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  GENDER SWAPPED

  Volume Two

  Men Becoming Women

  Sophie Pert

  Copyright © 2018 by Sophie Pert

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.

  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  This book is meant for sale to adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and language which may be considered offensive. All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen (18) years of age or older.

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  Table of Contents

  Swapped Sitter: Switching Bodies with a Beautiful Stranger

  Getting Dirty: Switching Bodies with the Hot Lady Mechanic

  Becoming the Criminal: Dirty Cop Body Swapped with a Sexy Thief

  Losing Control: Alpha Male Transformed into a Naive Young Woman

  Switched in the Forest: Swapping Bodies with my Best Friends Wife

  Reality Show Body Swap: Switched with a Beautiful Woman on Live TV

  Swapped with the Stuck Up Girl: Ruining her Reputation

  Gender Swap Competition: Loser Becomes a Lady

  Turned into a Sexy Redhead: Swapped and Seduced by an Older Man

  Gender Swapped by my Girlfriend: Becoming a Woman for Her

  Swapped Sitter: Switching Bodies with a Beautiful Stranger

  My night out went fantastically. Better than any night out I’d ever had before.

  I’d never had the most luck when it came to getting along with the fairer sex. Usually nights out for me meant trying and failing to get a girl's attention until she drifted off into the arms of another guy.

  Which was why last night was so much better.

  In all my years of drinking in bars I had never once had a girl buy a drink for me, but it seemed like from the moment I sat down she only had eyes for me. The drink appeared right in front of me and the bartender pointed out the girl who had bought it for me.

  She was gorgeous, a complete knockout.

  Her hair was long, dark and straight. It framed a face that was undeniably cute as a button, but still had a sensuality to it that drew you in. She had big dark eyes and full pillowy lips, all set in a round face that looked youthful and a little mischievous. Her body was amazing, wide hips and long legs, a stomach so unbelievably flat and a tiny waist. All of it seemed to be exaggeratedly small just because of how bountiful her breasts were. They looked huge and soft and pillowy, so big they couldn’t help but bounce and jiggle with her every slight movement.

  This stranger was surprisingly dressed down for a friday night out at a bar. Sure it wasn’t anyplace fancy but this was a college bar and most of the ladies here liked to really dress up for a night out. She had apparently settled on a loose fitting white t-shirt and a pair of cut off jean shorts. Not that anyone was complaining, the shirt was short enough and loose enough that you could see her flat stomach, and the shorts were so high cut that her creamy smooth thighs were on full display.

  I’m sure everyone in the bar only had eyes for her.

  She, meanwhile, only had eyes for me.

  The drink appeared in front of me as soon as I sat down and it was oddly exactly my drink. This was doubly weird considering I wasn’t exactly a regular at this bar, but once I caught sight of who sent the drink all thoughts of weirdness just faded into the distance.

  With a smile she took my breath away.

  She stood and closed the distance between us and as she moved it felt like she was floating, like she was something more, something ethereal. She drifted towards me and the whole time I felt like I was falling towards her. Every eye in the bar seemed drawn to her, watching her close the distance between us.

  “Hi,” she said with a shy smile, her voice high and tinkling like windchimes brushed in a breeze.

  I stuttered a hello in response and she giggled lightly at my embarrassment.

  She put me at ease almost immediately, with her shy smiles and her demure glances. Everything else faded away and she drew things out of me, easy flowing conversation that seemed to bubble forth from me in a way I’d never experienced before. I told her about my life, my classes, my family and she smiled and absorbed it all, eyes alight and genuine interest on her face.

  We spoke for what felt like hours and when she finally said the words, “Do you want to get out of here?” I just nodded and followed her.

  We walked to my dorm room in silence, just the two of us in the chill night air. It was dark, the campus felt still and quiet, and she seemed like something out of a dream. It seemed almost like there was a faint glow on her skin, like she was just on the other side of reality from me.

  Not a word passed between us as we made our way to my dorm room and inside.

  Until it was just us alone in the centre of my room.

  She stepped into me and I noticed for the first time how slight she seemed, how much she seemed like tissue caught in a beam of light, floating quietly.

  Then she kissed me and all of that faded away.

  Our bodies moved, automatic and in silence they worked on each other. Her hands on my arms, her breasts pressing against my chest, her lips pressing urgently into mine. I placed my hands lightly on her hips, holding her there as my lips pressed against hers again and again.

  Then she moved quickly, her nimble fingers pulling the clothes from me with an easy familiarity. Working until I was bare before her.

  Absent was the usual embarrassment that came along with being naked in front of my partner for the first time, she had me totally at ease.

  She moved me, gently guiding me to sit on the bed, tilting my chin to look up at her. She stepped back, and when she was sure I had her full attention she undressed. SHe took her time, slowly swaying her hips back and forth to a silent music as she peeled each piece of clothing from herself.

