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Today, everything that appeared in the past in comics seems to return sooner or later. 

Using Midjerney this is a modern redo of a story that appeared in Superboy # 78, "Claire Kent, Alias Super-Sister!" in 1960.

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She-Man (1967)

If Ed Wood's Glen or Glenda had a sequel, it would probably be this film.

Good luck finding it, while it is really kind of sort of G-rated by today's standards, YouTube still won't let it on the site.

She-Man (film) - Wikipedia

#She-man #hard to find film

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#Arnold Schwarzenegger #somewhere over the rainbow #Youtube

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Jumonjied into "Mystery Date."

When college roommates Todd, James, William, and Bradly discovered, of all things, a silly old girl’s board game from the past called Mystery Date under some loose floorboards in the crusty old house that was home to their fraternity, they decided to play it as a joke.

None of them had even considered the possibility that they would end up being Jumonjied into the game and turned into the red, yellow, blue, and green themed “girl” player characters.

Two had already been dragged off on “Mystery Dates, " but they knew not where. Todd, no matter how hard she fought against it, was taken off on the arm of some '60s Alpha hunk in a white tux jacket that only said “Time for the prom!” as Todd found his female character self suddenly wearing a green gown and blood red corsage and pulled by her date into the outer darkness, her cries of "damn it stop!" and "What is that ahead of us?" fading to silence.

Then worse, after another “knock, knock” sounded on the other side of the door, Bradly said, “Look, if we don’t play, this will never be over.”

He opened the door to find what looked like a cross between a rebel biker and Charles Manson! “We’re going to the drag races in the gravel pit, Babe!” said the uncanny valley apparition as Bradly found herself in leather, fishnets, and way too much makeup compelled to follow. “Help me guys!” yelled the girl of apparently ‘ill repute” that Bradly now was. But there was no helping Bradly, and they went off into the swirling darkness.

Neither James nor William knew what to do next. Then the knocks sounded again.

Who would be the next to open The Door, and what would they find, and how would it all end?

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"Vintage Glory Shampoo? Never heard of it, but what the heck," says Penny Mayfair. "What could go wrong?"

Of course, she being in a hurry, we used Fast Acting Vintage Glory.

In and out in less than an hour.

But Penny still got the full effect for her time in the salon!

They even added a bit of color to her look, now how about a whole new wardrobe to go with your new look sweetie?

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Gif by Vill Bit

The link to his pages are no longer working.

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10 Best Gender Bender Anime And Manga by Shannon Brady

#gender bender #gender bender anime

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With that, Dr. Edna Saint Peach's "Man-Shrinking" formula proved a success as it reduced her ex to half his original height, plus fifteen inches, clothes, and all!

Now, all she needed was a distribution system.

#shrinking

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10 Best TV Body Swap Episodes, Ranked Worst To Best.

#body swap

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It had all started when eight trust fund Wall Street Bros, led by Alpha Dogs, Philip, Gilbert, Milton, and Harold, decided it was time to make some real money. They also decided to do it the old-fashioned way, by being corporate raiders, buying up small businesses that were either weak or struggling, or, preferably, buy them out with a promise of investing, then firing everyone and selling all their assets.

They thought it would be a real laugh to start their venture with the hostile takeover of a next-to-unknown little circus called Proteus and Circe's Circus Hyperborea and Olympus Supreme.

P & C’s C.H.A.O.S. didn’t have much, but it did have some really good large trucks and trailers, brand new large tents, and lots of exotic animals, which Harold said that after the takeover could easily be sold to drug lords in the market for out of the ordinary pets, or if not that he knew a pet food company they could sell them to.

So they started their takeover.

Things didn’t go as planned. Not even a little bit, the owners, James Proteus and Diana Circe, proved to be...odd.

And things started to happen to the Bros. Things like during an intense session of wheeling and dealing, Gilbert bursting into flames and being replaced by a brown bear in a Brooks brothers suit.

Or other instances when other members of the team had their own blazing mishaps and found themselves becoming bearded ladies, clowns who found they couldn't take their makeup off, and things that the only three left, Philip, Milton, and Harold, didn’t want to think about.

So they dropped the hostile takeover and ran.

Philip didn’t know where Harold or Milton were headed, but he locked himself away in a remote cabin his family owned.

There he nervously looked through newspapers. (the only type of advertising the Circus Hyperborea and Olympus Supreme. used they being rather old fashioned.) to see where they were until the dread day they made it to a town near where he was.

“Thank God those weirdos won’t be let in near here, we’re gated. I’m safe.”

Philip was mistaken in just how safe that made him.

“Holy crap!” shouted the now much more limber Philip “I have GOT to get me a bag of peanuts!” And knew where he had to go to get that bag.

One month later found Philip, now known as Petenka the Death Deifying Aerialist, not owning C.H.A.O.S. but working for it.

