Gremlin

 I awoke to a nasty spark hitting my face. Everything was coming back to me. I'm a radio operator in a B-25 bomber somewhere over the Aegean sea. We were heading back to base after a mission. The plane was a lot lighter after dropping some bombs. The co-pilot spotted enemy aircraft using the sun to hide themselves. We were attacked by two Messerschmitt fighters. Their machine guns found us an easy target. We took heavy damage. I guess I was knocked out, but now I'm conscious.

The plane is sputtering. I can feel the vibrations as one of the engines is starting to shut down. I look towards the pilot seats. One of them is dead and the other is wheezing badly; not much time for him either. There's the whistling of air flowing through bullet holes and stains of blood around the cockpit. I cant hear anyone from the rear. Am I the only one left? 

As the adrenaline in my body is calming down. I come to the realization that I'm not alright either. I got bullet holes in me too. My arm is shredded. My crotch is bleeding badly from some sort of shrapnel. My face is hot from the electric arc of my now broken radio. There's no one out there to help me. The plane is miraculously flying, but not for long. The enemy pilots must think gravity will take care of it. I painfully cough up some blood. My whole body is in shock. I resign myself to die. 

"Quite a predicament you're in, aren't cha, human?" 

A little voice out of nowhere came through. I painfully craned my head around and saw a little green man with big ears and a mischievous grin. It was pulling some wires and fiddling with a burnt knob. It was my hallucination from the other day. I've heard crazy, unbelievable stories of Gremlins before, and now as I'm dying. I seen one. 

"It's too bad this human flying machine is broken now. I would have loved to study it more. No matter the dimension, You humans sure do love killing each other. But I got to thank you, young man. You saw me the other day and didn't chase after me or shoot me, like others do. I may be a monster, but I'm a scholar too. I love tinkering with gadgets and sometimes in my excitement, stuff breaks." 

I vaguely remember the little green fella. I thought it was in my imagination. Back on base, I had won against a Frenchman soldier in poker, a couple of bottles of Absinthe. Being put on guard duty at night. I would drink happily of the green liquid. The higher ups knew I had some, but they didn't care. Everyone was on edge cause of the War. And as long as I performed my mechanic tasks, did my rounds of patrolling and kept the radios working. I could get away with a lot. 

Over the next few nights, as I chipped away at the bottle. I had seen the Gremlin diving into different tool bags. Looking at wrenches, screwdrivers awls and sockets. Figuring out how ratchets work. It was a curious, excited, little thing. I saw it take apart a carburetor and freak out when it couldn't put it back. Even fully drunk, I could put it back together with ease. I finished what the little imp started and cleaned up after it. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them that a little green man was loose and playing tricks on the base. They'd discharge me for Battle fatigue or send me to the crazy house.

All that thinking and remembering soon caused me more pain. My head felt heavier and I winced and shivered as I lost more bodily functions. 

"You poor human. Let me take that thing off your head." The little gremlin, no bigger than my hand, climbed up my body with its little claws. It hurt me more and I yelped in pain as it used an open wound to get a footing to unlatch my leather helmet from my chin. "Sorry about that, Gov. It's too bad I met a human like you too late. You have a tinkerer's soul like me. And I would've liked to see how you take gadgets apart......"

BOOOOM! The dying, broken, propeller on the wing finally gave out and a terrible explosion rocked the plane. A dead pilot fell forward on the controls. It helped the Bomber twist to its side even more as now it was finally taking its final descent to the bottom of the sea. 

I lurched back on my seat. I was too weak and injured to even try to make it to the escape hatch let alone putting on a parachute. My hallucination jumped off me and soon hung off a dangling wire. He was hanging in a weird angle as I knew the plane was crashing. I couldn't help but painfully sob and cry as broken ribs hurt as I let my flood of emotions out. 

"Goodbye little gremlin. Thank you for keeping me company as I perish. Leave me. I hope you escape somehow. Don't forget about me....." 

"Aww shucks human, don't look at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes!" The gremlin replied. "I cant do this often, as we gremlins also have rules and hierarchy to follow. I guess I can take you away with me, young man. But you must face the consequences. And I must take you to the Goblin King too. we'll need his blessing. I like to tinker with machines. But rarely I am allowed to tinker with human flesh. If you accept these rules, then say..... YES!"

