Zulo-Hitting The Slopes (TG Caption)

 

"Well that was lot more different than I even imagined it would be. Being bigger, I thought these muscles would help me shred down the mountain with ease, but my extra bulk was almost a hindrance when it came to making turns, it was hard controling this much body. But being a man also did let me go faster than I ever had, and fly off the jumps higher than I ever had and I've been skiing all my life. What a trip! Its was so different from my usual experience on the mountain. I'm so happy you let me use that medallion my friend from work loaned me. Swapping bodies and having a ski weekend has been amazing. Thanks again babe, I owe you for this, it was so much fun!" Julie said to me from her large man's body. It was a little strange seeing a big man, but with my wife's brain controlling him. Inside that big lunk was the sweet little woman I married. And inside the little woman I married, was me.

Catching Julie's enthusiasm, I smiled at him, thinking about the fun we had this weekend. At first I'd been hesitant about becoming Julie, but it turned out to be better than I thought. Sure I was smaller and weaker, but I was also lighter, so it felt like I was floating down the mountain, barely touching the snow. Even though I couldn't go as fast or hit the jumps as hard, I felt so graceful in all my moves. It was different for sure but I was still having fun. Not as much fun as Julie was having in my body, but fun none the less.

At the trunk of our car I stripped off the outer shell coat that had protected my fragile new body on the mountain, and put on something a little more comfortable to go into the lodge. Julie warm cable knit saggy beanie now adorned my head, with a little bit of my long auburn hair spilling out. I threw on a Julie favorite, her furry brown vest, thinking to myself, "this should keep me warm and looking super cute in front of everyone in the lodge."

I shook my head, hoping to lose the stray Julie thought that had crept into my head. It wasn't overwhelming, but Julie had held the medallion against us for a minute, saying we would get just enough knowledge to pass as each other. It seemed to work well. I felt natural answering to Julie, and all her basic info seemed to be on call in the back of my head. I knew I was me, but still had the minimum needed to act as her.... but a stray thought or two about feeling cute or wanting to put on more make up had crept thru, which was mildly concerning. But I knew it would be fine, all we had to do was touch the medallion together and we'd be back to who we were supposed to be.

I adjusted the fur vest around my slim shoulder and replied to Julie, my current boyfriend, "I know what you mean Jules, it's been very different from our normal, but being you has had it's perks. Sure it's annoying being shorter, like how I'm like only as tall as our station wagon now. But on the plus side, it's felt nice getting outside of myself and being you. I feel a lot of pride when I catch people checking me out, which is strange, but kinda thrilling. Kinda like how looking at you in my old body is weird, but I've got to admit thinking about you bending me over when we get back to the hotel is pretty thrilling too." I said teasing Julie I was gunna enjoy these last hours before we swapped back tomorrow morning and started our long drive home.

It was mission accomplished as I looked down and saw a bulge popping up, still showing through his ski pants. Wow, I thought how crazy it was that just mentioning sex could get Julie to be rock hard so fast. He must be really enjoying this.

I walked over and tip toed up to touch our lips, the contact getting me just as wet as he was hard. So we hopped in the car and drove back to the hotel, planning on banging until we swapped back in about 12 hours. We parked our car and went into our room. The door was still locked, but when we got inside the room safe we used to keep the medallion in was wipe open. I knew that we had locked it, checking many times before we left.

I walked over to the safe with my heart in my throat, hoping the medallion was safe and sound. It was not.

An empty safe. Nothing else gone from the room, No sign of a break in, but the medallion was gone. Poof.

Seeing the window shut on any possibility of me being male was gone right then and there. I called the front desk to complain about a theft. I was told that they keep an electronic record, and nobody had unlocked our door in the time we were gone. And the security cameras showed noone enterting from the hall way, or the outside window, in the time frame either. With no sign of a break in, there was really nothing they could do to help.

"Sorry ma'am, I wish I could do more to help, but this does seem to be all I can do. You could call the police to make a report?" I shuddered at hearing the receptionist refer to me as ma'am. With out the medallion, thats how I would be addressed from now on. A ma'am, a Mrs, a lady, a woman. Maybe it was all these new hormones, but the panic mixed with the hopelessness of being stuck this way caused a melt down.

I hung up the phone, collapsed on the bed balling my eyes out. Threw my tears, I explain to the new Ken, my husband, what our futures would be. He didn't cry, keeping his new manly composure. He stayed strong and I cried into his chest, enough to make my old shirt wet. I cried out all my fear and frustration at the situation and it finally slowed to a whimper. I did not want to remain as Julie the rest of my life, but I was left with little option to change anything.

