Though, I am weaving up some hopefully interesting and exciting tales for you
all (and myself) to enjoy at the moment, they're kind of "in the works..." so,
in the meantime, I'm going to share one of my favorite stories I found online.
Unfortunately, it was published anonymously, so I can't give the author credit.
If you know of the author, please inform me so I may attribute it to them.
Thanks.

"Ariel's Education"

"Come with me, Ariel." Eric's voice was far different than it had been in the
three days since they had been married. Ariel wondered if she had done something
to upset him. She hadn't meant to do anything, and found herself filled with
doubt. Was he angry because she had slipped and almost fallen during their first
dance? She had pleaded for more time--after all,

she had only had legs for three days.

"Where are we going?" she asked, as Eric led her down into the lower depths of
the castle. She could smell the sea air and it made her think of her family,
below. Although the castle was directly on the ocean, the lower depths of the
castle were not dank.

"I want to show you something."

"Are you mad at me?" She could hear far different tones in his voice.

"No, not at all. But I want to show you something that humans do. Just please,
be quiet and follow me. I'm kind of nervous as it is."

Something human! Ariel was delighted. She knew Eric wanted her to be quiet but
couldn't resist. She loved human things.

"A human thing? Really? What's it like?"

"Well, not all humans do it. You'll see." He spun and speared her with his blue
eyes, the same eyes that she had seen from the deck of the ship not a week ago.

Ariel was silent. But she did not have to remain silent long. Eric led her down
the steps through a short hall, and then through a locked door. Ariel noticed he
kept the key on a solitary ring. He opened the door and ushered her in.

The room was large, and relatively airy. Torches burned on all sides of the
room, but they were recessed into the wall and unobtrusive. There were large
things in the room. A cross of some sort. A table. A thing which looked like a
large wooden X. A post with chains hanging from it. One entire wall was covered
by a mirror. Ariel had never seen a mirror this large, not in the room Eric had
put her in and certainly not in the shipwrecks she had prowled before.

"Eric...what is this?"

Eric smiled. "This is what I do, Ariel. I want to share this with you."

"But what is it?"

"Ariel...," he cleared his throat. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like
not to be a princess?"

"Like a...merchant?" Ariel wondered whatever these devices could have to do with
buying and selling."

"No. Not a merchant. A slave."

"A slave?" Triton's kingdom did not have slavery. "Eric, you can't enslave me,
I'm your wife!"

"Not quite. I mean...would you want to be my slave?"

He reached for something behind his back and pulled out a leather strap.

"To be your slave...." Ariel tipped her head and let her long red hair fall over
her shoulder. A smile crept onto her face.

"Is this a permanent thing?"

"No." Eric fiddled with the leather strap. "For now, it'll just be for tonight.
Maybe in the future, you will want to be my slave for longer periods. But not
yet."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You'll see. If you don't want me to do something, then call me by my first
name."

Ariel smiled again. "What should I call you otherwise?"

Eric unlocked a tiny lock at the end of the leather strap and motioned for her
to come to him. "You should call me Master. Now come over here."

Ariel walked over to him obediently.

"Take off your clothes," commanded Eric. Ariel was not expecting this command.
She froze for a moment and looked at him dumbly.

"Do it!"

Ariel undressed quickly, afraid she had angered him. When she was naked, he
smiled at her in a way he never had before.

"Now kneel before me."

She did, noticing that the stone was quite smooth under her calves. Only a
prince could have made such a chamber; no one else would have people actually
smooth out stone.

Eric locked the leather strap around her neck and went to get some other things.
Ariel took the opportunity to touch her new collar. It was wide, made of black
leather, and had several rings on it. She couldn't turn her head very far to
either side with it on.

When he came back, he grinned broadly at her; he had seen her playing with the
collar. Automatically, Ariel's hands shot away from the collar and behind her
back. He didn't seem angry; on the contrary he seemed amused.

"Like it, do you?"

Ariel blushed and did not reply. She felt the first twinges in that thing which
had appeared between her legs when she had gotten them. She had wondered what it
was up until the wedding; the deal with Ursula had only been for legs. As she
had discovered in the honeymoon suite on the boat, it was quite a bonus.

What's happening to me, she thought. She had discovered that that thing was well
designed for romping in the bed with Eric, but had never imagined that it would
react to being collared and naked kneeling on a stone floor! Was she ill?
Scuttle had never mentioned anything like this about humans.

He handed her a small pile of things. The first things she saw were a very
strange pair of shoes. These were somewhat like the shoes she had worn at the
wedding. They had a higher heel than those shoes did, a higher heel than Ariel
thought would be even wearable. They were extremely shiny. The next was a pair
of black silk stockings, which Ariel had learned about at the wedding, from the
helpful old maid who had bathed her before she met Eric.

Once the problem of voicelessness had been solved, it was much easier for Ariel
to learn peculiar human customs. And this was the most peculiar of all. But
Ariel was admittedly enjoying this. She could feel that thing between her legs
growing slightly wetter as she examined the toys.

Ariel dressed in the stockings and shoes. She was careful with them, because
only royalty could afford silk stockings; Ariel had seen more pairs in her six
days as a human than most of the peasantry of Eric's kingdom saw in a lifetime.
There was also a strange thing which had metal and laces; Ariel did not know
what it was nor where it went until Eric placed it on her midsection. It
stretched from below her breasts to her hips. Eric tightened the laces at her
back. Suddenly it was hard to breathe.

"Argh. Eric-Master-what are you doing?"

"Look at yourself, slave." He pointed her towards the mirror.

It was hard to stand up in the shoes, and the corset squeezed worse than
Ursula's tentacles had. Yet Ariel could not believe the image in the mirror was
hers. No more purple shells, that was for sure! Her waist was

much smaller, and the high heels made her legs--her lovely, smooth legs for
which she had sacrificed so much--look wonderful. She ran her hands over them,
enjoying the feel of the silk.

"Very well." Eric sounded satisfied.

Now Eric placed two small sets of chains onto the shoes. Each chain was made in
a figure-eight, and one slid onto her toe and went up to the instep, the other
circling her ankle and locking shut. Now she could not

remove the shoes.

While Ariel was admiring herself in the mirror, Eric took her wrists and locked
leather cuffs onto them. Then he locked them together, pinning Ariel's hands
behind her back.

"Now, slave, turn around." Ariel did, shakily, for it was hard to turn with the
heels, especially without her hands for balance.

"Undress me."

"But how-"

Eric was holding a short riding crop, which he used viciously on her bare
buttocks. "With your teeth, slave! Now do it!"