And while her job was at time terrifying, (like every night really) at least it was better than the one had by the others members of the original eight, especially Harold the Dog-Faced boy and Milton the Boy-Faced Dog.

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"Dad, look at this old camera I found at the second hand store!"

Dave undergoes a startling transformation after his daughter takes his picture with an old camera:

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The Man & Woman from C.O.U.S.I.N.S.

Late in 1968, Caesar Stag and June Danseuse, agents of C.O.U.S.I.N.S. (Covert Organization Uniquely Specializing in Neutralizing Spies.), were able to break into one of the secret hideouts of their arch-rivals, WOOD ROBIN, a hard to define conglomeration of disgruntled scientists, rogue engineers, and spies (mostly industrial espionage truth be told being as The Illuminati, Hydra, Spectre, the Thirteenth Directorate, World Association of Girl Guides & Girl Scouts, The Guild of Calamitous Intent and F.O.W.L had, had all of the really serious stuff locked up for years.)

“What do you think this setup is all about, Caesar?” asked Danseuse, taking in the super science lab they had stumbled onto on a small Caribbean island.

“Doesn’t matter,,” said Stag. " Our job is to shoot lots of stuff and then blow the place to bits and get back to COUSINS HQ for the closing banter and vague `will they, won’t they’ innuendo.

“But what if it’s useful? Why don’t we try to take the plans back to HQ.”

“Not our job,” said Caesar.

“What if it does something interesting?” said June, persisting

“Like what?” asked Caesar, the sarcasm in his voice unmistakable.

“SIZZLE CRACKLE ZIIIG!” Went the super-science device in the WOOD ROBIN laboratory in reply.

That was when Stag and Danseuse found out that they had been observed the whole time when they had first landed on the hideout island. And had been deliberately guided in secret to find the room they were in, which housed a WOOD ROBIN innovation called the Ultimate Disguise Chamber, which was used to give their agents the perfect mission undercover disguises. And had been used by those watching the COUSINS again to turn them into a pair of spry healthy women in their 60s.

So the daring man and woman from COUSINS were left with two possibilities, destroy the device, shoot the place up and return to COUSINS HQ and stay as they were forever, or agree to join WOOD ROBIN and, after a time, be returned to their former selves.

Of course, there was only one thing such dedicated and well-trained agents could do.

A month after joining WOOD ROBIN, after all, the groups weren’t in the grand scheme of things all that different. (WR, however, did have a much better dental plan.) saw the debut on the world stage of two new super-spies, Carmille (Caesar) and Juliette (June), known now as the Glissante Sisters, with a contract to work for WOOD ROBIN for five years before they could return and step into the Ultimate Disguise Chamber to be returned to their former selves.

And a wild five years it was, too (oddly, it seemed that June Danseuse was the one most anxious to get it all over with while Caesar went with the flow.)

In 1973 at the end of those five years, The Glissante Sisters returned to the island.

Unfortunately, in the clandestine world at large, WOOD ROBIN had never really been all that much and so didn’t have that large a budget, so the Ultimate Disguise Chamber wasn’t the thing of wonder it once had been, and they just couldn’t return them exactly as they had been. They did the best they could, however.

The results were that they were remade into copies of June Danseuse as she had been when she was 23 years old (in 1968, when it all started, she had been 34, so… you’re welcome!)

Cashiered out of WOOD ROBIN, the pair found themselves at their wits end, they could hardly return to C.O.U.S.I.N.S., but what to do next?

They tried freelancing for a while, but the cost of replacing ripped, skin-tight bodysuits was just too costly.

Then Julie Danseuse, as Caesar Stag now called herself, had an idea.

It was not long then until the world was introduced to…

Julie and Juliette Danseuse, The Disco Detectives.

Their first job was The Serial Disco Inferno Case.

Then came "Blame it On the Boogeyman" and "Can’t Stop The Murders."

"The Bad Girl, Dancing Queen Kidnapping,” "Macho Manslaughter in the First Degree." and "Will I Survive." followed.

All the way to their biggest case, “We Are Family” (as in the mob)

In 1985 they just got into accounting and opened an H&R Block.

#gender change #satire #parody #gender bender

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The new syndicated burger joint in town was called Burger Hive, and quite the decor it had, all red and white and honey-colored with a serving staff that had to be seen to be believed.

However, what really set them apart was their claim to have a special super-secret royal jelly sauce for their larger burgers that ensured regular imbibers didn’t gain weight but had theirs redistributed (?) and promoted healthier hair, faster growth, and “other” benefits.

To Joe, this sounded like either overkill or pure bunk, but he was always willing to give a new business a fair shake. He entered the one closest to him and ordered the Gargantuan Sting, one of their big burgers that came with the special super-secret royal jelly sauce.

