But Link thought he'd better try it on first. It's the reason why he started all of this in the first place. Fear and hesitation were long gone. But Link was now feeling guilty, he shouldn't have sneaked in. That was not something a hero should've done. Whatever spell or magic caused by the pink uniform that he's under, somehow he hopes it not to be permanent. Link hopes that he turns back to normal once he removes the 'cheer outfit.' He realizes that the fabric he recovered from that dungeon is some powerful stuff. Things are left down in the deepest darkest dungeons are there for a reason. This pink fabric is probably one of them. 'Enough thinking!' Link thought to himself. 'I need to get this over with' But that was just an excuse. Link needed that top on him. The magic spell just didn't let him feel complete without it.

Link felt a warmth inside of him like no other sensation before or since. He stared at the mirror. Pink clothes dangling above his head. He closed his eyes as the cloth touched his soft hair. He grabbed the soft pink top and eased his head through the opening. His ears wiggled and ponytail moved a bit as the cloth moved down and rested on his shoulders. The ribbon held itself. His slender arms found their way through the holes on the sides. He was wearing it! Everything. Link opened up his eyes and gave himself the once over. Up and down the mirror, he checked himself out. He failed to notice the other changes to his face. Rosy red cheeks. Long pretty eyelashes. An even daintier nose. Former boyish facial features transformed into a perky, young ladies' face. It was an all new Link. But the new Link had other things on his mind. He was now wearing Madame Couture's Cheer outfit!

Link twirled again! Nothing out of place. It was a perfect fit. A stretchy elastic band nestled on his ribcage. Link shifted his shoulders and found a perfect range of movement in that perfect fabric. 'Madame Couture surely is a genius, even though I'm wearing girl clothes, she always finds a way for all her stuff to fit!' Link thought happily to himself.  'That i except for the chest area.' Link sighed. Something was lacking, he remembered that something needed to fill the void on his chest.

Link looked at his body. He peeked down the top. His own flat male chest wasn't helping maintain the cuteness of his new outfit. Link poked at his chest. He pinched the fabric, and it tented out as he pulled it.'The shape is there,' Link thought. 'My pink cheerleader top needs more definition. Maybe some rolled up cloth laying around?' He had found his first mission! With a glint of determination in his cute eyes, Link took off!

As Link left the mirror and the dressing room to quietly look around for something to fill his fake bosom with. Light was starting to sneak in through the windows. Link realized that he had to go! He tried harder going through Madame Couture's things. Link found a pair of shoes that seemed to fit. They seemed to match his outfit, so he put them on. Link's chest felt warm. He blamed that on his nervousness. Time was running out. But a strange jiggle began on little Link's thinning frame. At first it pulled and tugged gently on Links bare chest. As he carefully searched the store, his nipples got more pointy and protruded out. Soft, new womanly breasts were emerging! Link was unaware of his changes because of his new found focus to look 'complete.' He hurriedly grabbed a few silky sashes and bunched them up in his feminine hands. With no other choice, he pulled the stretchy fabric of his top to place the wound up ball of silk in them.... When Link's eyes bulged out in surprise and his girlish jaw dropped! Link found new cleavage sexily greeting him back. Link gasped in surprise at his new discovery! Two magnificent orbs of femininity were now nestled inside his pink top. Link's reaction was to scream at this final surprising change! What seemed like a big gulp of air was taken in by Link's petite chest. An intense bodily reaction a forming. A young lady, was about to scream.....

"YOUNG MAN!" A shrill angry voice boomed through the shop! It was Madame Couture! She was dressed in an extravagant night gown. Surely one of her crazy designs. "Link! How dare you interlope in my home! And at all crazy times of night! Shame on you boy! My cats came to warn me about an intruder, I didn't expect it to be you!" The chubby old lady's face then grew bigger with a wicked smile. She realized what was going on. "Oh you young lad! I see now why you are here!" Her cackling laugh was heard once again through the whole shop. She only stopped laughing when she started to wheeze.

Link was caught. His feminine face flustered red with guilt. What was just a start of some adventuring turned into something much more serious. Link felt a need to run away. He never runs, but somehow this new body of his wanted to just get away, go hide somewhere and cry. But Link couldn't leave, somehow he was stuck right there. Staring down at Madame Couture. Somehow Link knew that it was her doing. Her cats were circling around him. Some sort of spell.