Ariel took a deep breath, the three welts on her buttocks burning and feeling
gloriously sensitive. She undid the catch on Eric's cloak and let it flutter to
the floor. Then she carefully worked each fancy button on his shirt through the
loop and pushed it through with her tongue. For his pants she had to go on her
knees again. She was feeling marvelously wet again,

wondering if Eric could tell. Eric's manhood jutted out from his pants, as
wonderfully erect as it had been after the wedding in the honeymoon suite when
Ariel had learned of the ways of human physical love.

Ah, but that was nothing compared to this. Her skin felt wonderfully hot and
flushed, the welts on her buttocks tingling more than the unwhipped bare parts
of her body. She wanted Eric to whip her again.

She reached out for Eric's penis and took it into her mouth lovingly, caressing
it with her tongue.

"Not yet," said Eric.

He lowered a leather blindfold down onto Ariel's face. He locked this on, and
now Ariel could not even open her eyes. The blindfold was padded and seemed to
be custom-made to her eyes. She waited nervously, on her knees.

"Grimsby, bring in what I asked you."

Grimsby was there? Great Triton, no! Surely he wasn't going to let Grimsby see
the Princess of the Kingdom bound and naked on her knees! "Yes, sir," came the
reply, and Ariel's face flushed as deep a red as her hair. "The princess looks
very attractive, sir."

Grimsby would never look at her the same way again. How could he?

But another part of Ariel wanted Grimsby to see her like this, Eric's pleasure
slave, bound and kneeling, ready to be used as Eric's will dictated. Was that
thing between her legs going to drip? Being a mermaid had_never_been like this.

While Ariel grappled with herself, Eric came back.

"I brought you a friend, Ariel."

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her nipples. Ariel screamed.

Something was crushing them, and Ariel threw her blindfolded head back and
howled in pain, her entire body concentrating on the two spots of white fire
that her nipples had become.

"Leetle missy, I dot dat was dee only way to geit you to listen!" The new voice
was a familiar one, laced with a strong Caribbean accent.

No! It couldn't be!

Eric took off the blindfold only to let Ariel see what she already knew;
dangling between her breasts, clutching onto each nipple with a death grip, was
her old friend Sebastian the crab. He was glaring up at her from his little crab
googly eyes.

"Sebastian...please..." To speak was an effort that she could barely handle.

"Leesten up, chile, ofter what you put me troo..." Sebastian tightened his grip,
causing tears to flow from Ariel's eyes.

Eric grinned. "You have caused Sebastian a lot of trouble these past few days,
slave. I thought you did deserve some punishment."

Suddenly his hand was between her legs. "Seems like you're enjoying this more
than you think."

As Sebastian continued to grip, Ariel felt an odd sensation coming over her. It
began to hurt less, and her body seemed to feel almost as if she was floating.
Her vision faded, although Eric had not put the blindfold back on. She could
feel it as Sebastian abandoned her nipples, could feel the dull ache of
sensation coming back into them, but it was a muted feeling, almost as if she
was feeling through a curtain. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the crest of
feeling as the crab crawled around behind her to pinch her naked buttocks for a
bit, and then left those to pinch her labia.

She was no longer in Eric's dungeon. She was floating somewhere, perhaps in the
sea where she had spent the first sixteen years of her life, perhaps in the air,
perhaps only in her mind. Wherever it was, Ariel simply

allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. When the crab squeezed her with his
strong claws, when Eric whipped her naked body, she did not feel that as pain,
instead as a new boost higher into herself.

She came back on the floor. The cold stone felt good against her hot, tortured
flesh. Her ass was up in the air, burning from its whipping. She could barely
feel Sebastian's claws above the tightly laced corset.

Eric's blessedly cool hand massaged her buttocks.

"Leave us, Sebastian," he said. He lifted Ariel up gently, and carried her over
to a wooden chair in the dungeon. Then he sat her down backwards on the chair,
binding her ankles to the back legs of it and her

wrists, in front of her, to the bottom of the seat. The top of the chair-back
had a cutout which was perfect for her chin.

Ariel's body jutted forward at a forty-five degree angle and her legs were
spread and bound. He gave her a few minutes to get back into herself. She
wondered what was next.

She discovered. Eric was rock hard; he crouched down and slipped into her wet,
engorged depths. Ariel's bonds were immovable; she was a spectator to the very
act of sex she was engaged in. She could not move,

instead she could only stare at the wall while he enjoyed himself within her.

"Tell me when you're going to come, slave," he grunted while he was thrusting.

Ariel thought at first that she would never be able to come after her ordeal
with Sebastian. But Eric was her Master, and she wanted to please him, so she
lay on the chair and let him enjoy herself.

Eric's hand stole around and began to play with the nub of flesh he had played
with once before, in the honeymoon suite on the ship. Ariel felt her body
respond, slowly at first. But Eric was insistent, teasing her until she began to
moan and fight her bonds.

"Master--I'm-going-to-come," she gasped out. Eric slowed at once, with both cock
and finger. Ariel moaned and began to thrust her hips back as far as her bound
hands would allow.

"Please, Master...oh, great Triton, please..."

"Not yet, slave. Your begging is too pretty to end yet."

"Master please...if you don't let me come I will die...I will do anything..."

After similar incoherent pleas, Eric decided it was sufficient and allowed her
to come. Eric was a skillful Master, and was able to make her come three or four
times. Then he came in her himself, and she felt the warmth slowly trickling out
of her.

Eric unlocked her restraints, and carried her slowly across the room to a hidden
door she had not seen before. Opening it, he carried her up the stairs, to the
royal bedroom. He put her gently down on the bed and removed her corset, shoes
and stockings. She was naked except for her collar, and completely exhausted.

"That's enough for now, my love," he said, stroking her sweaty red hair back
from her forehead. He moved to remove her collar.

She stopped him, placing both hands on his and tenderly kissing his hands,
closing her eyes and preparing to sleep. "No, Master. I would rather be your
slave on land than a princess of the sea."

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"You there! Yes, you." said the demon as he looked at Mr. Adrian Rodgers.
"Get over here and prepare to be judged."

"Um  what is all this about." Adrian Rodgers asked the demon.

"Oh come on! You've died. You're in hell. Welcome to eternal damnation. No get
over there and let me process your paperwork. You're holding up the line." the
demon said to Adrian.

