Once a Lawyer Always a Lawyer

“You may not think that much of my choice of Rachel here as a new body after driving the magic taxi for 4 months. But she’s pretty, she’s young, and she’s passed the New York Bar exam. Before my stint as a Taxi Driver, I was one of the best Divorce Lawyers on the East coast. I could protect a man’s assets or carve him up like a Thanksgiving Turkey.

Yes, the person who took over my life quit practicing law; he didn't know what I know. But I just live to go into a courtroom and tear people up on the stand. So now, here I've got years of experience and dirty tricks in this sweet innocent package. I know just the things to say to women to gain their confidence, and I’m going to have even more fun sticking it to men who should know better.

I'm going to clean up and have fun doing it. Plus Rachel's memories show that the sex with all these alpha males is pretty good too. So for me: Once a lawyer, always a lawyer.”

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But Can She Act

The sister fates, three sisters who pooled their resources to take dying people and help them achieve new lives and identities by matching them with recently deceased young people, and using the magic typewriter to alter reality and fit them in. Joyce, the hospice worker, had an unusual case that she wanted to try and help.

Ron had been a relatively famous Porn Star back in the day before age, and a couple of heart attacks had forced him into retirement. Ron had something almost no one in porn had – he could actually act. He had the kind of charisma that let him talk his way into anything, and had managed to talk Joyce into going to bat for him. Jeanine did have a Porn Star who had just died, a young woman who had OD’ed on drugs, apparently by accident. Would Ron consider changing sexes to get back in the game? Ron was more than willing. Apparently women in the Porn game made more money than men anyway.

So now Ronnie has made a miraculous recovery and is back on the set. And the producers can’t get enough of the new Ronnie; she’s just as hot as she ever was and now, she’s got some real stage presence; the girl has really learned how to act.

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Animal Lover

“Wow, no dick – that transformation spell that those women typed for me really worked. It’s strange to go from sitting at home in hospice care to the deck of some rich man’s house in Malibu. I know I’m just the house sitter here, but what a bonus. I get to be young and healthy again and enjoy some of the trappings of wealth.

And next week, when I go back to veterinary school, I’ll be all set to finish up and go back to doing what I love most – caring for peoples pets. What’s a little matter of changing sexes for an opportunity like that? Besides, if the signals I’m getting from this body are any indication, sex is going to be a whole lot better than it’s been in years.

See what being a good and caring person can do for you. Of course it does help if some of your patients happen to have a little magic to help you out.”

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For Her Own Good

James was a body hopper with a conscience; he loved the feeling of mounting a hot woman for a few days of passion and sex, but he felt guilty about using other people. His solution was to live in a resort hotel, and keep his possessions down to a week or two at a time. He liked the endless variety and could live with his conscience.

Darla, his latest mount, troubled him. Despite being rich and beautiful, she seemed depressed, and without a will to live. In fact she had thoughts of suicide which baffled him. James worked extra hard to see if he couldn't cheer her up. He set her up with the best lovers on the island, and used all his wiles to let her experience some real passion and joy that week. He even stepped back and let Darla experience the full effect of multiple orgasms, to see if that would bring her out of the doldrums. Sadly, nothing worked.

In the end James made a momentous decision; he would continue to ride Darla indefinitely for her own protection. He’d make her life his own, and see if he couldn't fix her. As he packed her things, now his, and prepared to fly home, James let a smile crack his face. He had a mission in life now, and a hot body he had no qualms about staying in; after all, it was for Darla’s own good.

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Leaving the City

“Walk away from the Taxi. I am so glad to be on the street, out of that fat ass taxi drivers body. Heather here fit my criteria perfectly. She’s young, healthy, has some trust fund income, and doesn't live in this dam city.

I am so tired of New York, tiered of being dumped on, the whole thing. Hell, I never would have been caught by the Magic Taxi if my girlfriend hadn't just broken up with me. I know the stories. I know to stay out of a dirty yellow cab with a fat Italian driver who won’t meet your eyes. I know better, but I wasn't thinking, so I put my rich young male butt in the one place I couldn't buy myself out of.

And I’m sorry for Heather’s boyfriend, but if he wants to live in this city, he’s going to do it without me. Screw the roses, I’m moving to San Francisco.”

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Public Fare

“Well at least I’m not driving that cab anymore. I was all set to take the life of my fare, a rich male real estate mogul, when he pulls over and has a girl get in the cab to give him a blow job, right there in traffic. So the girl finishes, and we pull up to his stop. I look at him and say have a nice day to trip the spell.

Then for some reason he dives back in the cab. I guess he left something on the seat. So to make a long story short, I end up in the girl’s body instead.

Jenifer here is a nice enough girl, she has a number of regular clients and all, but she had this strange fetish of doing sex in public. She gets turned on by people seeing her doing guys in cabs and parks; she even got caught once in the public library between the stacks.

I guess it’s a good thing one of her regulars is a lawyer and she has friends on the police force, though the idea of sex in the back of a cop car with the sirens blaring isn't my idea of a good time.”