Eventually I fell asleep in my husbands lap. And when I woke up, I begrudgingly got ready to go home and start my new life as Julie, loving wife and beautiful woman.

I got in the car but Ken ran back in side. "Hey Julie, I left my phone charger, I'll be back in a minute."

What I didnt't know was Julie went back upstairs and knocked on the room next to ours. A man opened up and Ken gave him the second half of the $200 he owed him and the man gave him the medallion back wrapped up in a paper bag.

The man said, "Thanks bud, hope it was worth it to prank your wife into thinking her necklace got stolen. And here it is, wrapped up as requested. I'm guessing you got the connecting doors between our rooms locked again before she noticed and could think anyone came in that way. I feel bad taking this much money for something so simple. But hey, you must like yanking her chain."

Ken thanked the man and said, "Yep, it was worth every penny. You have no idea how much I appreciate it." He left and walked back to the car, his plan going off without a hitch. He knew he could never take the step back to being the woman in the relationship again. So when he ran into the guy from the room next to his, Ken paid the man to help him out and stage a theft. It went off without a hitch, and now Ken would get to live her life as the strong man she loved to be, his friend from when he was Julie would get her medallion back, and most importantly, me the new Julie, had no reason to suspect Ken had anything to do with it, so there would be no problem staying married. As far as I knew, it had just disappeared. Had I known the truth, I would have been furious, I did not want to be stuck as my wife, stuck as this delicate woman, stuck with these breasts and vagina and curves. I didn't want to be the weak one, the submissive one.

But I was none the wiser, and Ken hopped into the car without me knowing he had the ability to give me my life back in his jacket pocket. But he kept things the way the were for good.

We drove back home, and I mentally prepared for what I in store as the new Julie. I looked out the window at the mountains passing by, curling upwith my legs tucked into my chest and cuddling up in my fluffy vest. It would take a lot of getting used to, but I was now Julie, married woman. And while we were stuck like this, I'd do what it took to keep my loving husband happy and keep the marriage together.

Giving In To Being Monica (TG Caption)

"Oh this is too perfect. I knew if I left his job a little early, I'd find Kyle doing something he wouldn't want me to see while he's in my body. This is better than I expected tho. For someone who's always complaining about getting their body back, he sure does look comfortable as me having a nap in the middle of the afternoon. And in my onesie curled up with my cat? Pretty girly for the person still claiming to be a 'masculine guy' on the inside." Monica thought as she looked down on her husband out cold in her body.

A week ago Monica used the Medallion Of Zulo to swap their bodies, figuring if nothing else, spending a little time as her might get Kyle to stop acting like such an asshole. She swapped themselves at night in bed and told him he only gets his body back when he learns to be a good girl.

Kyle hasn't adapted to his new lot in life very well. He's been very resistant to give into being his wife. He had really been fighting to keep his sense of being a man. But Monica knew better. She had held the medallion against him long enough to get memories to pass as Kyle at his job and with friends and stuff. So she knew it would be the same for him, he had knowledge of being Monica, and with being Monica came some traits, desires, and characteristics that went against Kyle's idea of being his manly self. He was trying to fight it, but Monica knew he was fighting his new brain telling him to be Monica, and do Monica things. The actual Monica got a real kick watching her female husband try to fight his feminine instincts. But now a week in, Monica caught him in a position that he can't exactly deny.

"Ahem!" Monica cleared her throat to wake up Kyle in her body laying on the couch.

Kyle slowly stirred until he woke up and realized that his manly wife had just caught him diving headfirst into girlhood. His head jersey up and he stared at his wife wide eyed. Knowing he was gunna take some shit.

Monica gloated as she stood over her former body. Adressing her husband with the current name that fit, she said, "Well Monica, it looks like your have a pretty easy day. In your fuzzy onesie and napping at 2 in the afternoon? You know someone told me Monica's life as a housewife was easy, but girl, you look like you don't have a care in the world. Snuggled up in some cute pj's, on top of all my sheepskin blankets. Pretty girly for someone who 'would never give in to feminity'. And you're even cuddled with Maggy, you usually hate that cat. What's going on here, Monica?" The previous Monica asked with a grin on her wide male face. She was loving how embarrassed Kyle was getting. She could see him squirm in his onesie. This was priceless.

Kyle was blushing and nervously answered, I don't know, the cat just seems a lot nicer to me while I'm like this."

Kyle stopped there and Monica said, "Aaaand?? What about you snuggled up on the couch in fuzzy, cheetah print pj's on top of my girly, fluffy couch cover? As Kyle," she puffed out her chest, "I would never be caught dead in something like that, laying around on a fluffy cloud having a cat nap. No sir, not this guy."