Adrian, who was very confused, moved over to the spot the demon was motioning
to. It was a small piece of ground with a circular inscription with a place
for Adrian to insert his feet. The demon again motioned him in, and he did so.
The demon pointed a scanning device at Adrian's head and pushed a button.

"Oh damn." the demon said as he looked at a readout on his computer display.
"We don't have a file on you! You know, I'm not surprised at all. I knew
today was going to be about as fun as ingesting a pile of rancid excrement.
I've been having so many problems with my manager here. You wouldn't believe
the things we have to take from that piece of swine  They treat us like crap
here. I've put in over 300,000 years, and I still haven't gotten a raise. I
put in a requisition for a new computer terminal 1500 years ago, and they
still haven't replaced it. You have no idea of the crap we demons take around
here. I remember when--." the demon got cut off abruptly.

"I'd be happy to talk with you, but I'd really like to know what I'm doing
here. I don't deserve eternal damnation. I'm a pretty good guy. I gave money
to poor children, I helped the homeless, and I didn't go and make a big deal
when my girlfriend cheated on me. I've made my mistakes just as much as
anyone else, but nothing I've done warrants me being here. Besides, I haven't
even seen St. Peter or had a trial. Don't I get some appeals also." Adrian
asked. "This doesn't seem fair."

"I may have lost your paperwork, but you're definitely an American. I hate
Americans. You're always so damn pushy and self-centered. You think that
everyone owes you something. Let me tell you something! No one owes you
anything. Every damn American that comes our way won't settle for just
walking into hell and taking his place. Oh noooooo. You have to bitch and
moan and complain about your situation. 'I haven't had a fair trial.' 'I
haven't even had a trial.' 'I didn't have any representation.' Ahhh! It is
even worse when we get lawyers down here. They go on and on and on and on
about how their sins don't 'qualify' as sins for various legal reasons. It is
such a hassle. I love it when we get Albanians. They just walk right on
through to the fiery pits. But not Americans, oh no. Well, we'll have to
reconstruct your record line by line. It'll take awhile, but I suppose I
don't have anything better to do today."

Adrian, who by now was extremely scared and confused, just sat idly by while
the demon pointed a new scanning device at his head. "Hmm." said the demon,
"it says here that you're a damn atheist! What the bloody hell are you doing
here in hell?"

"Well, I feel like a fool for saying this, but I've always been told by all
the religious people that I'd end up in hell. Obviously I never believed them,
but I guess it shows what I know." Adrian told the demon.

"No, no, no! You don't understand at all. When a person dies their soul goes
to one of these gates. Basically the gates are just big giant magnets.
Heaven's gate is positively charged and hell's is negatively charged. Based
on a person's actions in life, the soul just drifts to whichever gate it is
most attracted to. You wouldn't believe all the hassle we had to go through
before we found out we could just install big magnets. It was even worse when
we had a reversal of the poles way back in '64, but now all we demons and
angles have to do is show the blessed or the damned on their way and fill out
a few administrative papers. Before, we had to go fly over to the void of
lost souls and drop them in heaven or hell. Now the souls come to us. Since
the souls of atheists and agnostics aren't charged at all, they just float
around and add to the ethereal debris of the void."

Adrian, who was squinting in concentration, thought he had digested most of
this information and asked, "So  you're going to fly me back, or what?"

"I suppose I could. That's what I'm supposed to do when one of these things
happens, but it takes too much time to get there. My wife always nags when I
come home late. How about you just walk into hell. I really don't want to
take you back to the void. Besides, torture is better than non-existence.
I'll tell you what  I'll even put you down for an eternity in one of our less
painful punishments."

"No good. I don't like either of those options. I want into heaven."

"Oh, come on! If it wasn't for some kind of computer glitch you wouldn't even
be here. Do you know what kind of paperwork it'll take for me to get you into
heaven." the demon asked. "I'd have to fill out an H42-934 form, get it
stamped by the Ethereal Transfer Commission, and then file it with the
Heavenly Appeals Agency. It'd take six to eight hundred years for an
acknowledgement and another millennia before their first investigative agent
came out for an interview. Believe me, it isn't an easy process. It would be
much easier for me to simply fly you back and dump you into the ethereal void.
I'm thinking I'm just going to send you on through to an envy punishment or
something."

"I'd like to speak to your supervisor. Even in hell, I'm sure there's an
appeals process." Adrian said.

"Oh damn! Yes, there is a process, but please don't use that on me. It takes
up so much time. Wait a minute, we could use you back on Earth! We've been
looking for someone to cause mischief back on the planet, and I'm sure I
could give you that job. Its either that or I fly you back to the void and
you won't exist."

"Fine." said Adrian. "I'll take the job."

"Great. Just let me fill out this form here, and we'll have you on your way."
the demon told Adrian. "You know, now that you're a fellow employee, I'd like
to encourage you to vote Libertarian in the next election. They'd really do a
great job of cutting down on all the excess government here. You'll see how
damn bureaucratic this place is once you try and send in a requisition for
supplies. First you'll have to fill out a form that authorizes you to propose
a requisition. Then you have to fill out your requisition proposal form and
get it stamped. Then you'll have to fill out a form to get the supply
committee to hear your proposal and so on and so forth. By the time you have
the paper work sorted out a millennia later, you'll realize that your supply
plan needs revising. Then the whole process will start all over again. Except
this time, you'll have to fill out a proposal to change your previous plan
along with the proposal for the new plan."

"But isn't voting liberation just a waste of my vote." Adrian asked. "After
all, third political parties never survive."

"You know, before you dammed Americans came along we had a thriving political
system with no parties and a sense of decency. Now those of us that work in
hell are oppressed more than the souls that are supposed to be tortured here."
the demon scoffed at Adrian. "Now let me tell you what you are going to do. I
want you to go back to Earth and cause trouble. Specifically, we want you to
tempt people and then punish them if they accept. Person by person, I want
you inspiring chaos in every American you come across. Now, on Earth you'll
take the form of a raggedy old man who sells tonics and potions that always
end up backfiring on the buyer." the demon said.

"I suppose I'll be operating in a dusty old shop in an urban mall." Adrian
asked.

"Shut up! This is not that kind of story." the demon said.

"Well, if it isn't, it sure seems like the author of our 'story' is pretty
damn unoriginal." Adrian remarked.

"That may be true, but if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't exist. Besides, every
work of fiction boils down to three main stories anyway. Now, back to what I
was saying. You'll be put on Earth with various potions and vials that will
end up cursing the various customers and causing them to be lustful and evil.
Now, back to Earth with you."

