Wish Gone Wrong - Ending 5

We eventually decided on trying to find a pre-transition trans woman who was willing to switch with me. We knew it'd be hard because we didn't have a clear target or timeframe, but we figured it'd pay off in the long run - I'd be male again, Amber's and my relationship wouldn't be in any way incestuous, and though we'd get a stranger involved, it wouldn't be at their expense or without their consent.

The question was, of course, how we would find the sort of person we were looking for. I suggested that we try to replicate how James met his trans match. I'd join a support group for LGBT people - I'd fit right in, since I was a lesbian for the time being - and look for a suitable trans woman there. James approved, and no one had any better ideas, so that was our plan. There was no telling how long it'd take, though, so Amber and I agreed that we'd continue living together in Milwaukee in the meantime, and I'd find a support group there. Sure, I'd have to quit Danielle's job, but there was no way I could do it anyway.

The rest of the "family reunion" wasn't exactly a relaxing vacation for Amber and me. I had to teach Danielle how to take care of my old body and impersonate me in my classes while I did my schoolwork remotely. At the same time, Amber was teaching me to take care of my temporary new body - wash my hair, shave my legs, deal with my period when that came along. All the while, we had to pretend that nothing was up whenever Amber's mom was around.

Without the right degree, no one would hire "Brandon" for a job in her old field, so to save money between the three of us, I vacated Danielle's apartment and she started living with Amber and me. Our cover story was that Brandon and Amber broke up but stayed friends and roommates, and Danielle decided she didn't like her job and wanted to spend more time with her sister.

Amber wasn't comfortable being physically intimate with me while I was in Danielle's body, but I couldn't resist the temptation to explore it myself when I had the privacy. Since the old Danielle was never getting the body back, I figured it wasn't cheating to stare at myself naked, fondle my breasts, or play with my new genitals. It took me a while to master masturbation, but considering I was born male, I'm lucky I ever got to experience those sensations! I was even tempted to abandon the plan to get a new body, but my relationship with Amber was much more important to me than jacking - or jilling - off.

Finding an LGBT support group in the area wasn't hard, but it turned out not to be useful either. I attended several times, but I only ever met one trans man there, and no trans women. I figured most of the trans people who needed support went to trans-specific groups, but I was apprehensive about going to one of those because I wasn't trans.

"Or are you?" Danielle said when I told that to her and Amber. "You were born with a male body, and now you have a female body. Sounds like a trans woman to me."

"But this body has always been female," I said, "and it looks it. I'd have to pretend that I already transitioned, and that I did it really early."

"What if you thought of it this way?" Amber said. "You're a man trapped in a female body, and you want to have a male body. Maybe you're a pre-transition trans man."

I thought that was a good point, so I switched to a trans support group and introduced myself to them as Daniel, a trans man who had just realized he was trans. To keep up with the group's conversation, and to pass as someone planning to transition the usual way, I did internet research on what it's like to be trans, and I ended up learning a lot more than I ever thought I'd need to. One thing that stuck out to me was that most trans people believe that almost everyone, even if they're not trans, cares strongly about what gender they are. If a man who was cisgender - that is, not transgender - had to live as a woman, in a female body, then he'd experience gender dysphoria, just like a trans man. The only difference is that cisgender people were born as the gender they're comfortable being, but transgender people weren't.

This stuck out to me because I was a cisgender man who was living as a woman, in a female body, but I didn't feel deeply bothered by it. Sure, it took some getting used to, but I did feel like I was getting used to it, and if body swapping wasn't an option, I'd never put myself through years of surgery and hormone therapy just to be male again. I mean, it's not like it'd let me have biological children with Amber anyway.

What did that mean for my gender, then? Was I one of the few people, occasionally hypothesized in trans circles, who were fine living as any gender? If I stayed in this body long enough, would I get gender dysphoric? If I wasn't getting dysphoric, had I been a trans woman all along? Was it just not true that most people have gender identities as strong as trans people's? Was it something about the magic of the statue, subtly changing people's minds to match their bodies?

