Greedy

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

Cursed Painting

 A security guard is going to have fun with his coworker.

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.

Yakuza Changed

 A Yakuza Guard mulls over how his life changed while trying to protect his Boss. 

Dragon Sitter

 A young adventurer finds a quest spiraling out of control

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.