Adrian agreed and decided it would be an excellent opportunity to explore his
breast expansion fetish. He'd always wanted to become one of those little
demons who granted wishes that backfired. He figured he'd start with college
girls and move on from there.

Adrian, contemplating his plan, walked into the Earth portal feeling sorry for
all the sinners in hell, as well as anyone who mistakenly got sent there due
to demon error, the reversal of the magnetic poles, or the year 2000 computer
glitch.

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Brenda awoke to one of the most horrid sights she had ever seen, herself.
Brenda couldn't believe that last night wasn't a dream. She hoped that
everything might have just been a nightmare, but a heavy weight on her chest
reminded her that she wasn't dreaming at all. She had been cursed and there
wasn't a thing she could do about it. A cursory examination of her clothing
revealed that she was wearing the same exact clothing that she had on last
night. She quickly flung it all off, but once again the clothes started
changing. Brenda saw her tennis shoes change colors, texture, and shape. They
gradually turned themselves into a complete replica of her three-inch pumps.
Brenda's shirt and jeans did the same. It seemed that she'd be cursed to
wearing the same pair of clothes for the rest of her life.

Brenda stomped her foot on the ground in defiance and anger, but the only
result was a jiggling parade of tit flesh that seemed to go on for hours.
Brenda, reminded of just how large her new breasts were, stormed out of her
dorm infuriated. She didn't know where she wanted to go or what she wanted to
do, but she just wanted to get away from her mirror. It was one thing to have
a nice pair of D-cup boobs, but quite another to have a pair of cantaloupes
sticking to her chest. D-cup breasts would fill a sweater or dress out nicely.
It would accentuate her curves and make her look wonderfully feminine. Brenda
doubted any dress or sweater was made for her new tits. She only saw them as
a monstrosity. She'd heard the stories of big-breasted women before. They all
said that once the D-cup mark is passed, appreciative looks and nice comments
turn into freakish leers and rude remarks.

Brenda went back in her dorm before the people on her wing got suspicious.
She grabbed a history book and took off toward the elevator. Hoping to get
some peace and quiet with her book, Brenda went to the lobby and headed off
toward the lounge. Since it was a Sunday, Brenda figured there wouldn't be
anyone in the lounge area. The only people who bothered to study on a Sunday
morning were people in their rooms. She didn't think anyone would leave to
come down to the lounge.

"Hi. I think you need to either leave or go get your friend." someone told
Brenda as she entered the lounge, realizing that her assumption was incorrect.

"What." Brenda asked, visibly annoyed.

"Here at Mojave residence hall, we have a policy. All non-residents must be
escorted at all times by a resident. You need to either leave or find your
friend and stick with them." the person said.

Brenda recognized the man as one of the desk assistants, who obviously didn't
recognize Brenda's new looks. "Look, I live here. I'm in room 544. Now just
leave me alone."

"I know pretty much everyone in the building and I don't know you."

"Hey, fuck you! I told you I live here, now get the fuck away from me you
little shit." Brenda, now extremely annoyed, said.

"I'm gonna write you up you big-titted bitch." the desk assistant said to her.

"Oooo  I'm so afraid of you. I can say whatever the fuck I want asshole." The
desk assistant, annoyed that this girl tried to challenge his authority walked
closer and shoved her down onto one of the couches.

"Hey watch the hands you fucking pervert." Brenda screamed out. Pissed off
that this guy just pushed her, she kicked her leg out and tripped him as he
walked back to the desk. The desk assistant fell flat on his face.

"I'm gonna kill you bitch!"

Brenda, after hearing this, ran out of the lounge toward a more public area.
Her breasts bounced up and down as she ran out of the lounge. She knew the
guy would be behind her, so she ran into the elevator and pressed "5",
followed by "Door Close".

The desk assistant ended up slamming into the closing elevator door. Brenda
laughed at him through the door and said, "See you in hell, asshole!"

The desk assistant walked back toward his desk and resolved to get revenge on
the "bimbo from 544." Brenda, now safe in the elevator, noticed the sensation
of transformation start again. She realized that tripping the desk assistant
constituted wrath. Looking down at her body, she saw her breasts heave out in
expanse. Her shirt stretched out with it, barely containing her new set of
tits. Now, with her tits easily being the size of volleyballs, Brenda felt
like a huge-breasted freak. Her shirt was now more like a bra, struggling to
contain her bosom's expanse. Brenda's nipples pressed hard into the newly
transformed top and were easily visible through the stretched-thin fabric.
Although it didn't look like it, her new top securely held Brenda's chest in
place.

When the elevator stopped at the top floor, Brenda's chest began quivering
for what seemed like forever to Brenda. Each step she took toward her dorm
was almost as bad, causing her breasts to quake with motion. Even tip-toeing
caused her chest to heave in motion. Brenda's center of gravity, which,
throughout the last two days has been constantly moving upward, caused her to
feel uncomfortable walking. She just couldn't get used to the new sensation
of having a ton of weight concentrated up on her chest.

Jeri was shocked as she saw the "new Brenda" walk into her dorm room after
only a short time downstairs. "Jesus Christ, girl! What did you do? Kill
someone?"

"No." Brenda replied with a scowl. "I just tripped this DA who was being a
dick. He actually pushed me. I could sue his ass and get him fired."

"You should." Jeri encouraged her.

"I have larger concerns at the moment, Jeri. The last thing I need is a
lawsuit. Maybe I'll do something if I get some free time. I'm not about to
start suing people until I find someway to get this growth under control. I
can't be expanding every single time I get pissed off at someone. It just
isn't going to work."

"Well you'll have to find that old guy and get him to take the spell off or
something. Otherwise well, you know."

"Yeah, I do know. I'll be ruined. I already look like a Barbie doll. If I
don't fix this, I'll end up even worse."

"Brenda, you are way past Barbie. You used to look like a Barbie doll. Now
you're looking more like a twig with tits. I mean look at yourself! You are
way past any normal proportions. Your waist is impossibly thin, your hips are
flaring out, and your tits are almost as big as pumpkins. I'm sorry, but that
isn't even remotely human looking. I hate to break it to you like this, but
you look more like a circus freak than a woman."

"Well fuck you." Brenda screamed at Jeri. "I can't believe this." Brenda said
sporadically, her voice affected by heavy crying. Brenda ran to her bed and
planted her head on her pillow and continued to cry. Jeri, although feeling
sorry for her roommate, couldn't help but find it funny at the difficulty
Brenda had just lying face down on her bed. As Brenda put weight down on her
breasts, they pancaked out on her bed, spreading in all directions. Taking up
more width than Brenda's torso, Jeri shook her head at the big-titted bimbo
her roommate had become. Although she still had her mental faculties, no one
would see Brenda for anything else than a sex object. Jeri knew Brenda would
spend the rest of her life gradually growing as she committed sin after sin.
She might have a successful career in T&A films, but no one else would take
her seriously.