I might never know, though, because I didn't spend long in the trans support group before I met Sophie. She was a 21-year-old undergraduate student whose transgender egg had just hatched, as they say. She wanted to start medical transition, but she couldn't because she was financially dependent on her transphobic parents. She was tall, thin, and still completely male in appearance. I thought her body would be a fine one for me - a bit young, maybe, but I couldn't be too picky.

I showed photos from Sophie's social media to Amber, and she said she'd be happy having me in that body. Right after the second meeting when Sophie showed up, then, I pulled her aside to pitch the switch.

"This is going to sound crazy," I told her, "and it is crazy. But I swear it's true. I might have a way to help both of us transition." I told her the parts of the story that were relevant to my offer.

"Look," she said, sighing, "I know you're desperate to transition. Lots of us are. But you can't lose yourself in fantasies like this. These are real problems, and they need real solutions." I wouldn't have believed me if I was her, either.

"Tell you what?" I said. "Just tell me whether, if what I'm saying was true, you'd want to switch with me. If you would, I'll switch us tonight at midnight. You don't have to do anything. Just leave your phone near you. If the switch works, call your own number and talk to me. If it doesn't, you can rub it in my face next meeting."

Sophie shrugged and smiled. "Sure. I'd switch with you."

"Even though it'd be permanent?" I asked. I wanted her to agree to it, but I also wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into.

Sophie looked surprised. Maybe she didn't expect me to think reasonably about the consequences of my "fantasy". "I mean..." she said. "I'd miss some things from my old life. I'd miss my friends. It'd be weird being white. But then again, I wouldn't mind looking less like my parents..." She paused. "Yeah. I'd do it even if it was permanent. Worst-case scenario, I'd find out I wasn't really trans, and I'd have to transition back to male the normal way." She shook her head. "Look at me. I'm taking this as seriously as you."

"You won't regret it," I said. "Cross my heart."

That night, I went into the living room with my phone and, as promised, made the wish on the statue. Sure enough, my senses flickered once again, and suddenly I was lying awake in an unfamiliar bed. I found myself in a young, lanky male body, in a house I didn't recognize. When I found a bathroom and looked in the mirror, Sophie's face gazed back at me from it.

I waited in Sophie's room for the call from her, which came before long. "Holy shit," she said, giggling. "I can't believe it actually worked. Just like that. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart."

"My pleasure," I said.

Then came all of the details that Sophie, Amber, Danielle, and I had to work out. I - now known to the world as "Max", Sophie's old identity - would go "back" to her school in the fall and take over pursuing her undergraduate degree. In the meantime, Sophie started helping me catch up on the material, and I "continued" living with her parents in their house in a Milwaukee suburb. I started commuting into the city almost every day to see Amber, though, and I'd move back in with her and Danielle in the fall. Sophie took my spot as Amber and Danielle's roommate, and she started looking for a part-time job to help pay for a degree that she could actually use. If she wasn't financially ready to move out by the end of the summer, the apartment would get kind of crowded with four of us in there, but we'd manage.

It's been a couple of months since I switched with Sophie. The body of "Max" is nothing special to me - but I felt the same way about my old body, and it was good enough for Amber to reciprocate my crush. At least I'm male again, Amber has no problem being intimate with me again, and, as a bonus, I'll never be colorblind again.

[Image: Danielle's body with a ghostly image of Sophie's female self's face behind it.]

As a side effect of being around Amber, I've been seeing plenty of the new Danielle. She definitely does not regret becoming female, and appropriately enough, she's become like a little sister to Amber as the latter has taught her how to live as a woman. The two of them went clothes shopping together a couple of weeks ago - the new Danielle's first time doing so as a woman - and as mundane as I imagine it'd have been for Amber alone, the new Danielle found it thrilling.