  Her shirt, baring her flat stomach and bra clad breasts to me. Her shorts, showing off the black panties wiht white trim she wore and the fullness of her hips. Her bra, revealing her breasts hovering with little sag and nipples that seemed to cry out to be touched. Her panties, uncovering her pert pussy lips and a dusting of light hair.

  Then she stepped to me, sliding her body on top of mine as we slid back to lie on the bed.

  She straddled me and looked down at me with a wistful smile as she reached between her legs to grasp my shaft and line it up. With a single drop she impaled herself on me.

  She felt amazing, tight and wet and warm. The walls of her sex hugged me and throbbed around my hard shaft.

  I saw her rise and fall on top of me, lifting herself and impaling herself again and again as she rode me. Her breasts bounced lightly, seeming to defy gravity as she moved.

  The feeling was amazing, unlike any sex I had ever had before.

  There was a silence between us, like neither of us was willing to even breathe to break it.

  I slid my hands over her body, up her thighs and to her waist. I felt her hands grasp mine and draw them up. She pressed my hands onto her breasts, pushing them into my palms and making me feel their firm fullness.

  I trembled with the sensation.

  I felt her squeezing me, squeezing the walls of her sex around my shaft as she moved faster and harder on top of me. Her brow fur
rowed as she grew overwhelmed. She took one of my hands and slid it up, into the space just above her breasts and let me feel her heart.

  It was pounding in her chest and felt fit to burst.

  Our eyes locked and it was like everything somehow faded and grew brighter all at once. It seemed for all the world like she had a halo around her head, like she was somehow glowing in the dark middle light of the room. And all I could see was her eyes. Her soft brown eyes staring back at me with a sincere need for a connection.

  I felt her explode around me and I did too. Wordlessly I felt the power of my climax wash over me as I pulsed inside of her and she squeezed herself again and again around my shaft.

  We climaxed in silence, never breaking our sight.

  And then it faded and she slid down to lie on me and she felt as light as a feather on top of me as her lips connected with mine and I slipped off to sleep.

  In a moment, just before the darkness of dream took me, I mused idly that this girl was a perfect stranger. That in all the time we had been talking I had found out nothing about her. Nothing about her family, about her history, about her life.

  Not even her name.

  ---

  As I slept I dreamed. I never dreamed but tonight I did.

  It was unlike any dream I had ever had before.

  I was entirely without form, an entity floating in a void.

  The world faded in before me and I saw that it was a long line of pictures. Each picture was framed, each frame was ornate and carved and each one was entirely unique.

  The pictures themselves were my entire life and the first one that lay before me was of me at the bar, watching her approach me.

  I felt something push me from behind and the reaction it caused in me was violent and sudden. I flew forward, towards this picture, and I went crashing through it.

  The layers peeled away from me and I was on the other side, still moving forward, towards a picture of me in class.

  I couldn’t stop myself and I crashed through that picture and the one afterwards. Picture by picture I smashed through all of them, watching my life pass before my eyes backwards.

  Down through college, through high school and elementary and back to childhood before I stopped.

  Stopped on a picture of me as a baby.

  Something tugged on me, pulling me backwards and snapping me back on the path I had just come from. I watched the pictures reform as I flew through their empty frames but this time the pictures that formed were not of me.

  They were of someone else.

  Of someone else's life.

  I sped through their childhood and their school. I watched them grow from a child to a beautiful woman.

  The woman I had spent the night with.

  I watched as she aged, as she met people. As she spent time with someone else.

  I saw the man she was with, saw them together. There was something oh so familiar about him, something I couldn’t place.

  I watched her life continue, until she was older than the young woman I was with. I saw her pregnant.

  Then I saw darkness.

  The pictures receded into the distance as I was pulled away from them and constrained in the dark.

  I was bound there and held until I came crashing back to wakefulness.

  ---

  I gasped as I woke, woke suddenly and shockingly blinking at the bright light of the room. I still felt constrained, still felt held down and it wasn’t until I cast off the bleary reminders of sleep that I realized I had thrashed in my sleep and tangled myself in my sheets.

  I was alone in this room, my companion had stole away in the night. I remembered her wistfully, conjuring up the memory of our night together with a slight smile on my face.

  Best night I’d had in a long time. Possibly best night ever.

  As I tumbled out of bed the last vestiges of my dream faded away in the way that dreams tend to. I was left with a vague sense that I had dreamt, but no concrete memory of what it was that I had dreamed.

  Instead I was focused on my more pressing matters, specifically the fact that I had a terrible taste in my mouth.