Neither of them could see or hear him, but floating outside the dorm window
was an old man laughing hysterically, trying to guess what sin Brenda would
commit next.

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Brenda quietly opened the door to her room, thinking her roommate might be
asleep, but was greeted to a friendly, "Howdy ho miss shape-shifter." from
Jeri.

"Cut that out." Brenda replied, even though she was quite amused.

"So how did your little adventure go." Jeri asked. "Obviously it didn't go
too well because you came back without a man."

"Only because I chose to come back without a man. You should have seen them.
They were like buzzards over a dead elephant. Each was trying their hardest
to try and get me to go back up home with them. It was absurd. They were each
okay in the looks department, but I decided I want to play around with some
more changes." Brenda explained.

"Oh shit! I just got an idea! You said you could change your clothes as well
as your body, right."  Jeri asked enthusiastically.

"Yeah, that's right." Brenda replied.

"So why don't you make a diamond-filled dress? You know, like the kind the
movie stars always wear to the Oscars." Jeri explained.

"That's a great idea." Brenda said, moving toward the mirror. Brenda looked
into the mirror and imagined herself with a dress made from diamonds. Sure
enough, it appeared on her, glistening in the light. Jeri told Brenda to take
the dress off and pluck off a few diamonds for her. Brenda did so, changing
back into a normal outfit. Brenda and Jeri both went to work removing the
diamonds from the dress. Brenda got another idea, though, and looked back
into the mirror. Atop her head, a gorgeous crown appeared that rivaled the
ones worn by medieval kings and queens.

Brenda removed the crown and showed it to Jeri. "You thought the dress was a
good idea, take a look at this!" Brenda looked back in the mirror, about to
imagine more items of wealth that attached to the body, only to find an image
of the old man looking back at her.

"I warned you not to abuse the power, but you didn't heed my advice! Now
you'll feel the consequences for this and every future sin. You foolish
little girl! It didn't take you more than three hours before you sinned. Most
usually go at least a week." said the haunting voice from the mirror. Brenda
continued to look in the mirror, only to see the man disappear and her own
body reappear in its place. A sense of dread overtook Brenda as she
unsuccessfully tried to change her hair color and her outfit.

"I've lost the power." Brenda said frantically. "Oh my God! I can't believe
it. I just lost the power!"

"What did he mean by 'feel the consequences' of your sins." Jeri asked,
confused.

"When he gave me the power, he explained that if I sinned I would lose the
power and changes would happen on their own." Brenda told Jeri.

"What kind of changes." Jeri asked.

"I have no idea. I guess next time I sin I'll find out. I don't plan on it,
though. I don't want to become ugly or anything." Brenda said.

"Good idea." Jeri explained. "Oh well. I guess it was fun while it lasted. At
least you got to change into that body before you lost the power. It won't be
bad at all to live in a body like that. Besides, the money we make from
selling these jewels and that crown will allow both of us to live in luxury
for the rest of our lives."

"No kidding. You forget one thing, though. The money will allow me to live
comfortably for the rest of my life. You had nothing to do with it." Brenda
explained as she snapped the crown and dress back from Jeri.

Just as Brenda finished grabbing the dress and crown, she started to feel
nauseous. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up." she said. Brenda looked up at the
mirror to find that she was experiencing some changes. Her hair changed from
dusty blonde to a pure blonde, her waist thinned a bit more and her breasts
surged out farther. Brenda cupped her hands around her newly enlarged tits to
find that they had increased to the size of melons. The changes didn't stop,
however. Brenda watched the mirror only to see that her clothes started to
change as well. The v-cut on Brenda's shirt became harsher, exposing more of
her breasts for the world to see. It also lost fabric on the bottom, exposing
her cute navel and beautifully toned abs. Brenda could also see her skirt
recede several inches, exposing more of her thighs.

"You still do have the power." Jeri blurted out.

"You don't understand, Jeri. I didn't do that. That just happened on its own.
It did it by itself. I had nothing to do with it!"

"Well  I guess we figured out what happens when you sin." Jeri said jokingly.
"You turn into a big breasted bimbo."

"Ha ha ha." Brenda said sarcastically. "This isn't funny. I don't want to go
around the rest of my life with tits this big. These things are just too
large. D-cup tits are nice, but these are just outrageous."

"Well." Jeri replied, "that'll show you not to be a greedy bitch."

"That's not really a fair characterization, you know. I was just trying to
cash in on my misfortune. If I can't have the power, I thought I could at
least have some money." Brenda said in her defense.

"Well I guess you were wrong. So, you better give me back that crown and
dress and I'll go sell 'em." Jeri told Brenda.

"I've already been punished once. I don't think it'll happen again." Brenda
said.

"Yeah, but are you willing to take that chance." Jeri asked. "After all, who
knows what you'll look like if you try to be a greedy bitch again."

"Oh fine. You take it. I'm tired of your insults, though. At least I can fix
my clothes." Brenda said, taking off her shirt.

"Jesus Christ." Jeri said, looking at Brenda's new melon-sized breasts. "Those
puppies are just enormous. It's a good thing that bra expanded with your tits,
or else you'd be in big trouble."

"Yeah, whatever." Brenda replied. Brenda pulled out a tee shirt from her
drawer and put it on, glad that she was rid of the other shirt. After the
shirt was completely on, however, it started changing. After about ten
seconds, it had completely transformed into the shirt she had on before.
"Oh my God." Brenda said, before passing out.

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Brenda walked out of her dorm and headed toward the end of the wing. She
pressed the button from the elevator and listened as the elevator made it's
slow ascent to the fifth floor of Brenda's dorm. Brenda didn't want to go out
to a club this late, but she figured she'd try out her new looks downstairs
in the dorm's own recreation center.

She got in the elevator and pushed the cold metal button for the basement.
The elevator made its way toward the basement, but stopped on the third floor
for a couple. Brenda smiled at the two and noticed that both had their
attention focused on Brenda's cleavage as they entered the elevator. Brenda
politely asked what floor they wanted and they both replied "one please."
Brenda pushed the button and continued to stare forward, but noticed through
her peripheral vision that the guy was eyeing her up while the girl looked at
her date with disappointment. The elevator reached the lobby and they both
exited while Brenda mentally smiled at her newfound ability to demand the
attention of onlookers.