Over the few months since the first switch, I've been helping the new Brandon live my life as if nothing happened. He's been needing less and less help, fortunately, so I don't think we'll always feel like we're keeping up a farce. He's also clearly getting a kick out of his new body, almost as much as the new Danielle - he's experimenting with fashion and working out more than I ever did. True to his word, he's even found a guy who's into him, and they've gone on a few dates recently. "Sure, my dating pool's smaller than when I was a straight girl," he said once, "but the quality really makes up for the quantity. I get to be a hot guy and be with a hot guy at the same time! If only teenage-yaoi-fangirl-me could see me now..." I think it's all a bit gross, considering he's using my old body, but considering what I did with his old body while it was mine, I really can't complain.

My name is Max Huang. I have a brother-in-law named Brandon, a new friend named Danielle, and a loving girlfriend named Amber. With them by my side, I think everything's going to turn out alright.

THE END

Wish Gone Wrong - Ending 4

We eventually decided on switching me into Luke's body and Luke into Danielle's body. It was the only way I could get my manhood back, and my relationship with Amber could stop being incestuous in any way, anytime soon. Even Amber, who was reluctant to drag Luke into our mess against his will, had to admit those benefits. Neither Amber nor James wanted to personally deal with Luke in Danielle's body, so we decided to put off the switch until Danielle was scheduled to go home.

The rest of the "family reunion" wasn't exactly a relaxing vacation for Amber and me. I had to teach Danielle how to take care of my old body and impersonate me in my classes while I did my schoolwork remotely. At the same time, Amber was teaching me to take care of my temporary new body - wash my hair, shave my legs, that kind of thing. (Luckily, Danielle said I wasn't scheduled to have my period before I switched out.) All the while, we had to pretend that nothing was up whenever Amber's mom was around.

At the end of the reunion, I took Danielle's flight home. On the first night when Danielle's body was back in her apartment and Amber was back in ours, we had Amber make the wish on the statue. Sure enough, my senses flickered once again, and suddenly I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. I found myself in a young, muscular male body, in an apartment I didn't recognize. When I found a bathroom and looked in the mirror, Luke's face gazed back at me from it.

As planned, I called Amber and Danielle to confirm that the wish worked. Not long after that, though, I got a call from Luke in Danielle's body, trying to figure out what happened. All I could say to him was, "I'm sorry, but you're not getting your body back." Then I hung up and blocked his number.

There was no way I could do Luke's job for long, and Amber wanted to stay in her graduate program, so we decided that I'd move back in with her, rather than her moving in with me. I put in a two weeks' notice for Luke, bought a bus ticket back to Milwaukee, and made plans to vacate his apartment before I left.

One evening, though, when I had barely finished all of that, I got a knock at Luke's door. I opened it to find someone I had kind of been expecting: Luke in Danielle's body.

[Image: Danielle's body with a ghostly image of Luke's face behind it.]

"Give me back my life, you bitch," he said. He must have thought I was Danielle.

"I can't," I said. To keep things simple for him, I continued, "The spell is irreversible."

"You're lying," he said. He didn't sound too sure.

"I'm not," I said.

"It's been two years, for fuck's sake!" he said, tearing up. "What, was dumping me not enough for you? Why couldn't you just move on?"

"If it makes you feel any better," I said, "I'm not Danielle. She's in a different body. It's complicated. But suffice it to say we didn't do this just to hurt you."

"What?" Luke said. "Why did you do it, then?"

"I don't want to go into it," I said. "It's too late to change anything, anyway."

"Why not?" Luke demanded.

"Goodbye, Danielle," I said, and closed the door. I did pity the new Danielle, but it really was too late. I haven't seen or heard from her since. If she's been stalking Amber or me on social media, she's probably seen photos of us together by now. I wonder if she's jealous. If so, then at least the old Danielle got her wish.

Without the right degree, no one would hire the new Brandon for a job in his old field, so to save money between the three of us, he started living with Amber and me. Our cover story for all of this was that Brandon and Amber broke up but stayed friends and roommates, and Luke was Amber's new boyfriend. We had to convince Amber's close friends that, no, I wasn't the same Luke that dated and tried to cheat on Danielle. Which was true in a sense, of course.

Over the last few months, I've been helping the new Brandon live my life as if nothing happened. He's been needing less and less help, fortunately, so I don't think we'll always feel like we're keeping up a farce. As for me, I'm planning to go back to school to get my old degree back, and I'm searching for a part-time job to help pay for it.