Kyle's face was on fire from embarrassment. His wife was really rubbing their current genders in his face now. But what was embarrassing him more, was how turned on he was getting by it.

Kyle wanted to explain himself and said, "Monic- I mean Kyle, or whatever, I can't explain it, it's like it's more natural to just give in and do the things you would. I cleaned for a little, but before I knew it, it was noon and I was dressed in this onesie and laying on the couch with Maggy. I didn't realize I was even doing it until you woke me up."

Monica smiled. "Ya know, if you really want to feel like Monica, I have a way. Follow me," she said, leading her husband by the hand to their bed. Kyle's brain was going haywire, but it felt so right to give in and let his husband take charge.

Monica slowly unzipped Kyle's onesie. As she stripped him out of it, the fuzzy fleece skimmed softly over Kyle's smooth skin. As soon as he was undressed, Monica went straight down on him, lapping away at her former vagina with her tongue, her stubble scratching Kyle's thighs. Monica knew what she was doing, and within moment, Kyle was orgasming, screaming "Ugggggg unnnyeah, eat my box Kyle, you lick my pussy so goooooood." Kyle said as he bucked his hips, cumming as a girl for the first time.

Monica raised her head and said, "what was that? Who am I?" She started moving up, but kept Kyle's legs spread.

Kyle was panting but responded, "You're Kyle my big strong husband."

"Oh yeah, and who does that make you?" The old Monica asked, getting more and more aroused.

"Well I'm you're gorgeous wife Monica, pleased to meet you," Kyle said, letting out a tiny giggle. It felt so good to let go and just be Monica.

"You're damn right," the new Kyle said, now fully erect, lifting Monica's legs above her head and slid his new penis into his old vagina.

The new Monica took her old cock deep into her new pussy. Being filled like that was scratching the itch she didn't know she had. Kyle kept thrusting harder and harder, until both came and collapsed in the other's arms.

Kyle got up leaving Monica in the bedroom. He went to the basement and took the medallion he had outside to the garbage bin. Without hesitating, Kyle threw it in, knowing that he'd never give up his new wife.

When he got back inside, he found his beautiful wife Monica, again already in her fuzzy, cheetah onesie, and already sound asleep again. Kyle smiled down on his new wife and slid into bed next to her,, knowing they were each gunna be a lot happier this way.

Doing My Best As The Bride (TG Caption)

 

"Just keep smiling big. Make it look like it's the greatest day of your life. Just be the happy bride that everyone sees you as right now. You can make it thru this. Only a few more hours before the medallion can swap you back. Nobody knows you're really a guy. You're just a beautiful little bride having her dream winter wedding." That was my inner monolog as I stood there with a smile plastered on me face. I had woke up today as a man, but here I was, taking pictures as a bride, moments away from walking down the aisle to elope with a man who should be my brother in-law, he's my wife's brother. And the only 2 people who knew anything was off was me and Brittany, the woman who's body I find myself in.

Brittany and my wife's brother were getting married at this pretty classy hotel. At the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, everyone wound up getting pretty shitfaced. Thanks to the open bar, I got hammered and wound up passing out on the floor of one of the rooms everyone was partying in. Finding myself with a sizable hangover, I started shuffling around, trying to figure out who's room I was in and where my wife was. As I stumbled around a corner, I bumped into Bethany, the woman about to be married. She was holding something metal in her hand that shocked my whole body when it touched my arm.

Stepping back Brittany said in a panic "Shit! Shit shit shit! Oh fuck, this isn't good."

"Hey we just bumped into each other, no big deal," I said trying to calm her down.

"No! You don't get it yet. Here touch this for a little longer. With all my family and friends here, you'll need some of my memories to make it thru my wedding,"she said followed by a big sigh. "I'm gunna have to watch someone else have the wedding I always dreamed of."

"What?? What are you talking about Brittany?" I asked.

She took the object she was holding and pressed it into my hand and held it there for a moment, and I felt the same tingle as before.

As she was doing this, she gave me an explanation for her weirdnesss. The object she was holding was the Medallion Of Zulo. It was something that could be used to change someone's body once every 12 hours. Using the last clothes someone wore, or touching the medallion to someone's body, would change someone into another person. Brittany said she had possesion of it for years and rarley used it. But today she was gunna use an old shirt to drop a couple pounds last minute before her wedding ceremony. She also explained how keeping contact with the medallion for longer during the change would also carry over some memories with the transformation as well.

After holding the medallion against me during her speech she broke contact saying, "There, that should geive you enough 'Brittany knowledge' to get you through today. Enjoy your wedding, Brittany," she said frowing.