Madame Couture's eyes lit up behind her dark sunglasses. "You, Link! I was going to forgive you for not wearing my 'Cheer outfit.' I made so many fashionable outfits for you! You eagerly wore them! All except for the one you're wearing right now! Fashion knows no gender! I knew you were a busy boy trying to save Hytopia and Princess Styla, but it pissed me off knowing that you totally ignored my Cheer Outfit! I know you've had a hard time lately with a few battles. Fights and dungeons that could have been solved had you given up your pride as a man and simply worn this pink outfit! How many friends and doppels have been hurt because you didn't use all the tools at hand? You need to learn a lesson, Link!" She hissed.

Madame Coutures' cats spun harder and faster around Link. Madame Couture began to mumble words in a strange language. Link's whole body started to hurt. Link's brain was swirling. Not because of the spinning cats but because new magic was taking space in his brain. A vision was revealed to Link. Madame Couture was in his head. She caused Link's gender to change. She explained that His punishment was his lack of faith in himself to save Hytopia and everyone in it. Tools are there for a reason. Link's pride as a male warrior means nothing if he cant save the kingdom. Madame Couture gave link one more vision as her cats swirled around the gender changed hero. A quest. A quest to gain back his manhood to see what path in life Link wants to take. Go back to a man or stay a woman forever. The prophecy still stands whether you are male or female. Hytopia still needs you! Choose your Destiny boy!

The action swirled down. Headaches and magic and cats all gone. And when link came to, On his new pink uniform was a strange symbol. It wasn't there before he was caught by her. Link wanted to go up and ask her what that symbol meant. But Madame Couture was gone. Not gone in a fit of magic, but back into her bed. She managed to sneak away and go back to sleep. Link could hear her snoring through the walls of the store. Link realized she was powerful witch. He'd best not bother her for a while. Link looked at his new body. There's nothing he can do for the moment. He was alone again.

Link was still stuck as a girl. He picked himself up off the floor. His newly transformed body had a sense of permanence to it. He definitely felt weak and girly. Link meditated there on the store's floor. He sensed that his heart containers were back to three. Months of hard work to gain them, all gone! He had to start all over. Time to hit back all those dungeons he breezed through all those times past. He'd have to grit and bear it and partner up all over again, with strangers and more doppels. Link stood up and dusted himself off. Dirt and fluff flew off his pink uniform. As he dusted off his top, Link could truly feel the heft of his breasts now. They were heavier than they looked. The same feeling happened when he patted himself on the butt. It felt strangely good. But that's something he'll have to deal with another day. Femininity is something new he's just not ready for. But at least Link felt healthy. He was a girl now. But there are worse things he could have been transformed into. There was a jiggle in his step as he picked up his pom-poms. He posed cutely for the mirror. 'I guess this is the new me eh?' Link opened the door and the cool morning air hit him, he quietly walked out the door.

Link's adventures will begin anew.

The Gate Child

This young lad is whisked away to another dimension and eventually finds a new life there.

A Dark Elf On Campus

I liked this one. The anon on 4chan supplied the pic and wanted a story where a Dark Elf changes a guy into a girl to help out his dying clan. I think I got it! Lets hope they like it over there. The latest caption thread has been a little sour lately

Replacement Priestess

Because of some problems, a servant in a monastery is given the opportunity to be a priestess.

Changed Into An Elf Girl

I used to be one of the greatest mercenaries in the Yborean Army. I was known as The Destroyer! I was feared and respected. I towered over my fellow soldiers. With one swing of my blade, I could destroy a platoon of enemy forces. I was a one man cavalry! The people would talk about my battles and how I helped expand the empire that hired me.

But when the orders came to fight a new enemy in an unexplored land. I jumped at the chance to join the Yborean empire's aggressive plans for expansion. I had heard tales and warnings of fellow mercenaries passing through towns on the way to battle. The new enemies have fearsome magics. All their prisoners of war disappear. Nothing is heard about them. They do not negotiate to give up their captured prisoners of war. They are eaten or sacrificed to some dark god. For us to win, we would have to strike first and strike hard. The enemy shows no mercy on the battlefield.

