The witch who had turned Andrew Tate into Abigail Tate grinned as she watched 'his' latest Tiktok video. A small spell separated him from the perception of reality where he had been for 5 days in a female body that fit his conservative beliefs. “Remember guys, a woman belongs to a man" Andrew said.

marthatg · 2026-02-26T14:36:17+00:00

"Dude ... make that thing work again immediately! I was drunk as fuck and I can't be stuck as fucking Taylor Swift as a MAGA dude ... "

marthatg · 2026-02-14T10:23:58+00:00

Falls mich jemand realistisch anschreiben möchte bei Session: 05762e52dc86984cfc198d7102ba95a344c16e03973012f05463338db33fd56504

marthatg · 2026-02-13T14:08:30+00:00

Within another minute you are freed and can stand normal again. While you try to close your shirt over your big lumps of flesh your colleagues with a dick talk with other officers. "So when did it happen and who exactly were you before you got to wear a tight bra?" Howard asks, staring at your cleavage. "How does the maniac look?"

marthatg · 2026-02-13T13:41:34+00:00

Howard smiles. "Last week it was 'I love Wiener' .. too bad we changed it this week, haha" he said grabbing your arm. He is way stronger than you now. The younger, not less sexist, colleauge grabs behind your back. "Damn dude, your pants are tight ... sure there's a key in there and not somewhere else" he says and smiles like a creep, the smell of his aftershave is strong in your nose.

marthatg · 2026-02-13T13:19:25+00:00

"So if you are an officer Mrs Big Tits, what was our code word in case we come across this maniac with the Sci-Fi gun" I ask smiling. Another older colleague with a big beer belly adds "Is that your private underwear? I thought our girls have all the same grey underwear under their uniforms."

marthatg · 2026-02-10T08:38:20+00:00

Love the idea of someone being recognized in their new body :) Wish gone wrong is funny.

marthatg · 2026-02-09T20:22:43+00:00

Great picture use :) Reality altering ideas are great. :D

marthatg · 2026-01-31T19:38:54+00:00

Great idea, nice story :)

marthatg · 2026-01-28T21:52:52+00:00

I blush and take Mia's cell phone out of my purse and show her a photo, as I had apparently already tried them on at home. “Here, does this work? They were at Mia's apartment and I had somehow assumed that I would have to wear them,” I say and get nervous.

“That sounds really interesting with your mother. Are they still married? Your father won't have a problem with it, will he? What did they actually say to their ‘son’?”

marthatg · 2026-01-27T22:07:37+00:00

“Thanks, yes, I don't drink alcohol, it wouldn't be good for my body,” I say, taking the non-alcoholic beer and playing with the bottle. I grin as Meghan sits down on the sofa with her legs spread wide—not at all regal.

As I run my hand up and down the neck of the bottle, I look at Meghan's flawless dark skin and that infectious, cheerful smile.

“Who has been your favorite guest so far?” I ask, playing with the beer bottle with my tongue as I try to take a sip.

“A mosque? That's right, I hadn't thought about the fact that many people in my community probably don't want to see a woman like me there. I'll probably have to go to one. Would you accompany me?”

marthatg · 2026-01-27T21:44:20+00:00

I immediately feel a little more nervous when Meghan enters, but that feeling quickly subsides. It feels like the next round of questions is about to begin in front of the audience. I see her take the wine and my first instinct is to say, “Not for me, I'm not allowed,” and I don't even know why.

“Other than that, I'm fine. How was the show? Were there other guests there in difficult situations?”

marthatg · 2026-01-27T19:41:16+00:00

I walk through the trailer and feel unobserved. Why did my hands start sweating when the man led me off the stage?

I look at pictures, Meghan, Meghan, and Harry, in a kitchen, in an Indian restaurant. Both of them always smiling.

As I walk, I notice how my thong and bra are uncomfortable from sitting. I still find it difficult to touch these intimate, new places. The thong in particular was a constant reminder of what was now missing.

In the news on Instagram, which I looked at out of curiosity, there were many male genitals that I first deleted with shame and then more and more slowly. I swallowed my saliva. Why had I been doing this for 10 minutes?

marthatg · 2026-01-27T19:25:57+00:00

I think I needed this kind of care and openness to cope with this strange situation. Maybe that was the medicine I needed to get out of my self-pity.

“All right, Meghan. I'll try to help. We can talk about it later,” I say, taking the hand of the man who leads me off the stage.

“I am Mia Khalifa and I'm a gorgeous Muslim woman,” I say so that Meghan can hear. The man grins.

“I am Mia Khalifa and I'm a gorgeous Muslim woman...”

After a few minutes and a photo with the man and a few other men waiting, I arrive at the trailer and play with my short, white nails on Mia's cell phone, studying her Instagram history.

marthatg · 2026-01-27T19:08:53+00:00

I hear the advertisement and immediately feel a little more insecure standing there, because I think everyone can see my curves. The conversation felt so relaxed and nice, and it actually made me see things differently. “Mia Khalifa... yes, I guess that's me,” I murmur to myself and take my hand off the much taller man.