The new Brandon is getting a kick out of his new body. He's experimenting with fashion and working out more than I ever did. True to his word, he's even found a guy who's into him, and they've gone on a few dates recently. "Sure, my dating pool's smaller than when I was a straight girl," he said once, "but the quality really makes up for the quantity. I get to be a hot guy and be with a hot guy at the same time! If only teenage-yaoi-fangirl-me could see me now..." I think it's all a bit gross, considering he's using my old body, but with my new body, I really can't complain.

Luke's body is great, by the way. It's taller, in better shape, and just generally better-looking than my old body - at least in my opinion. Amber says she liked my body the way it was, but she can get used to this one. For my part, I like how manly this body makes me feel, especially when I'm with Amber. I used to be about the same height as her, but now she can rest her head on my shoulder! My penis didn't scale up as much as the rest of me, unfortunately, but Amber doesn't mind.

My name is Luke Foster. I have a brother-in-law named Brandon, and a loving girlfriend named Amber. With them by my side, I think everything's going to turn out alright.

THE END

Wish Gone Wrong - Ending 3

We eventually decided on switching Danielle into Luke's body and Luke into my body. It was the closest we could come to bringing things back to normal for the three of us - Danielle would live a life a lot like her old one, albeit as the opposite sex, and Amber would keep living her own life in her own body. Even Amber, who was reluctant to drag Luke into our mess against his will, had to admit those benefits. The downside was that Amber and I would be related by blood, and she would be viscerally aware of it. She reaffirmed, though, that when she said she'd love me no matter what, she meant it.

Amber and I didn't want to give Luke access to our apartment once he got my body, but we couldn't just leave him homeless, so we convinced Danielle to put off the switch for a few weeks so she could move my body into a new apartment. She chose a cheap, cramped one about an hour's commute from my university. "Luke doesn't deserve any better," she said.

The rest of the "family reunion" wasn't exactly a relaxing vacation for Amber and me. I had to teach Danielle how to take care of my old body and impersonate me in my classes, at least for a few weeks, while I did my schoolwork remotely. At the same time, Amber was teaching me to take care of my new body - wash my hair, shave my legs, deal with my period when that came along. All the while, we had to pretend that nothing was up whenever Amber's mom was around.

There was no way I could do Danielle's job for long, and Amber wanted to stay in her graduate program, so we decided that I'd move back in with her, rather than her moving in with me. I vacated Danielle's apartment and sold all of the stuff that she didn't want to keep as Luke, and Amber and I convinced her to give the money to my body to cushion Luke's transition. Our cover story for all of this was that Brandon and Amber broke up, with Amber keeping the apartment, and Danielle decided she didn't like her job and wanted to spend more time with her sister.

One night, when Amber and I were both back at our apartment and my body was all moved into its new one, we finally made the wish on the statue. A few minutes later, we got a call from Luke's body claiming to be Danielle - just as planned. The new Luke later told us that the new Brandon called him to try and figure out what happened, but he just played dumb and called "Brandon" crazy, then hung up and blocked his number.

[Two side-by-side images. Left: Luke's body with a ghostly image of Danielle's face behind it. Right: Brandon's body with a ghostly image of Luke's face behind it.]

It's been a few months since then. There was no way I could do a job in Danielle's field, so I'm planning to go back to school to get my old degree back, and I'm searching for a part-time job to help pay for it. The new Luke has been calling and messaging us sometimes, and he seems to be getting a kick out of his new body, judging by the shirtless Snapchats with captions like "Can you believe Luke's abs are all mine now?" He's even found a guy who's into him, and they've gone on a few dates recently.

Amber promised to always love me, and though she couldn't promise to be physically intimate with me, she's been trying her hardest to become comfortable with it. She's told me about how she's trying to shift her frame of mind, see my body from a new perspective. "You're my girlfriend," she says to me. "Not my sister, my girlfriend. I tell myself that every night, when I look at you falling asleep next to me." We cuddle a lot. We hold hands sometimes, thought not as much as we used to. We even kissed a couple of weeks ago, and afterward, she told me she enjoyed it. She did close her eyes for it, but then again, so did I. I suppose it's just a normal kissing thing.