The elevator door closed and the descent continued until the basement was
reached. Brenda stepped out into the haven of loud music, foosball, pool and
video games. Brenda, who was decent enough at pool, spotted an open table and
cued up. Before she was even able to break, several guys approached her and
asked if they could play on the table. Brenda said she was playing eight ball
and offered to play against one of them. Since there were five guys there,
four would be losers had it not been for the suggestion that team eight ball
could be played. Brenda agreed, but that still meant two guys had to go.

"Listen guys, this is my table, so I'm not leaving. You guys work out which
two get to play somewhere else." Brenda told the pack. The guys looked at
each other and walked over to a corner of the room to settle their
differences. Three guys returned to play with Brenda and, not surprisingly,
they happened to be the three biggest of the five. It seems that threatened
with a fight, the two smaller males backed off. It was the age-old struggle
for mating dominance and the two weakest lost out.

As one of the guys racked up the balls, Brenda picked the teams and was told
that she should break. Brenda agreed and moved toward the end of the table to
take her shot. The whole room's attention was focused on her as she bent over
to take her shot. The three guys, having strategically positioned themselves
on the opposite side of the table, got a picturesque view of Brenda's D-cup
wonders. The view from behind was quite breathtaking as well.

The pool game progressed in the same manner as the break. It was pretty
uneventful until it was Brenda's turn to take a shot. Then the entire room's
attention would focus on her while she leaned over the table, exposing her
awe-inspiring cleavage, to make her shot. No one cared at all about the game,
least of all the three guys in it. Brenda loved the reaction she got out of
everyone in the room. After several games, Brenda remarked that she'd be
heading back home. She turned down the three guys she was playing with along
with some other courageous guys who had been watching her playing pool. Her
excuse was that she needed some sleep, but she just wanted to go make a few
more changes. Brenda figured it'd be fun to try out several different "looks"
and see which one got the best response from the guys.

Brenda made her way back to her dorm without to many leering eyes, but one
guy, who was obviously a bit drunk, grabbed her breasts on the elevator ride
up. "You've got some nice titbags." he said as she got off the elevator.
Brenda slapped him and continued on her way to the dorm. She knew she could
call the cops or file a complaint, but she was hardly in the mood to fill out
forms that night. She was too anxious to return to her room and try out her
power a bit more.

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Brenda made a mental note to evaluate her actions more carefully in order to
avoid the curse that went with her new ability. Eager and curious to see how
it worked, Brenda made her way over to her dorm's small wall mirror. She
looked in it and decided to test out the ability with something small. She
looked at her hair and imagined it changing colors from brunette to blonde.
She firmly believed in the "blondes have more fun" stereotype, so she decided
she'd try out being a blonde for awhile. The change from brunette to blonde
lasted about ten seconds. Brenda was amazed at the woman that was staring
back at her. Her new hair looked exactly like she had envisioned it in her
imagination. She wasn't at all sure why she was surprised. After all, she
didn't doubt her power, but something in the back of her head made her think
the old man was a phony. Her suspicion was quickly dismissed with the success
of her transformation, though.

Brenda jumped up on her bed and lay down, thinking about all the different
aspects she could change about herself. Her train of thought was interrupted
when she heard the rattling of keys and her doorknob turning. She looked over
to see her roommate, Jeri, returning home.

"I guess things didn't work out with you and Brian if you are home this
early." Jeri said.

"He didn't even show up. The bastard ." Brenda commented with a tone of
disgust.

"Ahh, I see. Well, it looks like you went out and dyed your hair instead.
I didn't know any salons were open at this time of night." Jeri said.

"I didn't go to a salon. It's a long story, but I'll try to give you a recap.
I met this strange old coot who gave me the power to magically change any
part of my body or clothing. Now, I know you aren't going to believe me, so
I'll show you." Brenda said as she got up and walked toward the room's mirror.
She looked into the mirror and they both watched in amazement as Brenda's
cloths changed from a nice dating outfit into cutoff jean-shorts and a tee
shirt. Brenda's hair also reverted to brunette, its natural color. "There. I
told you so." Brenda said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Holy shit! This is amazing. Have you tried it with anything else? How'd you
get it? Where can I get it? Damn." Jeri said at a rip-roaring pace.

"Calm down. I just finished using it when you walked in. I haven't done
anything else, but I'm going to try soon. I just want to think of something
first." Brenda replied.

"Wow. That is so cool." Jeri told Brenda.

"Yeah, no kidding. I think I'm going to do a complete make over now. Watch
this." Brenda remarked. Brenda looked in the mirror and concentrated. Her
hair turned back to a dusty blonde and she gained four inches, bring her to
five feet ten inches. Brenda continued to concentrate on herself and removed
all hair follicles from her legs, arms and armpits. She concentrated even
more and felt the actual roots of the hair removed as well. Brenda continued
by removing a birthmark on her left leg. Pleased with her initial changes,
Brenda persisted on. "Watch this." she said to Jeri. Brenda looked back at
the mirror and saw the freckles, which adorned her face and body, disappear.
After removing the blemishes, Brenda gave her skin a darker tan and made sure
to remove her bikini lines. Her skin was now free from any kind of
discoloration or blemish.

"Oh damn." Jeri said, watching in amazement at Brenda's changes. "That was
too much. This is the greatest thing I've seen since makeup. I've gotta get
this."

"You ain't seen nothing yet! I've got much more to do." Brenda exclaimed.
Brenda turned her attention back to the mirror and concentrated on her
breasts. She felt exhilarated as her B-cup tits billowed out, passing C-cup
and into the realm of full D-cups. Brenda's bra and shirt complained by
tightening, but Brenda fixed that with a change in her clothes. Her tee shirt
transformed into a nice shirt with a very generous v-plunge. Her bra
responded to the changes by expanding outward in order to contain Brenda's
new D-cup wonders. Brenda, feeling she should show a bit more cleavage,
changed her bra into a tight push-up that embellished her new curves.

Brenda, still in the mood for more change, turned around and faced her ass
toward the mirror. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror and commanded
her ass to tighten and firm. It responded, making the view from behind almost
as much of a treat as from the front. Brenda, overjoyed, continued. Her waist
thinned and her legs smoothed. Brenda felt a miniskirt would be more
appropriate with her new look, so her cutoff jean shorts changed into one of
the tightest miniskirts Brenda had ever imagined possible. Brenda and Jeri
both looked in the mirror in amazement as the bombshell Brenda had become.
Brenda was dressed to kill and had the body to match.