Hearsay and rumors I thought. The enemy will fall under my blade. When we finally clashed, I was on the battlefield I was quickly slaying my enemies. Left and right they died before my blade. It was a tough battle that we were winning. That is until their magical reinforcements came to help them. A group of enemy magicians chanted and moaned. They summoned their fierce magics. Their magical blasts fell like rain. I looked around and saw my allies felled by enemy magic. I ran.  I zigged and zagged, but I could not avoid it. I was struck down by their devious magic....

When I awoke. I found myself in some big room. The bed I lay in seemed huge! I turned my head and looked outside the window. I found myself in some huge mansion in the middle of an even bigger city. No doubt, I was deep inside enemy territory. I could not recognize the mountains and other landmarks outside. But not only that. I felt scared and weak. I've never felt this way before. I wasn't afraid of anything. I looked down on my body. My heart stopped. Gone was my former self. I was replaced by a little elf girl. I was in tiny sleepwear never meant for a man like me. I was shocked by my new body! I felt so tiny and alien. I wanted to scream in anger, but no words escaped my tiny little mouth.

As I looked around the room. There was a man and a bunch of maids. They all had elf-like ears, and features. Just like me.  I felt a strange energy as I locked eyes with the man. Whatever curse that was upon me, he knew something about it. I sensed that this man was my captor and also my new father. My father died years ago in battle. The maids by his side had the same strange power over me but it wasn't as strong as my fathers spell. I stood there and hoped that I could find some way, any way to escape my captors.

For a moment I found myself broken from the spell. I screamed and wailed and ran around the room. All I could do is scratch and slap my captors. But I was quickly subdued. The maids grabbed me and sat me back down on the bed. Whatever strength I had as a man was quickly gone. The maids weren't strong either. But being in this new body, all of my abilities were gone. I once could kill a man with my bare hands. But I had no power to fight against any of them. A little girl has no chance. I looked at my father. I could tell that he lifted the curse just for a second. To show me the futility of escape. A wry, evil smile shone in his face.

Every morning, without fail I jumped out of bed and screamed! I hoped that my nightmare would be over?! But I would wake up in the same petite, girlish body. How could they do this to me? My
muscles! Gone. Replaced by soft, scrawny girl flesh. My rough, calloused giant man hands, now soft pink digits with tiny oval nails. These tiny hands, they've never seen any hard work. My thick, muscular legs that ran through the battlefields unchecked, now replaced by the soft thighs of a little girl. Each day, the maids would come up and feed me and dress me. They would bathe me too. They would not speak of what I used to be and would ignore my pleads to change me back. I hated my weak defenseless body. Later, I would spend time in the mansion and do nothing. I was like a doll. I'm sure that I was a prisoner. But instead of cages and chains, My prison was this home. Surrounded by maids and fancy things. Not only that, I was a prisoner in my own body too.

As the weeks went by, I found myself with a little bit more freedom. No longer confined to my room. I would wander around the mansion and talk to the servants. Some would give me a little candy. I was still treated like a child. Some of the normal maids heard about what I really was but were forbidden to speak about it. But others simply saw me as the master's child. I would sneak in to places and I would get caught. I would test my captors patience. With time I earned more freedoms. I found a library one day, and I asked if they would let me read some of my fathers books. They thought I couldn't read, so they let me take a few. I had a hard time reading the language but I soon picked it up. I guess this new body is useful for other things. I would carry different books to my room and read them. I pretended to the maids that I would just stare at the pictures. And I would play with the books, so they paid me no mind. But reading all of my father's tomes gave me important intel and insight into my enemies territory. Was there something in these books that will give me clues to my freedom?

When my father would come back, and check on me. I would make sure that the books were back in their proper place. I'm sure he still considers me an enemy and I don't think I should be looking at his things. He would come and look at me sometimes. Or he would just stare at me when we eat at the dinner table. He was a cold, indifferent man. I could not see how a man like him could be a father. I seemed to be like a piece of furniture in his mansion. Does he have any plans for me? If any? The servants here gave me more attention than he ever could.