As I mustered all my fear, pain and courage to survive, The plane hit the water at great speed. But upon my dry, dying, quivering lips a meek "yes" did come out. I was a dead man anyways. So why not indulge my hallucination.....

The plane shuddered and metal gave way as the crashing plane skidded off the waters surface. The Sea burst its way into the plane. My fading eyesight and graying tunnel vision soon saw the Gremlin do a funny dance as it's hands started to glow. 

Everything went gray and black around me. I could hear the waters swirling around us, yet we weren't getting wet. The plane was assuredly sinking. Time seemed to slow down. The hissing of the waters could be heard. Plane debris was floating everywhere. A strange magical air pocket was surrounding us. 

The Gremlin soon landed back on me. But he wasn't the size of my hand anymore. He was much bigger. It seemed heavier and at least three feet tall. The Gremlin poked and prodded me. It unbuttoned my jumpsuit where it could, or it ripped and teared cloth when a zipper or button wouldn't budge. Its green hands turned bloody as it fiddled with my wounds and slapped my face just to see my reactions. It was sizing me up. 

I was so weak from my death that I couldn't resist or push away the Gremlin as it started getting more violent and having its way with me. This sort of pain felt different than dying. It's fingers felt like knives, its grip devastating. The Gremlins face smiled with glee as it felt inspired by what he could do as it methodically tinkered with my flesh.

Its hands ripped off what little bit of my manhood I had. I could only stare in silent horror as he flung what was left of my dick towards the edge of the magical bubble we were in. The water soon took it away never to be seen again. As the gremlins hands prodded the vacant area between my legs, it pushed my swollen, injured balls into me. 

My body jerked and convulsed more as the Gremlin pulled out the excess intestines leaking out of me. Its claws snipped and reduced dead tissues in my abdomen. I felt incomplete as I glanced at the piles of bloody flesh that used to be me. I felt even more broken as it sliced and whittled excess bones. Or how it broke my humerus and femur into smaller pieces just to reattach them. It would choose and flick away all the little bones in my hands that he didn't want. My arms and legs felt stumpy. 

I was now almost the Gremlins current size. My torso was still big. But with its unnatural strength, it picked me up and threw me on my stomach onto the planes floor. With my back totally exposed, the gremlin dug its claws into my spine and started removing ribs and vertebrae shrinking me even further. It threw away my collapsed lung and split my remaining lung in two. Permanently giving me weak, shallow breaths.

By now, my body became used to the strange pain. Like if the pulling of old flesh made what little was left in me keenly aware. My old body was gone. But my head felt huge and disproportionate. Like a flower too heavy for its stem. I tried to muster the energy to speak, but the Gremlin on top of me shut me up. Its bloody hands covered my mouth.

"Don't speak Gov. I'm almost done with you. If you talk, you'll dispel the magic and we'll both drown. I've been tinkering with you for hours and we're already at the bottom of the sea. Bear with me, my creation. Soon we will be in my world and you'll never have to deal with your nasty human war ever again."

The Gremlins claws dug into my throat, I let out a stifled gag as he choked me. It's squeezing of my windpipe and trachea ensured that my voice would never be the same. 

In a strange defiance of how the Gremlin had been treating me, It gently cradled my still oversized head as it flipped me over onto my back. He was again on top of me. Despite our now smaller sizes, The Gremlin felt big, imposing, and powerful as he still had complete control over me. 

"Gov, this will be the hardest part to tinker with. I hope to leave your psyche intact as much as possible. I would like that. I don't want a brainless doll. I could use a companion, an assistant. Once this is done, a brand new world will await us....."

*!CRACK!* I felt a tremendous fist hit me, breaking my nose instantly. A second hit dislocated my jaw. An otherworldly grip was putting pressure and cracking my skull. Chunks of bone flew off like flint chips escaping. My face must have caved in. The Gremlin grabbed both my ears and pulled them apart with tremendous might. My eyesight got a red hue as blood fogged up my vision. My eyes struggled to stay open, but the worst feeling was that of my brain being picked away by dangerous, slender clawed, digits. 