"Whoa!" Jeri said, still in amazement of Brenda's power and new looks. "That
is so impressive. I guess you never have to worry about getting stood up
again. Any guy who would stand you up now would be either gay or blind. With
looks like that you could have every guy in town. Just take your pick, shit.
I can't believe it. I would kill to look like that." Jeri said in awe.

"Pretty trippy, eh." Brenda joked, peering into the mirror to check her
outfit. "I just got the coolest idea. I'll check ya later. I'm going out."
Brenda told Jeri.

Jeri just stood at the door with her mouth open, thinking she'd wake up from
a dream any second now. This just defied belief.

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There are thousands of on line dating sites all over the world.  Obviously finding a date online wouldn't be of any value if you could never find anyone who you can actually meet up with, and so all internet dating services offer some kind of localized search function, usually by zip code.

Not all of the top dating sites in the world will be of value to your specific area since many offer searches that are restricted to a particular country. For example, many of the top sites only offer local dating searches in the U.S.  Of course, there are also many worldwide dating sites that are technically local dating sites since they have a complete country, state and city search function.

When it comes to working out which of the top tier online dating services also act as local dating sites, all you can do is experiment by using their search function for your local area. 

There are pros and cons between using larger sites and more local oriented sites. Some people prefer to use the larger on line dating services because they feel that they offer a little more anonymity amongst the crowd.  Some people trust the larger sites more than smaller, local dating sites. You may find there are many profiles from your local area on the larger dating sites for these are similar reasons. 

Naturally local dating sites that are actually specific to your area will only have profiles of people in that area.  Your profile will stand out more readily in a local dating site that caters only to your immediate area as will the profiles of others in your local area.  The benefit may be that you are able to find someone closer to you more readily.  It is however impossible to make a blanket statement regarding this since there are literally thousands of on line dating sites and there may be more than one that cater to your area.

If you're looking for a local dating site that caters only to your specific local area, then you will need to search for it online.  Be aware that many of the larger online dating sites will also cater to your area and so if you search for a broad term such as "local dating sites" your initial search results will probably be comprised of larger online dating sites that cater to a local area somewhere.  For this reason you will need to narrow your search criteria.

Decide what you're looking for from a local dating site and narrow your search terms to match your goals. For example, searching for "local dating sites" will deliver broad results, whilst searching for "Santa Barbara single women" will be more likely to locate search results from websites that list profiles of single women in the Santa Barbara area.  If you're looking only to date a person with a specific religious faith, a search term such as "Santa Barbara single Christian women" may help you to find a local dating site more suitable to your needs.

Fortunately the online dating world is very competitive and for this reason it won't take you long to find either a local dating site that has many members or a broader, larger site that caters to your local area that also has many members.  There are many single people out there and online dating is the preferred method for meeting people these days.  With a little searching, you'll find the local dating site that works for you.

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Chapter I: The Gift

Brenda hated walking back from the movies. In between her dormitory and the
movie theater was a very bad section of town. Drug dealers, vagrants and
prostitutes frequented the place. She would have felt better had she been
walking back with her date, but he never showed up to meet her at the movie.
She told herself not to date one of the animals from Delta House, but she
hadn't gone out with anyone in a month. Now that she did find someone, he
didn't bother to show up for the movie. She knew why he didn't show up. She
was positive it was another girl. The guys of Delta House had a reputation of
asking out every girl they could find and then just choosing to go out with
the best looking one that accepted their offer. After tonight's incident,
though, she wouldn't ever accept a date from one of those animals ever again.

As Brenda approached the bad section of town, her pace quickened and her
adrenaline started pumping. She gripped her purse with the strength of a vice
and walked as fast as she could through the area. Brenda, who by now was fully
alert, went into fight or flight mode as she heard a homeless man ruffling
through the trash. She walked faster as she passed the alley and was now
almost in a complete run.

Brenda looked ahead and saw what was obviously a gang. They were still pretty
far ahead of her, but they'd notice her soon if she didn't do something. Her
only other alternative would be to cut through an ally to her left. She knew
the ally would cut through to the next street, but it was obvious that there
were some people in the ally. She decided she'd take her chances with the
ally rather than the gang.

As she walked through the ally, Brenda knew she'd be an excellent target for
rape if she took her chances with the gang. Brenda stood five foot six inches
tall and had an excellent figure. She had a nice round ass with perky B-cup
breasts. Brenda dressed well for her date that night, and feared that would
only encourage a gang to rape her.

Brenda approached the end of the ally, but before she could exit an old man
blocked her path. "Hello Ms. Jenson," the man said as he moved to make sure
she couldn't pass.

"Please let me go," Brenda said, her voice filled with fear.

"Don't worry miss. I have no intention on harming you. I want to help you. In
fact, I'd like to grant one of your deepest wishes. I can also get you out of
here. Please, just invite me into your home and we can talk there," the old
man said.

"Just let me go. Please," Brenda pleaded.

"I will. Just say 'take me home' and I will let you go," the old man insisted.

"Fine. Take me home. Now please--," Brenda said as she was cut off. Before
she could finish her sentence, Brenda and the old man both appeared in her
dorm. "What just happened," Brenda asked.

"Simple. You asked me to 'take you home' and I did so," the old man replied.
"Remember, I'm here to help you."

"Who are you? How did you do these things," Brenda asked in confusion.

"Also very simple. I have been put on this Earth to help people. I'm from
the afterlife you see. I wish to help you. You happened to run into me and
you were distressed, so I figured I would help you," the old man said.

"Oh my God! Oops I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to take the lord's
name in vain. Wow. I better start going to Church. I just figured all that
was made up. I didn't really believe in religion much. Oh wow," said Brenda,
who was so excited she couldn't compose her thoughts. "How are you going to
help me? I mean if you still want to help me?"

"I do still want to help you. As I look deep into your soul, I find that envy
is your biggest sin. You are very modest, kind, caring, loving, and generous.
You don't seem to be content with what you have, however," the old man told
her.

"Nonsense," Brenda said. "I know I'm not rich, but I don't have much need for
wealth. Sure, I might have a passing want for money now and then, but I don't
let it rule my life."

"I don't mean that kind of envy. You want something else entirely. There is
no use pretending around me. You are extremely envious of other women. You
want the power to simply look at a man and have him lust after you. You want
men to keep their dates with you and not break them for some other sorority
bimbo. You want a body that is only given to several hundred women around the
world. Please, stop me if I'm wrong," the old man told her.