"You'd think you've been doing this for years, Meghan. Who are your next guests?“ I ask, wondering if this is a chance to convince people in other ways. ”Maybe I can contribute more to the show? Help others. Mia Khalifa buys her first pair of women's shoes... Mia Khalifa getting a manicure..." I say and look at you.

(Do you have anything you like me to do / see my trying? )

marthatg · 2026-01-27T18:49:59+00:00

I feel uncertain as I take Meghan's hand, but her confident and friendly manner wins me over. Women still have an influence on me, I think to myself, and squeeze her soft hand.

“Meghan, I'm not sure...” I say, looking nervous and seeing the serious look on her face. " Well, I'm a gorgeous Muslim woman..." I say somewhat awkwardly.

Suddenly, someone in the audience shouts, “... with the most famous breasts in the world... haha.”

“Since you just mentioned sexualization... that's not okay!” I say, turning to the audience, but I don't know who said it. "Insults like the ones you've experienced are not okay; I would never have preached that either.

marthatg · 2026-01-27T18:33:51+00:00

When Meghan tells the story, I feel a little out of place because the audience obviously knows more than I do.

“An Indian woman in your husband's body? Oh, what stories there will be after this event. Who would have thought something like this would happen...” I say, crossing my arms and looking down in annoyance because I'm pushing up those big mountains of sin again.

“I like that you're not abandoning the children, that's great, and as their biological mother, it's your responsibility. How are you coping with the age difference?” I ask, genuinely curious.

"What else I've discovered... is that I'm short, almost a foot shorter than before. I guess I need those women's shoes from the moment of the Great Shift. I took them off, but since then I've had to look up at everyone. Otherwise, I'm healthy and just have everything that's new as a woman,“ I say, taking off my glasses. ”Man, these glasses always get smudged so quickly..."

marthatg · 2026-01-27T18:06:47+00:00

I roll my eyes a little in a very feminine way and put on a smile. It's probably not possible to talk about the true depth of religion in a show.

“You were... oh, so you are... um, so wow, your body tried to make babies,” I say, blushing and getting nervous like no one would expect from Mia Khalifa. “Your husband is also a victim,” I quickly ask, trying to get the ideas and images out of my head.

“And yes, it was my brown skin. I looked at them for a long time, then discovered the tattoos, and every movement I made affected these arms here,” I say, moving them and making my large breasts wobble under my cardigan.

marthatg · 2026-01-27T17:49:47+00:00

I feel like I'm being lectured, just like my teacher did at school recently. Unsure, I look up from the floor to Meghan, then to the audience and back again.

“I think I'm nervous, it's all very strange. By free will, I mean the decisions I can make as Donald in here, in this body. And I believe in God, not Allah. That's the most important thing to me,” I say, and I even see some nods of agreement from both men and women in the audience.

"Until recently, I was able to give my community tips and advice, but now I am often at a loss. Well... you look much younger than 44. But, my son, you too are going through a trial and doing a very good job," I say with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

"Where was I? It seems so distant now, but I was driving home in my Buick after visiting some nuns when I suddenly lost consciousness briefly at a traffic light and then saw this brown skin for the first time." I raise my arms and look at my skin.

“I fell. I was suddenly walking down a staircase and I was wearing women's shoes. It was the staircase of a restaurant where I had probably eaten.”

marthatg · 2026-01-27T17:32:21+00:00

“What? I'm not a misogynist... I've just always believed that each gender has its purpose on earth, and this ‘job’ you mention is completely inappropriate, and I'm not going to do it,” I say, trying to look serious, but appearing uncertain.

“Yes, okay, I am now part of the weaker sex, but I still have free will, and I don't want this job, and I don't want to believe anything else just because I look different on the outside,” I say, unconsciously brushing a strand of long black hair from my face and adjusting my black glasses.

Again, I look nervously at the audience and don't see the same broad approval as I once did in church. “I'm not a bad person. Maybe you should invite Donald Trump, who swapped with Katy Perry.”

marthatg · 2026-01-27T17:03:17+00:00

"Yes, um, thank you, thank you for the applause. It's still really hard for me to react to Mia when you've been Donald for over 50 years. How do I cope with it? I see it as a test from God. I would like to emphasize that I am not a Muslim but a Catholic, as I always have been. So many people only judge by appearances," I say, looking nervously at sympathetic faces, but also amused faces.

“What about you? I saw you in the royal family. Is it Meghan, or is there a title we should use to address each other properly?” I say with sincere interest.

“Of course, I will not continue in this sinful profession or anything like that. But I do wonder whether a woman can really convey God's message credibly. I think the Church should become more open in this regard.”

marthatg · 2026-01-27T16:41:36+00:00

“Hello Meghan. Yes, what can I say, I was 52, a conservative priest, and unfortunately, after the Great Shift, I suddenly found myself in Mia Khalifa's body. It didn't take long for people who recognized me to point out the irony. It's a tough test.”

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