I desperately wanted to scream. When will this crazy dream end?  But once again like when I was dying earlier, everything went to black. 

~~~~

"Right this way Gov, we have an audience with our king" The Gremlin said. 

I was startled by his voice. The violent Gremlin that beat the hell out of me was holding my hand and guiding me in some sort of dank, dark palace. How long was I out? Where am I? What am I? I look down at myself......

My skin is blue? I have long blond hair and two gigantic ears poking out. I don't feel anything between my legs and I feel a definite jiggle on my chest under this strange armour I'm wearing. Do I have boobies? I'm trying to remember details about my past life and my memories are jumbled to say it nicely. I was human once. But now..... I think I'm a gremlin too? 

"I'm sorry to spring this on you Gov. I know you have a million questions. But there's things that must be done to ensure yours and mine's safety in this kingdom. I'm doing my best to protect you. Just follow my lead and don't do anything stupid in front of the Goblin King."

We soon make our way to a huge gate. Its being guarded by two Nasty looking orcs holding medieval battle axes. If I was human I would be terrified, but how I am now, I'm not. I'm strangely mellow. I set aside a pending identity crisis. As this new me has bigger issues to take care of. The Gremlin is still holding my dainty little hand as we make our way to a strange looking throne. I cant stop blushing.

Surrounded by more elite, monstrous guards, some nasty looking wolves and ghostly wights. An ominous black shadow solidifies into something vaguely human....

"HAIL THE GOBLIN KING!" The creatures shout in chorus. Their boisterous cheer hurt my ears. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. "KNEEL BEFORE THE GOBLIN KING!" The vassals commanded once again.

Gremlin pulls me down to the ground. It's a position of subservience. It hurt my shoulder as he pulled me closer to the floor. It's a pain I remembered a bit. Of what was done to me. 

"Isn't this a strange specimen!" The Goblin King spoke. I could feel threatening magic in his voice. The King gets closer to me, inspecting me. He seems to read me like a book.

I feel him undressing me with his eyes. It's creepy but I cant do a thing. " I feel a strange aura around the lass." The king grumbled. "What can she contribute to our monster kingdom?"

"She is a fine gremlin, sire!" Gremlin boasted. "I've seen to it. She's blue because I saved her with my magic when she was dying. She has pledged an oath to me and she will be a fine apprentice. Also with your approval, your blessing my Goblin King........Gov will be my bride." 

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!?"

Factly The Mermaid

 Swimming around the vast sea. I finally found the place where I first arrived. 

I feel a faint tingle of the old portal magic that dropped me here. It's been 

twenty years since I've been stuck in this world. Thoughts of revenge have crossed 

my mind many times over. But I'm just too used now to my comfy mermaid body. This 

world relaxes a person. Being exiled really isn't all that bad. The Elders must think 

I'm suffering in my own personal hell. But I've molded this world into a paradise of 

my fitting. And everyone is happy because of my achievements. 

~~~~

I remember when I used to be a human man. I wasn't very handsome. But I had 

my charms. Being born from a Homunculus father I was forced to study magic, and 

I got very good at it. But Magic soon lost its charm. I was more into science and 

technology. The Elders hated my career path and forbid me from learning the 'Heretic 

Arts.' They just wanted an easy replacement. Someone stiff and boring, just like them. 

But as the years went by and I studied the sciences, in secret. As I grew in rank, the 

Elders hated my ideas of openness and reform to accept non-magic interests among the 

populace.

Until one day I was betrayed by them. They were afraid of my power and influence.

And one fateful night, in a magical referendum, I was blasted by the whole council

and their paralysis spell. Surely they spent ages trying to find the right time to

take me out. I found it strange that the Elders had allowed me to take the stand and

discuss my findings on alternate worlds. Places where magic was fundimentally different,

or places where our abilites wouldn't work. But it was all a trap. I was at their mercy. 

I knew they couldn't kill me. Since we all shared an immortality spell. But the Elders 

and their Magicians had other means to try and dispose of me. 

Even though I was frozen stiff, I could still hear the Elders bickering and arguing. 