  My dorm room didn’t have a sink in it and I was too lazy to pull clothes on in order to get dressed so I grabbed a bottle of mouthwash and took a swig, swishing it around in my mouth while I looked around for something to spit into. I spied an empty cup over by the mirror and shuffled over there, still wrapped up in the sheets from my bed.

  I spat into the cup and still felt terrible, almost hungover which was super weird since I hadn’t even really drank that much last night. I looked at myself in the mirror to try to see if I looked as much like death as a felt.

  You know that thing that happens sometime where you look at something that isn’t quite right and you know that it isn’t right but you can’t quite place it. So you stare and you stare and you try to figure it out and then it hits you all of a sudden and it’s something so big, so absolutely massive, that you had no idea how you could have ever possibly missed it?

  This was one of those moments.

  I was staring into the mirror trying to figure out exactly what looked wrong to me, and when I finally realized it I gasped and let go of the sheets, throwing my hand up over my mouth.

  My decidedly delicate hand over my pouty feminine mouth.

  I was a girl!

  I was a girl?

  I stood there, struggling to understand exactly what I was seeing, trying to process it and make sense of it but all the while the undeniable evidence was staring me right in the face.

  I was a woman.

  Not just any woman, that same woman from last night. She was staring back at me, fully naked with a sheet puddled around her feet and a shocked expression on her face.

  This didn’t make any sense, I took a step back from the mirror and shook my head to try to knock some sense into it but still there she was, staring back at me through the mirror.

  She was just as gorgeous as last night, even cuter in the bright light of the day with her hair a little mussed and her face a little puffy and sleepy. She looked even more like the sort of girl who was just too cute and beautiful to be real.

  But she was real and lifting my hand lifted hers in the mirror so that must mean…

  I was her?

  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her clothes discarded on the floor next to mine and I started to try to put everything together. I remembered being with her last night, her seeming to glow and our mutual climax and then fading off into sleep.

  I remembered her laying down atop me and her feeling as light as a feather.

  And her clothes lying piled in the middle of the room.

  If it wasn’t for the clothes I would have sworn it was all some sort of weird dream, for all I know it still could be.

  I pinched myself. Hard.

  Right on the ribs, grabbing at the skin and yanking it. It hurt so much and it made me jump and I watched her move in the mirror, her breasts jiggling and bouncing in the reflection as her mouth went wide with an O and she gasped out a soft cry of pain.

  But I didn’t notice the pain, that faded away as I watched her breasts swaying and bouncing. I watched as she regained her balance and as she cocked one hip to the side. I watched as her breasts started to rise and fall with her heavy breaths, as her nipples hardened with arousal, as she bit her lip lightly in the reflection.

  The next time she pinched it wasn’t a rib she grabbed, she grasped one of her nipples and pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger. This time her gasp wasn’t a cry of pain at all, and what happened next was unavoidable.

  While her occupied hand continued to play with her breast, feeling the weight of them and the tautness of the skin, her other hand drifted lazily downwards. It traced light circles on her tight tummy and continued its way inexorably down until it danced between her thighs. It lightly brushed the lips of her sex, feeling her arousal already clearly evident by the slight liquid forming on them.

  She brushed
a finger up her slit, tracing a line directly up it and pressing hard on the nub of her clit still hidden inside its hood. The feel of brushing against it was shocking it was so overwhelming. It made my breath catch in my throat and made my knees shake and almost buckle.

  Then I dipped a finger inside and it became so much more.

  I stumbled forward as my fingers plunged deep inside of me. I buried my finger inside of me and placed the other hand flat against the wall, holding me up as I proceeded to pump my fingers in and out of my tight wet pussy.

  The feel of it was nearly overwhelming, making me gasp and tremble as I thrust my fingers into me again and again. In the reflection this strange woman was watching her body, watching the goosebumps break out all over her skin, watching her eyes open wide as she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure being pounded into her, watched her mouth a wide open o as she moaned her pleasure out to the empty room.

  I felt her and felt in the moment and then I was floating away and back somewhere else. I saw flashes of this woman with someone else, someone familiar and somewhere familiar. It was ethereal and I wasn’t sure whether it was a dream or a fantasy or a memory but I was wrapped up in the embrace of this strange and handsome man, safe in his strong arms as he kissed me and entered me and together we moved. Our bodies rolling like the waves of an ocean, responding in time to each other as we grew closer and closer to our climax.

  I closed my eyes and saw only his face, his handsome face looking down at me and I felt something blossom deep in my chest. A feeling of safety and comfort and warmth that was so much more and so much deeper than anything I had ever experienced before.

  And then that warmth blossomed out through my body and I felt it tense and then immediately relax, all of my muscles releasing and loosening as I let the warmth of my climax wash over me.

  When I came back down to earth I straightened up and looked at my reflection in the mirror.