Amber may not be helping me explore my new body, but that doesn't mean I can't do it on my own when I have the privacy. Since this body is permanently mine and not the old Danielle's, I figure it's not cheating to stare at myself naked, fondle my breasts, or play with my new genitals. It took me a while to master masturbation, but considering I was born male, I'm lucky I ever got to experience these sensations!

There are other downsides to Amber's and my new relationship situation, of course. We have to hide our love from just about everyone we know, or disguise it as sisterly love. We can never get legally married. The two of us look different enough that it's not obvious to strangers whether we're sisters, but it's still a bit risky to hold hands in public, because of possible harassment from homophobes if nothing else. Amber is always happy to reassure me that it's worth it, though, and I'm happy to do the same.

[Image: Danielle's body.]

My name is Danielle Harrison. I have a brother-in-law named Luke, and a loving girlfriend named Amber. With them by my side (metaphorically, in Luke's case), I think everything's going to turn out alright.

THE END

Wish Gone Wrong - Ending 2

We eventually decided on switching me into Amber's body and Amber into Danielle's body. It was the only way I could stop looking like Danielle without getting anyone else involved. We had Danielle make the wish on the statue, and sure enough, my senses flickered once again. When they came back, I saw Danielle's body sitting across from me, and Amber's perfect figure greeted me when I looked down.

[Two side-by-side images. Left: Amber's body with a ghostly image of Brandon's face behind it. Right: Danielle's body with a ghostly image of Amber's face behind it.]

The rest of the "family reunion" wasn't exactly a relaxing vacation for Amber and me. I had to teach Danielle how to take care of my old body and impersonate me in my classes while I did my schoolwork remotely. At the same time, Amber was teaching me to take care of my new body - wash my hair, shave my legs, deal with my period when that came along. That part was kind of fun, though, because I got to spend a lot of time looking at Amber's beautiful body, which I still had trouble thinking of as my own. All the while, we had to pretend that nothing was up whenever Amber's mom was around.

There was no way Amber could do Danielle's job, and without the right degree, no one would hire "Brandon" for it. To save money between the three of us, Amber vacated Danielle's apartment, and Danielle moved in with Amber and me. Our cover story was that Brandon and Amber broke up but stayed friends and roommates, and Danielle decided she didn't like her job and wanted to spend more time with her sister.

Over the last few months, the three of us have been working together to help me live Amber's life, and the new Brandon live mine, as if nothing happened. We've both been needing less and less help, fortunately, so I don't think we'll always feel like we're keeping up a farce. The new Danielle is planning to go back to school to get her old degree back, and she's searching for a part-time job to help pay for it.

The new Brandon is getting a kick out of his new body. He's experimenting with fashion and working out more than I ever did. True to his word, he's even found a guy who's into him, and they've gone on a few dates recently. "Sure, my dating pool's smaller than when I was a straight girl," he said once, "but the quality really makes up for the quantity. I get to be a hot guy and be with a hot guy at the same time! If only teenage-yaoi-fangirl-me could see me now..." I think it's all a bit gross, considering he's using my old body, but I think I'd be a hypocrite if I spoke up about it. After all, I'm having at least as much fun as him by dating his old body using the body of his sister!

Amber in Danielle's body is as sweet and charming as ever, if a bit less captivating to the eye. That's no problem, though, since I have her old looks right here with me! I love getting dressed up to go out on dates with her - I get to try stuff with her clothes and hair that she never did back when this body was hers. She's still a bit weirded out at being in a relationship with her own body, but she's been having decent success changing her frame of mind and getting used to it. We've even tried sex in our new bodies a couple of times, and fuck, does she know how to get this body off! I'm having to re-learn some of how to pleasure her, though, on account of not having a penis anymore.