They eventually all decided to open a portal to the dozens of recently discovered

alternate worlds. Worlds that I had found using my own research, using science and 

magic together. I may not like magic, but I am a fool not to use it. Some of these 

fantastic places dont even have magic at all. They figured that if I get thrown in 

to one of these portals, I'd be stuck there for good. And they would quickly prohibit

my findings and make it taboo. 

I could sense their smugness. Their laughter and cheers as they went through my notes

and chose a tropical water world with less than 1% percent magic. In their eyes, it 

was my perfect prison. Two Elders pulled out their staffs and used their magic to 

expand the small portal originally meant for peeking and studying. Once it got big,

the smell of Ocean, and water started to gush in and flood the discussion chamber. 

Another group levitated my stiff body and moved it towards the irridescent portal. My 

body tingled as I broke the barrier between worlds....

The oceanic pressure crushed my lungs and my muscles compressed as I was suddenly 

deep under water. I could feel the residual magic from the paralysis spell begin to

fade away. It hurt like Hell. I felt like I was dying even though I wasn't. It was

useless to try and pull any magical energy out of the ether since this world didn't 

have any. I didn't want to sink to the bottom of the ocean and simply become a lump

of jiggly flesh. My mind was racing. What can I do? I dont know which way is up and 

if I even had the strength to swim, where would I go? 

But then, it came to me. My body is magic! I'm half homunculus. Even though I'm mostly

human, I was bred by the Elders to be a human magic battery. All my life, I just got 

good at magic and my original use faded away. Now, the only magic in this world is the 

one contained in my flesh. 

Since I knew this alternate world's mostly populated by mermaids, I had no choice but 

to transmogrify into one of them. I mentally pushed the fading magic in my body into

all the homonculus genome in my cells. Instead of collecting magic, they'll now have

a new function of transforming my body. I remembered my anatomy classes. The dissecting

of fish and a few primite mermaids my old world was known for. I willed my flesh to

become that. Anything to help me from drowning. 

My heart and lungs soon acclimated to the deep oceanic pressure. My deep breaths took 

in water, but it no longer hurt. I was panting and breathing as I became more aware of

my surroundings. My eyes were used now to the darkness. It was pitch black, but I was

aware of my own body and the subtle changes the remaining magic in me was working on. 

I certainly felt smaller. The immense watery pressure compressed my muscles, or my body 

cannibalizing itself to my new shrinking form. Probably both. Phosporus and Calcium and

other elements are being leached from all my bones and are being sent somewhere else 

in my body. The muscles in my buttocks are streched and my hips are widened as flesh 

finds new places to anchor itself. My thighs and legs slightly bleed in the water, as 

each micro-cut begins to erupt in shiny protective scales. Whats left of my legs slap

and flop in a unison direction as they fuse into a massive fishy trunk. Thin, gossamer

fins, curl and fan out. They soon gather rigidity as fresh new blood flows in them. 

The mermaids in my old world were ugly nasty things. More like goblins with fins. I

definitely didn't want to become that. There were old stories of Beautiful Sirens of

ancient times, but they went extinct and people regarded them as myth. But my past

observations of this world showed the mermaids of this realm as agile, curious beings. 

I dont think I'm going to be intimidating in a smaller male form. So I had no choice

but to become female. 

I knew time was running out, as I found it more difficult to change my upper body. My

lower half was now completely fish-like. My mind didn't feel exhausted, but surely

the rest of my unnatural body was. I imagined how I would look like as a female. In

the other world, I was celibate. But there was plenty of reference books on the 

womanly form. Softer features, curves and slenderness. A slight pudginess not found

in males. Breasts, hips and hair. What would be pleasing to the male eye. But there's

none in the deep, dark ocean. Only me and my runaway imagination. 

No longer in fear of my demise, and my lateral line not sensing anything around me 

in the ocean's waters. My bodily reserves of magic are almost out.  I have to let

my new body and unkown organs adapt. I meditate and float in place and sleep. Maybe 

my dreams will give a female form....

