The Tale of the Tape



Old man Motley had collected cursed and novelty magic items for nearly 70 years, until that night in 1957 when he vanished without a trace, leaving his estate in a legal mess. Only now, with his various relatives dying off, are many of those items coming on the market. When George found the old reel-to-reel tape recorder in the sale, he knew he just had to have it. It looked to be in mint condition, so when he got it home, he decided to try it out.

He plugged it in, and pressed the play button to see what was on the tape. He heard a voice saying: “Looking down, you see you’re a tall redhead with fishnet stockings, a dark green corset supporting your ample breast, glasses, and a pageboy haircut. And, you have this overwhelming urge to go out and get laid.”

George reached for the stop button, and saw his slim manicured hand. He did a double take! Everything that the tape had said was true. He was a tall busty redhead, wanting to get laid. Feeling really strange, George, went and borrowed some clothes, and went out looking for action.

When he got home, he decided to see if he could record his own message, and change himself back into a guy. He plugged in the microphone, rewound the tape, and tried a message describing himself. But, when he tried to play it back, all he heard was: “Looking down, you see you’re a tall redhead …”.

Magician's Trunk



Old Man Motley had been a famous collector of Cursed or otherwise magical items of every description. When he vanished back in the 1960’s, his estate was a mess. Relatives tied up his possessions in probate for almost 50 years. Now many of those items have found their way onto the market.

Jeff was intrigued by the old magicians’ trunk. It had supposedly been part of the apparatus used in a quick exchange trick where the magician and his assistant traded places. He bought it, and brought it home to show his girlfriend Stacy.

On a dare, Stacy tied his hands behind his back and put Jeff in the trunk, locking the lid. Then, she stood on top of the trunk and counted down from ten. Laughing, she opened the trunk to let Jeff out.

Surprise; Jeff looks just like Stacy. Now we know how the first half of the trick worked. I think Stacy and her twin are going to need help.

Only a Matter of Time



When Old Man Motley’s estate was finally probated, 50 years after he disappeared, a number of his cursed magic items made it into various antique dealers stock. Nick bought a vintage 1950’s camera which just so happened to let a photographer swap bodies with his model. Nick has gotten into the habit of borrowing the bodies of several of his models for a few hours, leaving them unconscious in his own body.

Until now, Nick had always been careful not to let one of these girls wake up in his body while he was out using theirs. But there’s always a fist time. Nick had borrowed Jasmine, and gone out for an evening of partying and some wild sex, and was just dragging in to his place the next day; only to discover his own body missing. He must have mis-set the timer on the camera. And, his car is missing from the driveway.

When Jasmine’s cell phone went off, Nick started to panic; it was his number on the call. It turned out that Jasmine in his body had been in an accident and was at the hospital in a coma. They were calling to see if she knew who Nick’s next of kin was.

Old Man Motley's Mirror



Old Man Motley’s collection of Black Magic items was almost legendary when he disappeared in 1957, but people die off and forget, and even the most convoluted of estates eventually get sold off. When Gerald ran across the large antique mirror at Smithson’s antiques, he just knew he had to have it. It reminded him of one he’d seen in his Grandmother’s house back in the 1930’s. Somehow it related to his childhood.

Gerald brought the mirror in and put it on the floor in his sitting room, and then turning the lights down low, sat in a chair opposite it and stared. Something was there, not in his room but in the mirror. Getting on his knees, he crawled across the room and put his hand into the glass – and passed through.

Geraldine put her hands up to steady herself and stepped away from the large mirror leaning against the gold wallpaper. She couldn't remember how she’d gotten here? Had her lover asked her to get him a drink? Getting a whiskey and soda and straightening her necklace, she walked over towards the door. Charles would be in bed waiting for her, and she didn't want to disappoint him.

The Magic Projector


Old man Motley’s collection of cursed magic items had become the stuff of legend back in the day before his disappearance in 1957 put most of those items into storage while his relatives fought over his estate. Now over fifty years have passed and many of these possessions have started to appear on the market. When Jeffery ran across the old 16mm projector in mint condition from Motley’s estate, he snapped it up and took it home to his movie room.

Jeffery had some soft porn movies from the 1970’s when he used to go and see them in the theater. He set up the projector and put on one of those classic reels, and then sat down to watch. The picture was so clear he could swear the models were in the room with him, particularly one beautiful blonde haired beauty. He sat there in a daze as she seemed to reach right out and touch him.

When the movie, finished, Jeffery started to get up and rewind the film when he discovered his clothes had vanished, and he’d turned into that hot blonde starlet of 40 years ago.

Changing teams like that was a small price to pay for ditching 50 years of age and a fat balding body. Jeffery, now going by the name of Jenifer, has gone out looking for her own job in the movies, preferably involving a little action in front of the camera.

Dorothy Can Possess Guys Too


With the Old Motley mansion being renovated, a number of contractors have run across one or more of the ghost which are said to haunt the old place. Gerald and his workman were rewiring the electrical system throughout the whole second floor. When Gerald found a hidden room, he switched on the lights and saw a young woman in silver colored lingerie holding her arms across her chest. “Hay babe who are you?”

“I'm Dorothy,” the girl replied, drifting over towards Gerald without touching the floor. “And I'm so glad you found me. I’m tired of that old ghost Lady Chatterley having all the fun. I can possess a man too you know.” 

With that the shapely ghost flowed up Gerald’s nose and froze him in place. His body started to morph, growing smaller and shapelier. His arms slimmed down, his clothes vanished, his hips widened and rounded in the back, his waist grew sleek and slim, and he grew a nice shapely pair of breast. Lastly, his dick disappeared, and a trim female slit took its place. When the changes were done, Dorothy stood there in her bra and panties with a smile on her face.

“OK Gerald,” she said walking towards the door, “let’s go find your boys and give them a little bonus action with the boss.”

Searching for the Perfect Model



Nick had discovered by accident that the vintage 1950’s camera he’d bought from Old Man Motley’s estate had the power to allow the photographer to swap bodies with his model. He’d first used the camera with his favorite model Gretchen trying to shoot some test photos, and found himself in her body. Gretchen had freaked out when she woke up in his body, but she’d calmed down and they’d been able to reverse the process.

Nick and Gretchen experimented and Nick learned two things, the timer setting on the camera let him control how many hours the model was unconscious and he liked being a beautiful girl.

So now, you frequently find Nick borrowing some hot model’s body for a few hours to have a night on the town. And he’s looking for that perfect girl who he can live with himself making a swap permanent.

Old Man Motleys Telescope



Many of the magical items collected by Old Man Motley back in the 1950’s have recently gotten into the hands of unknowing junk and antique dealers. Ken Clarkson was a retired science teacher and astronomy buff. When he saw old Motley’s telescope, he couldn't resist adding it to his collection.

When he tried to use it, he discovered part of its unique powers. Wherever he looked with it, it showed scenes of sexual activity. Walls did not stop it, nor did anything else in-between. With it, he was able to view the activity in Madame Colette’s house of pleasures, over two miles away. He became fascinated by the amazing antics of an unknown little blonde girl with a rose over her left ear.

That night, he dreamed of his blonde goddess, not of having sex with her, but performing wild sex as her. Imagine his surprise when he awoke, not in his own body, but in the lovely body of Gazelle, the blonde girl of limber spine with the rose over her ear.