When the staff member asked how much sauce, Joe said, “pore it on,” “Enough? Ask the Burger Hive staff member. “Keep going said, Joe.” the Burger Hive worker did.

This Should be interesting, thought Joe, taking his first bite.

“Wow! This is good! " Joe thought after eating his first, second, and third.

Clearly, the special super secret royal jelly sauce had gotten to Joe.

Three weeks later, regular customer Joe came in for his new favorite, the Make a Day of It Burger with extra sauce.

Clearly, the claims of encouraging faster hair growth, and other benefits, had not been an exaggeration.

However, it seemed the parts talking about weight redistribution looked like it needed some tweaking.

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To say the least, being changed from a dark brunette thirty-seven-year-old, six foot, two-inch, 188-pound man, into a petite five foot tall, 22-year-old 93-pound ginger woman due to a “mishap” with “magic potions”, stuff that before it happened to him Brian Foster would not have even believed in, led to more than a bit of distraction for the former man.

Then, as things began to calm down, the world came back into focus for Brian.

“Oh crap!” she thought “In four days, my vacation will be over and, and, and what am I going to do?!?”

What happened was that four days later, Brian’s familiar, worn but well-cared-for Ford Super Duty F-250 4X4 truck pulled up at the front door of the main and largest of the four auto parts stores that he owned.

Only out of the trucked hopped, jumped really now, someone who introduced herself as Brian’s younger sister Brigid Sienna Foster, the new owner of the company after Brian had, em, like joined a monastery… in Alaska… really far northern Alaska.

“Brigid” even produced a letter from Brian in his handwriting telling them all about what he was doing, that his sister was now the boss, and to treat her like she were he.

That the transformed Brian, even perched as she was now on four inch platform shoes that would have done Lady Gaga proud, still only made it up to 5’ 4” left his employees looking doubtful.

The more official paperwork that she then presented to them, cooked up with the help of Vanna and some shady people she knew, however, drove home the point that she was the new owner of Foster’s Auto Parts and Repair.

The reactions were, Brigid found, an interesting new experience.

Ultimately, however, she grew into the role, and the enterprise became as much hers as it had been under his old self.

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“Please, Mister Foster,” said Belladonna Nightcall, the sorceress on duty in the all-night Independent Apothecary of Alchemists, Brujas, Cailleacha, Hexen, Streghe, and other Sundry Potion Mixers, trying to speak as calmly as she could to the clearly hysterical person in front of her.

“Did you drink from all these potion bottles?” “Yes!” said Brian Foster. “I see,” said Belladonna, adding a sigh she could not suppress as she took in the large number of bottles, several of them near or completely empty, the customer had brought in, “and why?”

“I don’t know!” said Brian, getting even louder “I thought they were just recreational drugs my girlfriend had. So I tried all of them, and then stuff started to happen, weird stuff! Then I saw an address on the bag they were in and came here as fast as I could to see if you could do something to stop this and make it go away!”

“Oh great,” thought Belladonna, “a mundane, just what I need tonight.”

For a moment, Mistress Nightcall thought she might just let the normal reap the consequences of his stupidity.

“Please!” said Brian Foster again.

“Alright,” said Belladonna, having decided that she didn’t want to clean up the mess that would be left if she allowed things to continue as they were going.

Brian Foster, who when he came in had claimed that less than an hour ago he had been a thirty-seven-year-old, six foot, two-inch dark-haired man, was now clearly a woman. And while they had been talking, he, or rather she, had continued to shrink, and grow younger and in the last few minutes, had even become a ginger.

“Do something!” continued the former Mister Foster, shrinking to under five and a half feet in height.

“Yeah,” said Belladonna, hitting her with an all-purpose spell-breaker powder bomb she kept behind the counter.

Brian sneezed and stopped in her downward age and height descent. The men’s clothing she had been wearing when she came in hung on her. Mistress Nightcall estimated Foster had been stopped at five feet tall even and looked to be around 20 or 21.

“Now you can fix this?” asked Brian, taking in her new body.

“Nope,” said Belladonna, “you mess with this much magic, it messes with you even more. This is who you are now.”

Dismissing the new little woman, her last act was to put what was left of the potions she had brought in back in the bag (along with a bill for the spell breaker), and as a courtesy, really just a way to speed up getting rid of her, made a call to Vanna Smoke the original purchaser of the item to come collect her “boyfriend.”

Arriving quickly, Vanna took in the situation, not nearly as shocked or angry as Brian thought she would be, she just said, “Well, that’s a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Brian.”

“She said she can’t do anything to fix this.” said Brian, pointing at Belladonna, “can you?”

“Yes,” said Vanna, “I can do something.” “Now? Please!” said Brian.

“Tomorrow,” said Vanna Smoke, “Tomorrow.”