As time went on, I gathered some more information on where I was at. I was in the second biggest city-state. The mansion I was in was quite the affluent neighborhood. But I still couldn't find a way to escape. But I talked to the servants who had spell I felt that time I awoke here. I would throw subtle, innocent questions at them to gauge their answers. Some would answer a bit But others would laugh at me. They told me I was a permanently a little girl. They had control over the spell put on me. If I ever became rowdy or violent They could say a few magic words and cause me great pain. But they never used it. I was an obedient little girl. But also they were confident that I had no chance of escape. I told them they were right. I would giggle and joke with them. I told them that I was a happy little girl now. They would smile and pat my head. But I'll never forget. Deep inside me I'm still a man. I guess I would have to play along with them. I will find some way to become a free man.

Less and less. I would feel the presence of my father the captor. He would be gone for days at a time. I would hear stories of battles and invaders from a far away lands. The battles were getting more fierce. Rumors from the workers at the mansion. Over time I learned how to sense where and when the maids were at. Even the ones that had that partial spell over me. This was a useful trick. It must be some elfish sixth sense. It was harder to sense my father. I figured that my father was gone, off on some battle or tormenting other cursed people like me. I still felt like a prisoner. But there were days where I just let myself be a little girl. I was making more memories again. I had a chance to learn new things that I never would have done in my former life. I actually learned to swim! The maids and other help showed me how. We would take a swim in my father's private pool.  When I was a man, I never bothered to learn that ability. I figured since I would always be on land killing my enemies I would have no reason to swim. But with my new body I took to water just like a fish. I was proud. I like how my swimsuit felt when I wore it too. I guess it cant be all bad, being a girl.

As the months passed by, I really thought there would be no escape. I was becoming complacent. But I shook my head in denial. There must be some way to get out? I was slowly forgetting about who I used to be. The maids would come and dress me some more. I always had plenty of clothes. One of them would spend some time combing my growing hair. Long locks of hair swished and streaked across my dainty, girlish face. The maid would leave it styled different every day. But I liked it when she gave me ponytails. Back when I was a man I shaved my head bald. It scared people. My enemies feared me more that way. I stood there for a second as the maids left the room I don't know why that memory came back to me. It reminded me of who I used to be. I would still get random dreams of the man I used to be. I would day-dream about the adventures and kills I did back when I was the fearsome warrior, 'The Destroyer'

But the worst thing the enemy could have done to me is to leave me like a tiny pre-pubescent little girl. Weird little feelings were coming more often. I guess I get to go through puberty a second time.  My body started showing signs of the budding femininity in me. I take it I've been a prisoner for a few years now. My body is changing. I feel some growing pains that I haven't felt since I was a little boy all those years ago. A memory came back to me. I hated it back then. Once my family knew I was growing up. They sent me away to train me in the life of battle. I never got to grow up like the common folk. My life soon became one of battle and death. I grew up into a warrior. I became a mercenary to the highest bidder.

As I look in the bedroom mirror. I notice my growing breasts. My dainty girlish mound. My soft little butt. I can see the beauty I was going to be each time I see my reflection. I was becoming a woman. I was growing up more and more. The first time I had my period, the maids were more excited than I was. They complimented me on my journey into womanhood. I was scared every month when the bleeding came around. But I soon got used to it. The monthly visit became routine. Just like the other things I did in the mansion. As I notice more new things every day, I realize I am going to turn out into one beautiful girl. The etiquette classes they made me take reinforced the fact that I was a girl in some nobleman's family. I actually started to like how pretty I looked every day. Especially with the dresses they got me....

Wait. Was this their plan all along? To break my will by trapping me in this female form? If I'm a woman now. Then one day I'm going to be betrothed to someone. Some man! Back when I was a man, Noble families wanted me to marry their daughters. My seed for their women. They wanted a strong child to improve their family legacy. I never wanted to marry, but I've given plenty of women in various cities the gift of a child. Now that I'm a growing woman with her own womb. Surely they'll do the same to me? Knowing my creepy father, he would do that. I'm reminded that I'm still a prisoner. I'll just be transferred to another warden. It sent a scary shiver down my spine.

No wonder there have been more visitors to the mansion lately. Why didn't I notice it before? We've been having all these fancy dinners. The maids have been working a lot feeding and entertaining all the guests. Even my father's been home more lately. I've been introduced to all sorts of people. Young and old. I would curtsy to them and they would bow back. It felt creepy as a few of them stared at me. I knew they were here for something else. I simply thought all of these parties were to celebrate my father coming home. But now I realize that these parties are meant for me. My father is courting me, finding a suitor. I remember once when I was a man I was at a party similar to this. I hated wearing proper attire. My former size made it impossible to wear fancy clothes properly. I had to wear clothes like that because I was a bodyguard to some woman who was to be betrothed to some rich bigshot. I was protecting the girl from unwanted men who lusted for the rich mans daughter. Now I was that rich mans daughter. I felt sick.