I awoke in a new place. I didn't know how long I slept for. But the ocean currents

must have dragged my unconsious mermaid body to a new place. Long locks of brown 

hair floated all around me. I used my dainty fingers to gather, slick and smooth

my hair to the back of my head. This place was not a dark abyss, but light did 

filter down to make things more visible. What was definitely visible now was two

healthy looking breasts on my chest. They were sleek, yet protruding. I used my 

hands to grab one of them and despite my comical attempts to pull them off, they

were permanently a part of my body. I touched my face as well. I had a tiny nose

and soft cheeks and pouty lips. But with no mirrors in this world, I couldn't tell

if I was pretty or not... 

I swam around for days, and didn't spot a single soul. The weather was warm and

hardly ever cold. It was a perfect, tropical paradise. I memorized all the areas

I've been to and generally created a map inside my head. I found rising terrain

and eventually came across a few islands. I would lay on the beaches at night and

stare at the sky. Soon I figured out with the stars movement just how big this 

world was. It was quite large, And I'm on a moon on a larger Gas Giant.  No wonder

why I cant find anyone. 

Despite a lonley life between me and the sea. As the months passed. I amassed lots 

of information. There was signs of past mermaid life. Old underwater structures 

and clues to help a genius like me piece together that mermaids here have likely

migrated somewhere else. This world has five seasons. One more than my old world.

Most likely because of being in the shadow of the main planet. There are fast, yet

gentle oceanic currents that can move a mermaid like me across vast distances. 

But I've been stuck in the Southern Hemisphere for a few years now. I've mentally

charted the currents and I know there must be a way to get to the north. I have a

feeling that's where my new sisters and brothers are. In the years I've been here, I

discovered primitive, yet useful science and technology. On the beaches, I found

a plant that can twist to make threads. A coconut that seems to have explosive nitro 

in it. And I've crushed shells to make a red dye. I was quite proud when I wove my first 

bra. I know no-one is around to complain, but I want to be modest, if I ever meet someone. 

And I dont want floppy boobs to be the first thing people remember me by. I also just 

about domesticated some soft, comfy Coral to sleep on. They grow fast and dont seem to 

be bothered by me touching them.

There were some near misses and clues. But one night, it happened. There was a weird,

celestial alignment! I almost missed it. There's another smaller, hidden moon pulling 

on this world. The ocean currents changed slightly, and with past observations, I can 

sense that theres a gap between two large islands on the equator! The Ocean currents 

there are off but there should be a way to get to the northern hemisphere! It should

last at least ten days before it closes.

Without fear or hesitation, I swam my way over there, let the current guide me. My 

years of lonliness and excitement will end here. I'll discover new things and find

my first mer-person. But the swim over was more treacherous than I thought. I traversed

my way steadily avoiding huge undersea boulders and seamounts. I was bounced around by 

rough waters, but eventually I made it through. But I was so tired after that arduous 

swim, Waves were crashing on me as I lay exhausted on some rocky outcroppings...

I was shaken awake. "Hey, You okay girl?" A voice rumbled in my head. "Did you come 

from the Sea Wall?" Still in a daze, I nodded my head. It was a mer-boy! Still trying

to grab my bearings, I quietly floated on the ocean surface. Staring at the young man.

I needed to contain my growing excitement. I wasn't alone anymore!

"Thats madness!" The voice replied. I realized that the kid was talking telepathically.

His voice was rattling inside my noggin. "What's your name?" He asked. 

I got a bit flustered. I haven't heard such an existential question in years. I never

questioned myself once I was dropped into this world. What am I? 

"Factly" Was the only word that escaped my lips and tongue. It just dropped into my 

dazed, exhausted noggin. I love facts and science and technology. Is factly even a real 

word? I've been a mermaid for years now, but I'm reminded of my past life as a human. 

"Please call me Factly, I come from the south."

"No Way! So do southern mermaids use their voices or something?" The boy's words 

rumble excitedly in my head. He swims in circles around me checking me out and 

staring and glancing at my cleavage. "Here in the North, we use Echolocation!"

"Maybe, I dont know kid. I think I'm special." I reply. "Excuse me if im too forward,"

I shyly ask. "But can I hug you? I havent met another soul in years."

