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"Whew, it was close but I managed to pass the exam," Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He would be making it to third year after all. After the exam, the rest of the school day was a breeze and before he knew it, he was home. To relax he turned on the TV, but as soon as the screen lit up, it became dark again. "Is something wrong with it?" "Not really I just turned it off." "Well that's a reli- whoa!" There was a man. In his house. Wearing a black bathrobe over a suit. He stared at Mark through his sunglasses. "Can I... help you?" "Oh would you? That would be great. Awesome even. Right this was then." As the man raised his arm, a door appeared inside the room. A lone doorframe leading to god knows where. "Think I'll pass actually. Sorry and ehm, can you leave?" The man stood there for a minute, as if frozen in time. Then produced a black walking cane with golden decorations all over it. "I almost had it..." he muttered under his breath, "maybe next time I'll get someone who will

DING DING DING!! The alarm rang, and Jeremy finally woke up from his deep sleep. He couldn’t remember what had happened the night before, only that he had a very strange dream. He was trying out some new clothes, and something very bizarre happened after. Good thing it was just a dream. He yawned, stretching his arms as he rose up to a sitting position. Immediately he could tell something was off. He had a short buzz cut, why were long locks of chocolate brown hair covering his vision?! He brushed them off, and was equally surprised by small and dainty his fingers looked. He got up, running towards the bathroom. That bra… Could it be? It wasn’t a dream? Come to think of it, he could feel an extremely foreign sensation on his chest, almost like it’s bouncing, but he couldn’t dare look down. Reaching the bathroom, he took a deep breath and looked into the mirror. “Oh… my… God…” He said, in complete and utter disbelief. He looked behind him, but couldn’t see any one else in the

James was the most popular guy at college. He was a popular athlete with a ton of friends and a big following. He was popular with the ladies and was always the center of attention. One day he was in the college library when he came across a pair of nerdy glasses. James thought the glasses were ugly and he didn't want to be seen holding them, so he tossed them out the window. A few minutes later James noticed that he was wearing the same pair of nerdy glasses, but he couldn't remember putting them on. James turned on his phone camera and saw that he was wearing the nerdy glasses. James started feeling a strange feeling in his mouth like his teeth were changing. He touched his teeth and found that he was now wearing braces. His body began to change as he realized what was happening. He was slowly turning into a nerdy girl, both physically and mentally. His body became smaller and weaker and his mind became more easily flustered and shy. He was becoming a completely different person as

Vance checked his phone again, it had barely been five minutes since the last time he checked it. But he was so bored! He glanced around at the bustling hair salon he sat in the waiting area of, awaiting the completion of his girlfriend’s appointment. His only solace was that everything seemed to be running on time, since there was no one else in the waiting area. With social media having nothing of particular note, and having stupidly forgotten to bring headphones, he had nothing to do but rifle through the various magazines and periodicals that sat strewn about the small side table next to him until Julia, his aforementioned girlfriend, finished getting her hair done. “Let’s see…” Vance muttered, poking through the pile. “Fashion Monthly, Housekeeping Quarterly, Teen Beauty…” Nothing really caught his eye, and why should it? He wasn’t the target demographic of the magazines anyway, but one magazine was intriguing in its own way, with a bright, shiny logo at the top of the cover

"Whew, it was close but I managed to pass the exam," Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He would be making it to third year after all. After the exam, the rest of the school day was a breeze and before he knew it, he was home. To relax he turned on the TV, but as soon as the screen lit up, it became dark again. "Is something wrong with it?" "Not really I just turned it off." "Well that's a reli- whoa!" There was a man. In his house. Wearing a black bathrobe over a suit. He stared at Mark through his sunglasses. "Can I... help you?" "Oh would you? That would be great. Awesome even. Right this was then." As the man raised his arm, a door appeared inside the room. A lone doorframe leading to god knows where. "Think I'll pass actually. Sorry and ehm, can you leave?" The man stood there for a minute, as if frozen in time. Then produced a black walking cane with golden decorations all over it. "I almost had it..." he muttered under his breath, "maybe next time I'll get someone who will