One day at one of these special parties. I met up with a boy. He was a child of another noble family. His older brother was a potential suitor for me. But I don't remember him. But I did hit it off with the other brother. We would talk about things, or more likely he would talk more about himself. He's learning how to fence and fight. He loves to explore the lands the empire has given to his family. He boasts that he is smarter than his older brother. Stuff a teenager would say to impress a girl like me. I liked the attention he gave me. But something was off about him. Whatever that was, it made me more interested in him.

On another occasion and another party. We met up again. He compliments me on my dress. He wants to know more about me. There was not much I could say anyways. Living the sheltered life of a captured warrior turned little girl, what would I contribute? That I loved swimming? That I love the clothes the maids make me wear? I was still a little shy around him, but to me he seemed so brave. So boyish. I felt something stirring inside me, something different. He was the boy I could have been? Adventurous and brave? I admired him. It was a strange new sensation. Did my girly body finally have a crush on a boy?

As we sat in the courtyard away from the snooty crowds and bustle of the party. We held hands and stared at the night sky. I felt some more of that strangeness. We looked into each others eyes. Totally out of character, I kissed him. I felt like it was the right thing to do. On that night. I gave up on what I used to be. I cant go back to that berzerker I once was. What life do I have to go back to? I've been dead for years. The kingdom who hired me has already replaced me with someone else. Do I really want to go back to a life of killing? Swirling thoughts of pain and hope were muddling my brain. Do I want to accept this new femininity?  But then, the boy who stole my first kiss spoke to me.

"I know what you are. For I am like you too. I am...I was a captured prisoner. We are given a new chance in life. This kiss proved to me my suspicions." The boys face was dead serious. Like if a veil was removed from both our heads. I finally found someone just like me.

"I don't think you'll like what I used to be." I answered shyly. "My former life is something I've now decided not to go back to. I've changed so much I don't know what to do. How can I exist when I have a whole 'nother lifetime inside of me?" I cried. For the first time in my new life. I cried. I always thought of myself as a tough guy. But, crying was like a strange release. It made me feel better. I could only guess that I've just opened up my girl side even more. A hormonal release. I wiped my tears on a handkerchief the boy gave me. I liked how it smelled. Like him.

"I don't care what you used to be," the boy said. "I care about what you are now. You see I was once someone else too. I was captured in battle and turned young again. I used to be a general in a kingdom far east of here. I was sixty years old. But now I am but a nobleman's child. I realize now what was done to me and to you. I learned that this country nobility has some fertility issues. It's reproduction rate is falling. Too many miscarriages. The countries leaders are dying. Its enemies don't know that. In a few years the royalty will have no children to carry on its legacy. This kingdom figured out a devious way to replenish some of its people. They've captured prisoners and re-purposed them for breeding. Trying to make more citizens. But it's a futile effort. The common folk will soon revolt. They are only furthering the seeds of their own destruction!"

"So that's why I was turned into a girl!" I shouted. "I felt so weak in my new body, I thought this was cruel torture! And I guess it was! I used to be a man...and I'm a woman now. And now I'm going to be a prize for some some dull nobleman to mate with?" I couldn't tell, but I'm sure I was completely red in the face, both angry and embarrassed.

"Oh man! I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't think them to be capable of doing that to someone!" The boy replied. "I was captured in a tremendously tough battle many years ago. I was turned into a baby. I would have completely forgotten about who I used to be, until one day when I was four, in a bazaar, a slave servant fell on me and we accidentally kissed. That simple act unlocked all of my memories. You see he was a prisoner too. It seems like us transformed people are unconsciously attracted to each other. It's something our captors didn't factor in when they devised this horrible spell."

My face was completely locked. I don't know how many times I gasped in surprise. I was in rapt attention I was fixated on my companions conversation. Not only did he reveal the world to me, I couldn't help but notice other things about him too. I was infatuated with him. My new boyfriend. His nose, his chin his blonde hair. My girly thoughts were on overdrive. I wanted to see all of him. But I focused back on his story....