"Sure, why not!" The Kid replied in my head. My fin slaps and in a burst of speed,

I grab the boy and give him the deepest biggest hug I could muster. My arms are 

wrapped around his back and his face digs deep into my cleavage. Our fishy tails

flap to keep ourselves floating in the calm ocean water! His upper half is warm

while his lower scaly half is cool to the touch. 

"Please let go of me Factly!" The mer-boy yelps as his thoughts enter me. I awkwardly

let him go. Staring at another person for the first time sent shivers down my spine. 

"I'm sorry, but I dont want to call you kid. What's your name?" 

"Puente's My name, Exploring's my game!" The kid named Puente replied. "So since 

you're new here, I think you might want to meet our Queen, Joya..."

~~~~

"So, my dear. You came from the Southern Sea Wall? You traversed the far oceans of 

the south. Charted the stars and discovered ancient ruins?" The large, fat mermaid

queen stated."And you use your vocal chords to speak! You're quite the intrepid 

adventuress!" Queen Joya excitedly emoted. "I have no reason to believe you're a

fraud. Despite your anotomy being strange, I can tell when someone is a liar or a

charlatan. Yet you hold a mighty secret.."

Since I plan to live on this world for the rest of my life and have a need to make

friends, over a few hours, and late into the evening. I told Joya everything. She 

clung to my every word and was surprised over my tales and adventures. 

"Factly, your life is the stuff of legends. We mer-people are a nomadic denizens. 

We are mostly ignorant and complacent. But we are a good people. Our last 

star-charters died a long time ago. And we lost the ability to travel across the

Equatorial barrier. Your smarts and wisdom are welcome here. Many of us love a 

good adventure. If you're willing to become a leader, with my blessing you can

take as many of my mer-citizens as you need. We need to spice things up in our

boring part of the sea..." Queen Joya's speech was inspiring.

A new, wonderful idea popped into my head. Despite this world being quite primitive

compared to my old, magic filled world. There's still innovation and technology to

be had. Magic could certainly solve our problems. But science can do one better. 

There's resources here on this world that can better the lives of everyone. Myself

included. I gotta take little steps before I can go running. 

"Queen Joya, I've got a plan! I'm going to be gone for a few years, but I promise

you I can permanently open up the Equitorial barrier. The water between the Islands 

where the north and south currents mix are quite rocky and churn up the sea. We need

to smooth them out! I can make strong cloth nets out of fibers that come from an 

island plants to hold coconuts that hold a dangerous, explosive liquid. If I can get 

them to explode underwater, it should break up the rocks and lessen the rough waters 

strength. I also got some soft corals that we can plant along the rocky path to make

it eventually easier to get through. When I finish this, Mer-people will freely 

travel the rest of the world. And we will live a life of adventures untold!"

"Count me in! I go where you go, Factly!" Puente's eager excitement filled the

underwater chamber.

"Well, there's your first volunteer!" Queen Joya replied. "I expect great things

from you, young mer-person." Puente gleamed in excitement. "And knowing your 

determination, Lady Factly..... I know you can get this done."

Queen Sangui

 Frenemies in real life, and frenemies in another world......

Been playing Cuphead lately and the game is kicking my ass. I need to practice some more. So this caption is sorta based on that game but with my gender bender twist.

Greedy

 A greedy reincarnated fugitive finally gets caught by an other worldly entity 

Lady Minos

I stand proud at one of the many Royal Palaces. I'm not a queen, but all this area may as well be mine. I grew up out of poverty and with my wits and feminine wiles became a highly influential courtesan on this island.

But my deepest secret is that I'm not a native of this land. Not even of this land but of this time. I was once a scientist, an engineer from the far flung future. And most jarringly, a man. It's so far into the future that it almost seems magical compared to this primitive civilization. But I'm thankful I'm here. I definitely died or I would have died had I stayed in the future. 

I get a mild headache and my ample chest feels heavy whenever I think about my past life. I need to walk off my constant, heavy thoughts. And let the warm Mediterranean breeze lift my spirits. As I dig my toes into the sand and gain a brisk pace, I remember what led me to my strange new life...

I was one of the main equasionists of the Temporal Atom Diffusion Sequence. A rudimentary form of time manipulation. My formulas granted a deeper understanding of mass displacement. But at the time my superiors never knew it was time travel. 