The next day the still very much changed Brian Foster got up early, ready to have something done about “his” condition.

“Ready to start?” asked Brian, vainly trying to make her voice sound deeper, but she could only produce a really quite nice mezzo-soprano, which, coming out of the petite little thing she was now, was quite striking.

“Yes, but not here.” said Vanna, “we’ll have to go to another sort of shop.”

“Like that place last night?” asked Brian “No,” said Vanna, “The V.V.F.F. does a different sort of magic.”

“Okay,” said Brian, concern creeping into her voice.

After Brian had put on some of his clothing, which she now swam about in, they were off to the mysterious V.V.F.F.

On getting there, Brian was disappointed to find that the letters were short for a place called the Vogue Vibe Fashionista Factory.

“Huh?” said Brian.

The almost painfully stylish staff at V.V.F.F. took one look at Brian in her baggy gray affront to fashion and, acting on a nod from Vanna Smoke, moved in on her.

What proceeded was a succession of quick clothing changes performed by the staff.

At nods, gestures, and sometimes a curt “Yes!” or “No” from Vanna, some went into one pile and were taken away, while others went into another of “keepers.”

Despite his new form, there was still enough male about Brian for her to find no joy in this parade. Though when from time to time Brian saw herself in a mirror she did sometimes get the oddest "tingle."

“Is there going to be something more going on today than this?” Brian asked Vanna, hope beginning to fade.

“Well, of course,” said Vanna “After this, we have to hit the makeup, and perfume counters to find you a new scent. And, of course, then there is the whole deal with getting you a new I.D. I’m thinking Brianna Foster unless you want something more original, more fun, we’ll think of something more fun later.”

That was the moment that it dawned on Brian that all the changes from last night were staying, and he, no, she was going to have to deal with being Vanna’s new BFF and part-time living fashion doll.

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It was Thanksgiving, and as usual, by dessert Uncle Carl and Uncle Toby had turned it into a screaming match about which of their respective high school football teams, the Plumphill Proud Geese or the West Humping Sidewinders, was the best. (For God's sake, you’re both in your late 60s, let it go!)

In an effort to get them to shut up, Granny Sikes presented them with the wishbone from the turkey and a remarkable turkey it had been. A true record breaker, “Where did you find the mutant gobbler?” grandson Jimmy asked.

Still snipping at each other, but at least a little less, they agreed and pulled on the wishbone, which snapped with a crack like a shot from a .22 starter pistol and, at the same time, to everyone’s surprise, also released a bright blue spark as it split evenly down the middle.

Then, in unison, out of the mouths of both uncles came. “What the %&#@! did you wish for!”

The reason for the outburst was that in place of Carl and Toby sat two teenage cheerleaders from the two high schools in question.

Only they weren't strangers, there were the two old grumps transformed by the rarer-than-rare mega turkey wishbone into cheerleaders from the school they hated.

“It’s a Thanksgiving miracle!” shouted Jimmy, snorting iced tea out of his nose.

Chaos then ensued.

Grandmother Sikes, however, remained calm “I just hope I’m not the one who gets stuck registering these two little skanks when school goes back into session next week.” she thought.

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As a professional archaeologist in long-standing, Dr. Clyde “West Virginia” Hammersmith knew better than to get “handsy” with new finds.

However, after having spent nine years searching for the long-lost tomb of Mayan Princess Tecuith Akna, he felt he deserved just to touch one “no doubt minor” he told himself, item in the vast site.

SNAP! CRACKLE! GLEAM!

Of course, it was cursed, thought Dr. Hammersmith. Not that he believed in things like curses. But the fact he was now the living image of the long dead princess made him consider rethinking the whole “curses aren't real” mindset of his.

Returning to the university (and quite the journey that was! In large part due to the fact that every time Hammersmith put on modern clothing, it changed to Mayan classic in just a few hours), Dr. Hammersmith in her new form of Princess Tecuith Akna made a passionate and compelling argument to Doctor William Sikes, the head of the archaeology department, and Tom Kepler the Dean of the university, as to why she had to be accepted and accredited with a full Ph.D. as she now was and given his old position in the school.

Both said “No.”

So Hammersmith was left with no other option but to toss cursed coins at the pair, turning them into two of Akna’s Ladies in Waiting.

That convinced them to help.

Soon, Miskatonic University saw the arrival of Doctor Bonny T. Akna in the place of the missing “West Virginia.”

On the first day of class, Dr. Akna thought, “I hope the full regalia isn’t too much.” adjusting her crown, “I’m really going to have to do some research to see if I can get myself into modern clothing.”

Eventually, Dr. Akna was able to do that, but not before she had turned a third of the university staff and half her students into Mayan Handmaidens, Serving Girls and Ladies in Waiting, three of them also apparently into intriguing “human lizard women!”

Academia can be strange.