Soft Shell

When Staff Sergeant James Marshall had volunteered to donate his brain to a military cyborg research program codenamed 'Soft Shell' he thought he was going to wake up as RoboCop. Instead what he got was more like Cherry 2000. He felt betrayed, like he'd just taken a shot from behind.
Even worse, he knew very soon he probably would be taking one from behind.

Materialistic

"I thought it was bad enough when they changed us and probed us. I can appreciate making sacrifices for science. They could still be wise and have so much to teach us. Now it's looking more like we're mail order brides.
That's so...materialistic."

Daddy's Favorite

"I don't know why you think it's so funny neither of us turned back into a prince. If the court wizard can't figure out how to break that witch's curse then I may be a princess now but at least I'll still be Daddy's favorite heir."

Misinterpreted

"Now that the ceremony is over I guess I know why my hormones have changed so much these past few months, there really was something in the water. When I gave my hand to the chief on my first day here I was only trying to introduce myself as an aid worker to the tribe. I guess he misinterpreted that as a love slave."

Available Positions

"Of course I'm upset! I know I'm still getting the same pay but I only agreed to take part in the gender diversity program because I was told they couldn't promote any more men due to quotas. Now I'm being told the management slots are all filled and the only available positions are all in administrative assistance! I wouldn't have agreed to any medical treatment if I knew I was going to immediately hit the glass ceiling!"

Best Self

 Kyle had completed about half of his "Unlock Your Potential: Become Your Best Self" sleep-hypnosis CD's and while he hadn't turned into a hunk like he wanted, he was happy with the results. replacing processed foods with fruits and veggies had given him more energy and herbal supplaments had improved his looks and confidence. Even if girls at the club still weren't giving him their number, at least he was more popular on the dance floor. It was only when the HR department at work had a discussion about his life style that he realized something was wrong. When he got home he discovered he had replaced all his boxers with yoga shorts and tank tops. The chap stick he always carried was actually lip gloss. He picked up the last disc he'd been listening to for the past week. It said "Sexual Mastery: Pleasing Your Lover." He glanced at the discs he hadn't listened to yet. They were all about weight lifting and picking up chicks. He had never started the journey to becoming a better man. He looked in the mirror and finally recognized his best self was now a woman.

Maidenhood

Easy Prey

"Of course I knew you were a hunter, that's why I struck up a conversation with you at the bar. So I could introduce you to my lady friend who just so happens to be a werewoman. This way you'll always be easy prey under the same moonlight that makes me an apex predator. I love breaking you bastards into your new lives so you can find out what it means to be ruled by instincts beyond your control."

The Antidote

Power Over Man

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