"No, you're right. That is what I want. How could you possibly help me with
that?" Brenda asked.

"What if I told you that I could give you the ability to change the shape of
your body at will along with the clothes that you were wearing," the old man
asked. "How would that sound?"

"You're serious? You'd really do that," Brenda asked.

"I would," the old man replied. "There would just be one small catch. In
return for my generosity, you would need to promise not to sin. That means
you could no longer commit any acts of wrath, gluttony, envy, avarice, pride,
sloth or lust. Doing any of these would result in you losing your power and a
bastardization of it being performed on your body. You'd become a mockery of
your vision. This is serious, but I'm sure you can control yourself," the old
man explained.

"I'll take it! After all, I wouldn't have anything to envy if I changed my
body to my image of perfection," Brenda said with confidence.

"Very well. Simply look in a mirror and think of what you would like changed
and it will happen. You must be looking at mirror in order to control the
changes, however." the old man explained to her. The old man's eyes lighted
up a bright red. The light became brighter until the entire room was
illuminated with red light. Brenda closed her eyes, blinded by the bright
light, and waited for the light to pass. She opened her eyes a bit to squint
and saw that the bright light was gone. She opened her eyes completely to
find that the man had disappeared as well. A strange voice that vaguely
sounded like the old man's filled the room, "Remember my warning Brenda, do
not succumb to sin."

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Some people will answer this question by recommending you avoid free on line dating websites.  However many of the reasons why these people feel adversely about free on line dating websites relates to myth rather than fact, just as it did years ago about on line dating in general.  Myths aside, the major somewhat credible reason is not really a major issue at all it is quite a manageable concern if you are simply responsible with your actions.

In a nutshell the major issue people worry about regarding free on line dating sites is that they tend to attract more undesirables than paid dating sites.  The concern is somewhat valid since not having to pay makes it easier for those who have no real serious commitment to get involved.  Add this to the issue that many free on line dating websites operate with more relaxed screening processes and yes, free on line dating websites can become a home for those who you should keep your eye out for. 

Of course, this is not a unique issue localized to free on line dating websites.  Paid sites also must have processes in place to deal with the issue of undesirables, albeit to a lesser degree.  It is also not an issue restricted to the on line dating world since in the real world people have been cheating, lying and acting unscrupulous since the dawn of time.  You see, free on line dating is no different than any other method of dating except that by being free it often comes with more of a relaxed sign up process and through that may attract more people who are not entirely honest.

In other words, free on line dating websites are really no different than the experience you might have upon paying money to a dating service or from what you might experience in a real world dating environment like a bar.  Given that, there really is no reason why you should avoid free on line dating websites and, if you take care, there are benefits to using them.

If you're new to the on line dating scene then free on line dating websites offer you the very real opportunity to test the water.  Just like on paid sites or in the real world, any risk you take in utilizing such services comes down to how responsible you are with your own personally identifiable information.  If you are careful to take things slow, to gauge the scene, and to interact by divulging plenty of broad information about your likes and dislikes and very little information about your real name, address, and other information that can identify who you are, then the risk to you is no more than it would be anywhere else.  In fact, it can even be arguable that it is a lot less.

Additionally, because the on line dating industry is a growing, multi-million dollar one, there are many businesses vying for their share.  Many of these begin by making their services free so that they can attract clientele.  There are also free on line dating services that allow you to post a profile and to access other people's profiles, but that won't allow you to chat with other people unless you pay.  These types of free on line dating services provide you a relatively low risk opportunity to check out the service and see if it has other users who you might like to get to know before you pay a cent.

Further, there are many people like you who perhaps aren't 100% sure about on line dating in general and, rather than hand over their credit card details, prefer to try for free before they commit any money.  For this reason the free on line dating service industry may offer more opportunity to meet that special someone simply because there are more people willing to try using it.  In other words, there are pros and cons and honestly, if you're always careful, the pros outweigh the cons.

If in the end you are still not sure about that last statement, most paid on line dating services offer a free trial period or free pass.  A free trial is different to a free on line dating service because at some point you are going to have to commit to payment, but it does give you a temporary means to compare what the paid sites have to offer compared to the free on line dating services that you might be considering.  

The rule of thumb is if you're seeking a free on line dating service don't hand over your personal details or credit card until you are sure you know what you're doing.  Be cautious about rushing into things, take your time getting a "feel" for the service, and compare it to other services both free and paid.  Some people report bad experiences with paid on line dating services whilst others report wonderful experiences with free on line dating services.  It is all relative and, in the end, your successful on line dating experience ultimately depends on how responsible you are with using either type of service.

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You might be surprised to learn that it is significantly easier to obtain a date using an online dating service than virtually any other method of dating.  This is because there are literally millions of single men and women already online looking for friendship, fun and romance.  To find a potential date you simply need to visit one or more online dating services where these singles post their profiles, post your own, and then begin by interacting with those that capture your interest.

Of course, there are a few things you should bear in mind before you make the decision to join or register with an online dating service.  First and foremost is to decide what specifically you are looking for from your date.  There are many different dating services and many of these cater specifically to different needs.  The more defined your dating goals are, the easier it will be for you to choose the right dating service to suit you and the more successful and enjoyable your experience with the online dating service will be. 

For example, some online dating services cater to singles looking to find long-term serious relationships, whilst other dating services specialize in helping singles who are primarily looking for partners who are more interested in friendship and fun.  There are also dating services who actively work to match you with your ideal partner, and then there are those who will help you find other singles of a certain religious faith or ethnicity.  There are many types of dating services to choose from.

Once you know what you're looking for from a dating service it is simply a case of finding the dating service that matches what you're looking for. You will find that there are free dating services and there are dating services that require a joining or monthly membership fee.  You should keep in mind that the online dating service industry is a multi-million dollar one and for this reason there are many businesses all over the world attempting to get their share.  Just like in real life, you should be carefully selective of the online dating service you choose to give your business to, whether it is a free service or not.

Fortunately most billed dating services that require a fee also offer free trial periods that allow you to experiment with their dating service.  Using a free trial period will enable you to not only learn the ropes of interacting with their service, but to decide if it's the right one for you.  Just be sure that you don't hand out all of your private and personal information until such time as you are comfortable that the dating service is the one for you.

Proceed slowly, experiment, and evaluate all of the dating services you can to determine which dating service is the one that you feel most comfortable with.  Once you do, you will find yourself on a date with a well matched friend or potential partner in no time.

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