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NFFL Star Heather 'The Amazon' Grimes

The National Female Football League which formed after the Great Shift had a number of Ex Pro Football players make second careers for themselves, but none were bigger off the field than Heather ‘The Amazon’ Grimes, formerly Hank Grimes, a 68 year old Ex Tight End of the Baltimore Colts. Hank lucked out and was shifted into the body of a six foot two inch female volleyball player and sometime runway model.

Heather leads the league in catches and poster sales, a combination which has a number of potential sponsors, and her agent thrilled. The big girl just takes it in stride; at her age she figures she’d seen it all, though having guys hit on her is something new. She likes a little role playing in her sex life, so if you’re into chicks with swords and leather armor, Heather might be right for you.

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Costume Gun 'Sniper Edition'

“Arnold Snoggs here, a 58 year old fat bald science teacher who sells magic Items on the side. I've got to tell you about this. One of my suppliers got his hands on the new Costume Gun Mark IV; the sniper version. It lets you target a girl, line of site up to 3000 feet, and zap her at a distance. There’s no deflation and putting on of the skin, the gun transfers your target directly onto your body, clothes and all. Just a few seconds of disorientation, and your done, ready to wine, dine and party.

You can put her back on the street just as easily in reverse mode. No muss, no fuss, and no danger of being caught. I tried it on a girl across the street getting ready to go out, and you can see the result.

I don’t know though, I kind of like the morphing of your body, watching those perky boobs pop out. Besides, it’s kind of like shooting fish in a barrel. Where’s the sport in that. Not that I can afford one of these babies, but you’ve got to admit, for getting a chance to wear some high risk ultra hot target babe, it’s kind of fun.”

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Borrowing Big Sister' s Bod

“Hay sis, you know Dan and I are having a great time filling in for you and Sandy on spring break. Borrowing your big sister’s body for the best party of the year is great. I haven’t tried sex as you yet, but who knows the day is young and your body does react to some of these hunks around here. I’m sure with a little liquid courage, Dan and I will get up the nerve to try it out. Hay, it’s not like it’s our bodies.

Just hold the fort at summer camp, and keep the folks in the dark and we’ll let you have your bodies back when we get home. Of course if you say something about us stealing then, we’ll just have to deny the whole thing and say you’re crazy. We can always keep them longer you know.

Now don’t pout about it, you don’t have the looks to pull that off right now. Pouts on geeky nerd boys just don’t have the same effect as on a pretty girl. The week will be over before you know it, and everything will be back to normal, except of course you’ll know we can do this to you. So behave and we’ll be home soon. Toddles.”

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I Don't Understand Nerds

“I don’t understand you idiots. You build a body swapping device, steal the bodies of two of the hottest girls in school, and then you come home and play ‘World of Warcraft’? Why aren't you out clubbing, teasing some boys, hell having sex as those two?

Nerds, I just don’t understand you.”

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A Nerds Gotta Dream

“I always said if I ever got hold of one of those MAU Morphic Adaption Unit machines that I’ve read about on the internet, I know exactly what I’d do with it. So when I stumbled across the silver chest with the strange markings out near the beach, I knew just what to do. I took it home and pushed the button to set it up in my basement, and then I went looking for Sally Keller.”

Sally had everything, she was hot, popular, had rich absentee parents, and an allowance that gave her more in a week than I made in a year. She also used us brainiacs to do her homework, and then ridiculed us behind our backs. It just so happened that I had a chemistry paper I was doing for her, so getting her to come by my house was a no brainer. I used some either to knock her out, and then hauled her to the machine.

Getting readings of each of our bodies, I turned myself into Sally’s clone, and then I turned her into a dumber copy of myself. I also blotted out Sally’s memory of her prior life. Then, I folded up the machine, put on her clothes, put the machine in her car and went to take over her life. Now I’m the society queen with the big bank account, and Sally is a burned out fat nerd with no idea of what she’s lost. I've told a couple of my old friends so they wouldn't feel sorry for the old me. I've even offered to let them try the MAU; after all, it might still work.”

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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.

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Strange Place to End a Cab Ride

“I think Jane here must have been planning to jump off the bridge. I can’t figure why else to end her Taxi ride here. If she was thinking of suicide, then I guess I did her a good turn stealing her life. I can’t for the life of me see what kind of problems she had. Unmarried, with a nice body, and in good health; she was torn up about losing her mom recently, but she was set for life. I just don’t get it.

Maybe having to drive the Magic taxi will bring some purpose to her life – force her to work at something. As for me, I’ve done my stint, and I’m ready to party. I just have to walk off this dam bridge.

Maybe I can call a cab.”

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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.

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Sarah Should Have Listened

“I don’t see why you people are acting this way, so Grandpa left me all his money? At least I went and visited him. You all were too scared he’d put some kind of spell on you and suck the life out of you or something. He’d never do something like that to family.”