Standing there in silence, I thought about how I should tell everyone the bride has lost her mind. But as I was pondering her crazy words, I noticed Brittany was slowly getting taller. I couldnt believe my eyes, but I watched the top of her head rise up higher and higher. It flashed thru my head quickly, "There's no way this crazy bitch is telling the truth here."

But then I noticed it wasn't just her, my point of view was shifting as well. The ground started to rise up on me as I started to lose inch after inch of my height. I stood at a modest 6'0, and Brittany was on the shorter side for a girl, being only 5'1. But my eyes went from being clear above the top of Brittany's head, to now being about level. As she was growing taller, somehow I was shrinking just as much. My eyes now level with Brittany's forehead, I shrank even further, until we were now looking each other in the eye. It was at this moment that Brittany officially became the taller one of the 2 of us. I shrank as Brittany grew. More and more until I was tilting my head up to see her. She just impatiently crossed her arms as if she was bored and wanted to get thru this already. I was freaked out to be shrinking away to nothing. As I closed in on Brittany's 5'1 and she settled in at my former 6'0, I started shrinking everywhere else but height. My waist shrunk. My hands feet, toes, shoulders, everything shrunk a little bit.

Almost everything. My hair got longer for one thing, growing long, silky and straight, reaching the middle of my back. That and only 2 more things grew in size. My newly developing boobs and butt. My hips flared and I could feel my ass swell and get a juicier Until it had a firm jiggle to it. And my tits, while not huge, bloomed under my shirt. I could feel them sagging just a little bit off my chest.

My face shifted around, my nose thinning, lips swelling. I now had Brittany's face. That and pretty much everything else, except for one last thing.

My cock, too confused to react to any of this, shrank away to nothing until it inverted, and a hole grew between my legs. And with that, gaining Brittany's pussy as my own, I had completely become another person, a female. A little femaleeabout to get married.

The real Brittany, now standing there in my body, said, "We should start getting enough of each other's memories now to make it thru this. We can sneak off alone at the end of the night when 12 hours has passed and we can swap back. Enjoy your wedding for me Brittany. We should both go get ready now. Good luck girl."

And with that, she left me. I stood for a moment panicking. But as I thought about what to do, new memories flooded into my head. My mom would be here any minute to get me ready for the ceremony. She would be getting me all dolled up, then onto my weddding. Ok. Some new memories kicking in. Maybe this won't be so bad.

My mom, wait Brittany's mom soon entered the room, and we shortly began my wedding makeover. Standing up with my stunning makeup and white wedding dress, Mom came over and put the finishing touch on me, a beautiful white, fur shawl. It felt so cozy and warm over my exposed shoulders in this November cold.

I looked in the mirror at the entrance of the chappel. There I was, Brittany. A beautiful woman, about to tie the knot. I stood in my white wedding dress and ran a hand over the fluffy fur on my chest. The guy part of my head couldn't believe I was here, dressed all in white, about to become someboy's bride. My family and friends were all waiting in there with my fiance and all of his friends and family. All waiting for me. Not me, Brittany, I thought. I gotta hold on to who I am. Did Brittany transfer over too many memories? Being her is starting to feel more normal than being me.

I could hear the organ start playing 'Here Comes The Bride' and knew that was my que. The doors opened and I walked to the alter. Sitting front row was Brittany in my old body. She was sitting in a suit and was awfully handsy with my wife as they both barely seemed to notice me.

But everyone else there couldn't take their eyes off of me, the stunning bride. I've got to admit I felt very pretty, and being the focus of everyone in such a positive way felt very good. And then I looked up at the man i was about to marry.

Seeing him thru Brittany's eyes, and having her memories, I knew how much I loved this man.

We said our vows and kissed. Everyone cheered and we got to the party part of the wedding. At the reception, I was feeling more and more natural as Brittany. Going around be congratulated by everyone I knew as her, definitely made me feel like I actually was the real Brittany.

It was the end of the night and everything was wrapping up. My new husband took my hand and said its time to go to the room and kissed me again on the lips. As good as that felt, and as perfect as the night had been, my last male thought was still fighting to be saved. "Where's your sister and her husband?" I asked, hoping to change back before consummating this marriage.

"Oh they left pretty quick after the reception started. Honestly they both looked pretty horny all day, they were all over each other. Speaking of which..." he said and stepped forward putting one hand around my back, and one under my knees, easily lifting me up into the air. "I think its time we go make this thing official."

And with that he carried me up to the room and made love to me. Each thrust pushed any male thoughts further and further away, until I knew every part of my body was female. I was 100% the beautiful little Brittany. And i belonged to my new husband now.