I'm so screwed. Somehow my wife found the syringe with the nanites I was going to use to turn her into a sexy, horny bimbo. She must have injected me while I was asleep. Now I've become the living wet dream I was going to turn her into. I wonder what she has in store for me?
The guy at the game shop said that the new edition of the rules would help me "level up" my game. Had I known that the magic in the book would put me into the life of the elf princess Ardala, would I have bought it? Would you?
Dad was an asshole, but he was a rich asshole, so I waited sixty years for that piece of crap to die so I could inherit his millions. Wouldn't you know it, two months before he died, the old goat went and married some conniving gold-digging bimbo who is barely older than my granddaughter. She persuaded him to leave everything to her, leaving me completely penniless. The only thing I got was Mom's wedding ring. Well, the joke's on her. Mom's ring was magical, and it had the ability to allow me to switch minds with anyone else. You should have seen the look on my old face when Bambi realized that she would be stuck as a sixty year old man with prostate cancer who was dead broke. As or me, I have a new lease on life to enjoy Dad's fortune and my stepmother's tits.