No, actually I had a perfectly good body swap spell I could cast once I’d come in contact with you Sarah dear. I guess my kids were too scared of my magic, and remembered what I could do. It’s a good thing the younger generation doesn't believe in magic, and are all greedy little leaches just like you. So now I have a hot little body to go out and party in, and you are in my coffin six feet under. I guess you should have listened to your folks – But I’m glad you didn’t.

So let’s go sign those papers and let me get on with your life Sarah.

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The Look on Thier Faces

“Did you see the look on Jane and Sarah’s faces in our old bodies when they saw us on the train and figured out we weren’t going to swap back with them? Jane in my body just looked sick, but from the look on your old face, Sarah was ready to kill us both.”

“Yah,” said Sam, “I guess it’s a good thing they’re going to be stuck in Rio de Janeiro for a while.”

“How’s that?”

“Cause I stole both of our old passports.”

“You Bastard, or rather you Bitch,” said Dave, cracking up with laughter. “You are just evil, you know that.”

“That’s not all,” said Sam, “I’m afraid I ran up quite a gamboling debt with Raul, that bookie I found. The boys are going to find some very nasty people after them trying to recover their money.”

“Sam, remind me to never get you pissed off at me.”

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Caught At Last

“Did you really think that I couldn't find you? Jamie, you may have stolen my athletic male body, and my fortune, but the knowledge and skills I had as an assassin were still there, even in your tiny frame.

If you didn't want me to come after you, you should have killed me while you had the chance; you’ll never have another. Now, before we settle this, I have but one thing to say.

Thank you! I never knew how good it feels to be a woman. The passionate sex; the taste and desires, the way men look at me, these things have given my life meaning again. So instead of killing you, I’m going to let you buy your life. Give me the medallion, and I’ll leave, never to return.

You will be the only man to ever have me swear to kill them, and live. Just be glad that I’m such a nice forgiving young woman now, and that I don’t really want to have to clean your blood off of my nails.”

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NFFL Star Brenda 'Barely There' Bethard

The National Female Football League, which formed after the Great Shift put so many ex-football players into hot female bodies, had a number of eccentric players whose habits became news stories, but perhaps none were more so that Brenda “Barely There” Bethard.

Brenda had been just plain Bob Bethard, retired center of the NFL’s Cleveland Browns back in the 60’s. Bob had one quirk from the old days that had sort of made him a household legend in the new league. Bob had been a practicing nudist, and Brenda still carried on his trait from his playing days of playing without any kind of underwear. Brenda wore nothing to play in under her shorts and Jersey, and the Jersey she wore while centering for the San Diego Chargers in the new league were cut short, letting her big firm breast peak out the bottom.

Brenda was a fan favorite, in part because she pulled up her jersey and flashed the stadium whenever the Chargers scored. The league started fining her for it, but fortunately some rich Charger fan established a fund to pay for all of her “flashing tickets”. After all, who wants to stop some harmless little tradition like that. You show em Brenda.

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Journal Entry

John had been scrounging around in the back of his late Grandfather’s shop when he'd run across a small box of blank Journal books and a fancy pen made to resemble an old style writing quill. John had always kept a journal himself to keep track of his writing ideas and plans, as well as a place to vent about his rich snob schoolmates. He was also into TG Captions, and secretly envious of a couple of girls in his class who seemed to have it all – money, beauty, and brains.

That night, when he cracked open the blank Journal for its first entry, he decided to do something really out there. ‘Tasha that stuck up bitch at school snubbed me again today,’ he wrote. ‘How I wish that we could trade places, and she could see how much it hurts to be a poor envious geek, while I basked in her perfect little life.’

Suddenly, John felt faint; his eyesight dimmed, and he felt his ears pop a couple of times. John felt his head drop, and he lost consciousness. When he woke up, he didn't recognize where he was. The room was plush, in pleasant tans and browns. There was a candelabra burning on the nearby table, and he was drooped sideways in the chair with his boobs pushed up against the chair arm.

John did a double-take, those weren't his hands. These hands were small and feminine, with colored manicured nails. His hair was a long brunette mass, flowing down his back and over his big round breast. The only thing he recognized was the Journal and pen that he’d been writing with.

 And someone had written a line below his own entry in the book. It said ‘Wish Granted.’

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Worst Cab Ride Ever

“Dam ‘it I meant to get the man. He was the CEO of one of the biggest Auto companies in Japan. Instead, I swapped with Yuki, an Asian-American escort who specializes in handling Japanese businessmen. I don’t understand it. I never even looked at her. I even felt myself drifting towards Mr. Tanaka, so what happened?

Wait, the old bastard is turning around. He’s smiling at me and pointing towards that pendant he’s wearing. What’s that; An Anti-possession Charm? Now he’s laughing at me and walking away. Dam ‘it he knew. He knew he was in the Magic Taxi. Over three months of waiting for just the right passenger to swap with and the bastard had protection to stop the exchange.

It isn't fair! Instead of a rich CEO, I’m stuck in a petite little Japanese girl’s body. And I don’t even have her purse. How am I going to get back to her place? Man this is the worst cab ride ever.”

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