There are other downsides to our new relationship situation, of course. We have to hide our love from just about everyone we know, or disguise it as sisterly love. We can never get legally married. The two of us look different enough that it's not obvious to strangers whether we're sisters, but it's still a bit risky to hold hands or kiss in public, because of possible harassment from homophobes if nothing else. The new Danielle is always happy to reassure me that it's worth it, though, and I'm happy to do the same.

[Image: Amber's body.]

My name is Amber Harrison. I have a brother-in-law named Brandon, and a loving girlfriend named Danielle. With them by my side, I think everything's going to turn out alright.

THE END

Wish Gone Wrong - Ending 1

We eventually decided on switching Amber into my body and Danielle into Amber's body. It was the only way Amber and I could openly be a couple without getting anyone else involved. We had Danielle make the wish on the statue, and sure enough, my body started claiming to be Amber, and Amber's body introduced herself to me as Danielle.

[Two side-by-side images. Left: Brandon's body with a ghostly image of Amber's face behind it. Right: Amber's body with a ghostly image of Danielle's face behind it.]

The rest of the "family reunion" wasn't exactly a relaxing vacation for Danielle and me. I had to teach Amber how to take care of my old body and impersonate me in my classes while I did my schoolwork remotely. At the same time, Danielle was teaching me to take care of my new body - wash my hair, shave my legs, deal with my period when that came along. All the while, we had to pretend that nothing was up whenever Amber's mom was around.

There was no way I could do Danielle's job, and without the right degree, no one would hire "Amber" for it. To save money between the three of us, I vacated Danielle's apartment and she moved in with Amber and me. Our cover story was that Brandon and Amber broke up but stayed friends and roommates, and Danielle decided she didn't like her job and wanted to spend more time with her sister.

Over the last few months, the three of us have been working together to help the new Brandon live my life, and the new Amber live hers, as if nothing happened. They've been needing less and less help, fortunately, so I don't think we'll always feel like we're keeping up a farce. As for me, I'm planning to go back to school to get my old degree back, and I'm searching for a part-time job to help pay for it.

The new Amber seems to be having fun with her new body. She's paying plenty of attention to her appearance, experimenting with her clothes and hair. Though my heart belongs to another, I can't deny I'm still attracted to her body, and damn, does she make it look good. "I don't mean to make you jealous, sis," she told me once. "It's just that I'm the pretty one now, and I have to take advantage of it."

The new Brandon promised to always love me, and though he couldn't promise to be physically intimate with me, he's been trying his hardest to become comfortable with it. He's told me about how he's trying to shift his frame of mind, see my body from a new perspective. "You're my girlfriend," he says to me. "I'm Brandon Schmidt, and you, Danielle Harrison, are my girlfriend. I tell myself that every night, when I look at you falling asleep next to me." We cuddle a lot. We hold hands, just like we used to. We started kissing again about a month ago. We even made out last week, and afterward, he told me he enjoyed it.

Though it still feels strange to admit, I enjoyed it too - the new Brandon is a serious cutie. Part of it is the old Amber's personality and mannerisms, but he's also been taking better care of my old body's looks than I ever did. In fact, he might be getting into it more than the new Amber! I don't think I was ever into guys back when I was a guy, and even now, it doesn't feel right to describe myself as "into guys" in general. What I'm feeling might be some kind of unexplored fetish for being the woman in a straight relationship - or it might just be that the new Brandon is very feminine as men go, and that's close enough to being a woman for me.

The new Brandon may not be helping me much to explore my new body, but that doesn't mean I can't do it on my own when I have the privacy. Since this body is permanently mine and not the old Danielle's, I figure it's not cheating to stare at myself naked, fondle my breasts, or play with my new genitals. It took me a while to master masturbation, but considering I was born male, I'm lucky I ever got to experience these sensations! One of my favorite fantasies is a threesome between me, the new Brandon, and the new Amber - but don't you dare tell either of them I said that.

[Image: Danielle's body.]

My name is Danielle Harrison. I have a sister-in-law named Amber, and a loving boyfriend named Brandon. With them by my side, I think everything's going to turn out alright.

THE END