They just simply knew it as a way to increase mass and explosive yield to conventional weapons of mass destruction. Nuclear was out and TADS were in. A bomb could me made to 'cook' for a few centuries absorbing all sorts of radical energies and increasing its yield over time. And they could be placed at any time and anywhere. 

I being the one who perfected the formula started by others, grew increasingly paranoid over the decades. I was advancing the technology into unheard of heights. Yet I knew my days were numbered. When I run out of my usefulness to my government, they'll find a way to get rid of me. But with all my years of intellect, my brain could be cloned indefinitely. So I needed to disappear from this time. Wars and destruction were the norm. Humanity was conquering worlds in other star sectors. I had no choice but to escape into the past. 

It took a further twenty years for me to perfect my one way time travel formula. By then I was a crazy old coot. I made sure years ago not to advance the terrible technology I had created. I had new  equations locked in my head, only for getting me to escape this cursed timeline. Nobody could get me to spill my secrets, and I left no paper trail for my peers to copy me. Eventually I had created the  Mother of all TADS. Super compact, super deadly, and built for one. Me. The government was happy and excited to see my final experiment. But they didn't know that it was going to explode in an accidental early detonation. It's going to take out a ten mile chunk of the world. Small indeed. 

My purposeful accident was elegantly orchestrated. I had no qualms exploding it. I wasn't afraid. I was an old man ready to die. The military industrial complex that surrounded me was full of drone clones and arrogant big-shots all who could be easily replaced. Only the top military would mourn the death of the mad scientist who's genius helped conquer the star sector.

Click. Boom.

I became re-aware of my life. I knew my body disintegrated, yet I felt alive again. I was suckling greedily at a breast of a woman. I was being carried by said woman. My mother. It was my earliest memory. As a baby, I had no choice but to be that. a baby. I grew up trying to calculate how such a miracle could happen. I guess I did time travel. But to what time? I couldn't tell. As a scientist, I couldn't comprehend how the miracle of rebirth and reverse reincarnation. I dare not say its faith, since I never was religious to begin with. My only guess is something in my DNA.

As the years went by and I grew up to be a fine dame. I had learned many things. One, no one suspects a prostitutes daughter. Yeah, I had no choice but to learn my mothers profession. The island is peaceful, but you still have to eat and gain wealth somehow. Two, Knowledge is power. No matter what the millennium. Only let out little by little, Otherwise you'll be branded a witch. But at least this island is tolerant and it's civilization seems a little meritocratic. I may have started out a mere slut. But I gained connections and pleased my men. And with my knowledge of the future, I have saved lives and earned political prowess. I'm beloved by the people. And this makes me proud. I was once a man that killed millions. But now I'm a woman who serves and protects her people. 

Third. It took me a few years to figure out where I was, and when I was. Learning the language was easy, but I was out of context to say what part of the world I was in. I was a scientist, not a historian. But I remembered that my ancestors were Greek. So that was a clue. I had learned the island was volcanic as there was eruptions and earthquakes. I got my fame as I helped the citizens escape a bad event and was hailed a hero. It came to me. I had studied it years ago in my youth. I was in the times of the Minoan Civilization. But the people here don't call themselves that. They're simply the people.

I began to worry. This island Thera, is one day is going to blow up! But with no further context, I had to give up. It could be one hundred or one thousand years away. I would be long dead by then. All I can do is live my life and make it comfortable for the rest of my life as a woman. All my futuristic knowledge doesn't mean anything in this simple past. I hope I can impart something to help these peoples succeed. Even my basic know how can greatly improve the lives of others on this island....

In my wandering, I left the beach. I made it to my sheep pens. My dogs happily wagged their tails as they saw me. Soon my slave boys saw me. They have been busy cleaning the pens and maintaining my small farm. I enjoy the simple farm life as well as hanging out in the many palaces with the princes I lay in bed with. It is an uneasy truce, as the three princely brothers fight to court and woo me. I have my fun flirting and toying with each of them. Any one of them would be a fine husband to have. But for now I'll be shared by the three. I don't mind. Such is the life I've carved out for me in this ancient past that is now my current existence. 

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.