The Curse of Misogyny

Marissa always hated when he husband went out drinking after work, and she hated it even more when he didn’t come home until the AM hours. She had intended to give him a lecture about it the next morning, but once he came downstairs, she realized she had a lot of different questions to ask him.

For starters, she usually would have to look up when lecturing him, but now they were eye-to-eye. He had somehow lost a significant amount of height. Then there was the outline of breasts clearly now on his chest. And, if she was not mistaken, his body was even developing distinctive feminine curves as well.

Instead of a lecture, the only thing Marissa could ask was, “What the hell happened to you?”

Her husband sighed. He knew he had to confess. “There was this witch. She cursed us all. And any time we are inappropriate or misogynistic with women, we become more and more feminine, slowly transforming into women. Dimitri had completely transformed by the end of the night.” He left out the part where he was the one who hit on the witch that caused them all too get cursed.

Marissa, of course, knew her husband well enough. She knew what he was like. Given the nature of the curse, she was actually surprised he wasn’t further along. Instead of being mad, she just looked at him and said, “I’m sure you will be caught up to Dimitri by the end of the day.”

Digital Love

Kaya was a leading young mind in the field of robotics. No one doubted she was a genius, and she saw being called a “dork” or a “nerd” with a sense of pride. While many of her friends had boyfriends in high school or college, Kaya didn’t date for the first time until she was 25. He was a boy from the states named Neal. Things went well for a time -- until he cheated on her. Kaya didn’t get visibly upset when finding out; she didn’t even tell him she knew. Instead, she invited Neal to her lab to “show him something.”

Removing every last thought from his head and placing them inside a robot body was probably punishment enough, but Kaya didn’t stop there. The robot body was certainly feminine -- at least as feminine as a robot body could be -- and she could program it to change him in any way she wanted. She boosted up his love for her and his feminine side. It felt like she created the perfect mate. And for a while, their relationship certainly felt like that. If only the story ended there.

But inside Neal’s new robotic brain, there were things happening. The AI that Kaya had created for the robots in the first place were enhancing his own thoughts; he was quickly becoming as smart as Kaya, if not smarter. His boosted feminine urges weren’t satisfied by his robotic body. He wanted to be a real woman, and he could only think of one woman he loved enough to become.

It wasn’t hard to get Kaya alone. Neal was often alone with her; they went everywhere together. He just needed a late night at the lab. He knew the equipment as well as she did these days. He could remove her thoughts in the same way she had removed his, and that’s just what he did -- essentially storing Kaya’s mind on a hard drive. Then he did the same process to download himself into her body. Now in Kaya’s body, he watched his former robot form power down. He then took out the hard drive with Kaya’s mind and gave it a kiss. He’d always keep the drive close to him. After all, he loved Kaya so much that he wouldn’t want harm to come to her, yet he couldn’t risk placing her in a robot body as she had done with him. And he could love her even better now that he was in her body too!

The Painting

Ethan stared at the face in the abstract painting, and he couldn’t help but notice that it looked remarkably similar to his current face -- the woman he had somehow transformed into. Yet he also remembered the last time he came to this museum; it had been different; it had been male.

However, searching through brochures at the museum, the face in the painting had always looked as it currently has. In most normal situations, he’d assume his memory was simply wrong, but this was not a normal situation. Transforming into a woman had been too strange, too memorable, and too magical for this memory to be misaligned. Much like the painting, everyone had thought he always had been a woman after the transformation. It had to be related somehow. But how? Nothing was revealed by merely observing the painting, and his research turned up nothing as well. But it had to have answers; there had to be some way to reveal its secrets. And maybe, just maybe, he’d also find a way to get back to normal.

Dumber

Ever since he swapped bodies with Misty, Dexter knew he was getting dumber. It had been two days since the swap, and the chalkboard that was once filled with equations that allowed his body swapping device to function was now showing a single, simple equation. As Dexter wrote an answer, he was not sure what was more frustrating: the fact that he got it wrong or the fact that he knew he got it wrong and just couldn’t seem to do anything about it.

He was also still smart enough to know that the only hope of swapping back was if Misty (in his body) was becoming just as smart as he was becoming dumb. So far, he wasn’t so sure. Of course, he also was quickly realizing he was no longer in a place to be able to judge her abilities. But even if she did become smart enough, did he really WANT to go back to his former body? He’d be giving up things like flirting with boys and cute clothes and watching Kardashian marathons on the television!

Dexter caught himself. He knew the longer he spent in Misty’s body, the more he’d think thoughts like that, and the more he’d want to not swap back. He just hoped Misty would figure out how to use the device before he would simply refuse to use it with her...

How I Do It

Every once and a while someone will ask me how I do it. How do I update www.greatshiftcaptions.com every day? How do I update my DeviartArt page every day? And how I update the archive site every day?

Simply put: I don’t have a choice. When I skip a day, I have found that I transform back into a man. I much prefer being a woman; I much prefer staying as a woman. I’m not sure how it happens; I’m not sure why it happens. But I very much enjoy that it does happen.

Maybe there is something magic in these sites that make it work. I don’t know if it affects the readers in the same way it affects me as the creator. I certainly hope so!

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