"My adopted family never knew I broke their spell. My only guess is that the magic lessons I studied back in my former life, helped me. Being a general, I always had contingency plans. I studied lots of things. But I never was good at magic, but I guess I picked up enough ability to counter their spell. I've kept up the charade. I've learned more magic spells this time and they can never steal my mind anymore. In a few more months your father would have cemented his spell and you would have been completely a girl. All parts of your former life would have been erased. My father did the same spell on me, some sort of coming of age mumbo jumbo he said. But I faked it. I'm pretending to be the second son of the nobleman. I still am. But I've spent this past decade collecting intel and preparing another spell to break the hold they have over us prisoners. A future battle against our enemies. But I need more allies. I have gathered a few. But something about you feels different. Feels right."

"Thank you, I don't know what I can help you with. But I'll try."  But I was certainly more impressed with my new boyfriends resolve. It pales to what little bit of 'studying' I did in the past. This guy has a better plan, something I could never do. It must be because he used to be a general.  My girly heart is falling even deeper in love with him. I feel a strange tickle between my thighs. He brings out new sensations in me! Am I his now?

"Girl, Do I have your trust?" The boy said, "I'm a little scared that I said too much. I don't want my plans ruined. Are you with me? I plan to take down this country. Free our brothers and sisters. Grow and deploy an army from the inside. Maybe build a new country from its ashes?" The boy was standing proud, pumping his fist into the air!

"Yes!" I blurted. I responded like the lovestruck girlfriend that I am. But a thought of feminine doubt entered my mind. I still dreamed of escape. Could the boy help me?  "But cant we just run away? Right now? Surely you've seen the mansion from the outside? Is there a way for me to escape? For both of us to escape? I promise to go anywhere with you! I love you! Lets take our chances and escape these lands. Lets forget about everything and make a new life together?" I was dead serious.

"I've thought that over many times over the years, girl." The boy replied. "But I've weighed the options. This country is too big and we would not have the resources to escape. We could make new lives and live hidden among the people, but in a few years, the wars that are coming would not help us. We have been given the best opportunities. We've already been put in rich peoples hands. We are nobles. We have the ability to take over from the inside. Not now, but in a few years. We can rebel and free ourselves. Revolutions take time. And I would be honored to spend that time with you."

I never knew I could swoon, but I almost fainted. My girlish heart skipped a beat. I know he's just a kid like me. But his words swayed my young teenage heart. He was right too. I'm just a kid. If I escaped I would be caught quickly. All my basic freedoms would be taken away and I really would be a prisoner. "So what do I do now?"

The boy came closer and held my hand. "I will declare my desire to court you once we go back into the party. My father wanted to marry off my older brother, his real son. But I don't think he's ready. He desires a life of war and conquest. He's going to Knight academy in the summer. He's not ready to commit to a wife let alone a young beautiful girl like you. Your father isn't that wealthy. All he has is this mansion. He got lucky that the empire gave you to him. He wants to improve his status amid the elite. Marrying you off has surely been his plan since the beginning. My family can do that. Respond to me at the party, and I will get everything in motion. Can you do this for me love?"

"Yes! I'll do anything to escape! I was never so truthful in this life and my former one. I have a reason to push forward. My new life doesn't have to be full of pain and dreariness. I found someone that accepts me, you. Sooner or later we will find a way to break free. I'll do anything you ask me for. I'll wait patiently for the day I'll walk out these mansion's doors with you by my side."

"That day will come sooner than you think girl." The boy replied. "I know it must be painful for you. but when I come back to visit I'll have a spell to keep you from losing your memories. They may be painful and foreign. But they are still yours. Your father and this country may have changed your body but not your mind. Your father still owns you. He still has your name. That's a part of the spell that's on you. When you have your coming of age ceremony and you are given to me as my wife. He will give you your name. Don't lose hope. The spell will help you like it helped me." My boyfriend looks straight at me, "As a token of my love I'll give you my name. It seems that this nation finds giving people their names to be quite honorable. Miss, you can call me Razel."

"Razel," I said aloud, "Razel. I never knew a name could be so beautiful. I shall treasure it forever."

We both hold hands and make our way to the glass doors of the dancehall. Our plan is in motion. My true life has begun anew.

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