Hey guys. I’ve got a few ideas and I’d like to post them here, but I’m no fan of wasted time. Do me a favor and tell me what you think in the comments.
Also, I’ve got a plea for my female readers: Please, Please PLEASE, let me know if I overstepped or got it wrong. I’m a guy, through and through. I have no right to claim that any of the ideas or the sensations in this story are true or or even close to the mark. I’m just assuming, and everyone knows where that will get me. So do me a favor. If you’re reading this and you have a problem, or maybe if you just want to help me out, then leave a message or PM me. I’d love to get your take on how this would work. I’m curious as to how you feel about something like this, and its not like I can just go around asking, right?
But overall, please just read and enjoy. I’ll make sure to check out your comments, and I’ll even try posting a few other things if you guys like this bit. I’ve got more than a few ideas, and I love this site for the freedom of it. I’ve been constantly disappointed by the number of stories that are discontinued. It’s a shame that so much talent and so many great stories and ideas go waste in the archives here… If anyone would like, I can include a few old titles I really enjoyed back in the day with my stories. But hey, that’s not why you’re here.
Be careful out there, guys. The Strangeling had some fucked up ideas.


“So, what is it? Would you want to be a chick?” I chuckled. My friend Mitch was sitting next to me, well into his third drink and giggling. Mitch had a tendency to do that, but he was a good guy. And despite the giggles, he wasn’t actually wasted.
“I don’t know man. According to them, guys got the better half when it comes to sex. Other than having a little fun, I don’t think I’d like being a woman forever.”
“Dude, Jake… Okay. What about for like a day? Would you do it?”
“Fuck yeah man. People always thought I was weird but the fact is that I’m curious. What’s it like being a woman, you know? I’m curious.”
“You’re curious about everything. You once told me you’d like to spend a day in a wheelchair.”
“Whatever man. You should get this by now.”
“Yep… Detective Jake Moore, ladies and gentlemen!” The other people in the little bar laughed openly and whistled. After the incident I’d made at my twenty first birthday, everyone in our watering hole who’d been here more than once knew my name.The bartender went to pour me another and I stopped him with my hand. He shrugged and poured one out for Mitch.
“Okay, but totally serious. You wouldn’t have a problem being a chick for a while?”
“No, if you’re so worried, I would be interested if there was a cheap, short term way to become a woman. Don’t know why you’re freaking out over this though…”
“Jake, you’re too nice man. Call them chicks, señoritas, hotties, sluts…”
“Whoa, man, chill!” I glared at him. “I’m not going to be an ass just because you want me to. They’re women, girls, females… Whatever. Just because I don’t like being an ass doesn’t mean you’ve gotta get all pissed off. I think you’ve had too much to drink, Mitch.”
“Nah, man, I’m good. You know me, I’m barely even tipsy.” I grumbled, but it was true. The two of us could hold our liquor pretty well. The only thing I felt was a warmth in my chest and a bit of buzz. Mitch was even better than I was, most probably. He kicked back his drink and turned over the glass onto his napkin, his signal to bartenders in general that he was done for a while.
“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom. Don’t bail on me just ‘cause you got butt hurt, okay? I’ve got something to show you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I muttered. A glass of water clinked down on the bar in front of me and I gave the bartender a grin. “Tony, you’re the best. What would I do without you?”
“You need to see the video again?” Tony smirked, but there was no laughter in his eyes. I looked down at the bar. Tony was probably the only person who was still upset about what had happened on my birthday party. He had every right to be. I was halfway through my water when Michelle came back and sat down at beside me. She was dressed in a pair of leggings and a skirt, with a dark blue top that made her eyes look like ice and somehow made her tan skin look pale by comparison. It was a strange contradiction, but guys will understand what I mean. Its something girls do that just makes you think ‘damn she looks sexy as all hell’ and at the same time ‘fuck, I think I’m in love with her’.
“You sure took a while.” She looked over at me, staring.
“Well… A girl’s gotta take care of herself.” I chuckled.
“Yeah…” I set down my water. I turned in my chair.
Michelle was a bombshell; I’d known that ever since we met, years ago. Long dark hair falling around her shoulders, framing her delicate features and a pair of jade colored eyes. She was soft on the outside; looking at her made every guy think ‘maybe I’ve got a shot’. I’d watched a ton of guys get shot down… Or had I?
“…Who are you?” Michelle smiled. Tony gave me a funny look.
“That’s my boy. Come on.” Michelle put a pair of twenties on the bar and grabbed my hand. I barely grabbed my jacket off of the back of my chair before I was outside and being dragged down the sidewalk.
“Wait, what the hell is going on here? Something is wrong!”
“Yeah yeah. Relax, I’ll explain everything in a little bit!” She turned down the alley where we’d both parked and dragged me to her car, pushing me into the passenger seat and climbing in the driver’s side. As soon as she shut the door she turned to me and grinned. I stared at her until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“What the fuck is going on!?”
“What do you remember?” She was grinning that old familiar cheshire grin. The one that made me fall in love with her back in high school.
“I don’t know.” I stared at her, remembering her face clearly. But suddenly the fog lifted from my mind and everything became clear. At the same time, a sharp pain pierced my right eye. “Fuck…”
“What do you remember, Jake?” I thought back, carefully.
I’d met Michelle five years ago, during my junior year of high school. I’d graduated early, and ended up in university sooner than she had. But we’d become close friends when she and my sister started hanging out frequently, since I’d been commuting from home most of the time. When I’d gotten my first apartment, around the time I was nineteen, she’d been there. Now I was twenty one, and things were muddled after that. Michelle and Mitch were interchangeable through my memories, but she’d been picking up chicks and drinking and behaving however she liked. Sometimes she was a man, and sometimes…
“You… You were Mitch? And Michelle? What the hell?”
“Exactly. I was both. You did figure it out!” She was jumping up and down in her seat, laughing like a schoolgirl. It was making my headache worse. After a minute she calmed down. “Let’s get back to my place first. Then I’ll explain.”
“Fine… But you owe me a whole lot of an explanation.”
“I know. Trust me, I have a lot more than that.”
The drive was excruciating, but when we got to her place and she dragged me inside my head was a little better. I flopped onto the couch and she took a seat next to me, still giddy.
“Okay, so you remember me? And you remember Mitch too?”
“No, it’s more like I remember you being there sometimes, and I remember Mitch too. But I know you better, even though Mitch was one of my good friends… somehow… It was like I’d known him without really knowing him.