Ares should have known this would end badly. Up until then, he had
been having a good day. He was told by Zeus that he could use his
powers to transform the competitors of an event. Even better, that
event was fencing. Ares was deciding between turning the loser into a
set of weapons, or just turning both competitors into gorillas when
his sister burst in.
"Oh Ares! I've been looking all over for you. Did you hear Zeus's
idea? It sounds marvelous don't you think?" She said.
"Yes Aphrodite, it's great. Do you need something?" Ares asked.
"Nothing much. I was just wondering if we could make a deal."
Aphrodite said.
"What kind of deal?" Ares asked.
"Do you remember last week when I said I was looking forward to
Women's Volleyball and you told me that women's sports weren't as
entertaining as men's sports?" Aphrodite asked.
"Sister, I don't know what you're planning, but you know that I meant
entertainment value. They're both completely legitimate-" Ares began,
trying to defend himself.
"Yes yes, but I had an idea. Why not prove you're right. We switch our
athletes' minds, and if your men win a medal in Volleyball, you win
the bet." Aphrodite suggested.
"And?" Ares asked, knowing Aphrodite wouldn't settle for simply
"winning."
"Whoever loses has to spend two weeks in the mortal world as the
opposite sex, in a profession of the winner's choosing." Aphrodite
said.
"Deal. I hope you like shaving." Ares replied.
"And I hope you like makeup." Aphrodite said as the two shook hands.
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Andrew Smith woke up and checked the clock. Strange, the alarm was
going off, but it was an hour before he set it for. Damn hotel clocks,
they never work. He reached out to turn off the alarm and get up.
That's when he noticed that he was substantially different. For one,
he was nude, despite going to sleep in his boxers last night. Second,
his room had a volleyball sitting on the dresser. Third, and most
importantly, he was female! How did that happen. Andrew began grabbing
his breasts and prodding at his vagina, both of which felt very good.
He didn't have time for that now though, he needed to figure out what
was going on. Andrew grabbed the wallet that was on the nightstand.
According to the I.D. inside, he was now in the body of Fleur
Xhenemont, a volleyball player from France. She was scheduled to play
in two hours. Andrew had two hours to adapt to a female body, get to
the Olympics, and remember how to play volleyball. He was in for a
long two hours.
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Angelique Fontaine was tired. When she woke up, she had an awful
headache. It was like she had a dozen hangovers at once. Just how much
did she drink last night? As she looked to her left, Angelique was
surprised to see a beautiful woman laying in bed with her. She must
have been really drunk. Angelique got up to go for her morning run
when she found something even more surprising. She was male. Sitting
down on the bed again, Angelique stared at her new "equipment" while
trying to figure out what was going on. She looked around and saw that
there was a sword on the bench next to a wallet. Yes, that would have
I.D. Angelique got back up and opened the wallet. She had somehow
traded bodies with Richard Evans, a fencer from Great Britain.
Fortunately, according to the folded up schedule in the wallet,
Angelique had another five hours before she had to fence. That gave
her plenty of time to get dressed, get out, and figure out what was
happening.