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  GENDER SWAPPED

  Volume Four

  Men Becoming Women

  Sophie Pert

  Copyright © 2019 by Sophie Pert

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  Table of Contents

  Waking Up a Woman: A MMMMF Gender Swap Fantasy

  Bimbo On A Bet: Boy Becomes a Busty Blonde

  Caught Red Handed: Thief Transformed Into A Woman

  Wish To Be Her: Becoming a Beautiful Woman

  Becoming a Babe: Magically Swapped Into The Body of a Woman

  Transformed Into A Woman: Walking Home Through A Bad Neighborhood

  Cursed to Change: Becoming a Woman in Front of My Roommate

  Bimbo Body Swap: Tricked into the Body of a Busty Blonde

  Body Swap For The Boss: Becoming His Wife For The Weekend

  Becoming Her: Body Swap with my Rival

  Waking Up a Woman: A MMMMF Gender Swap Fantasy

  When I was a kid I was a screw up. Always kind of the class clown, never felt comfortable in my own skin. Never felt like myself.

  So I acted out. Didn’t pay attention. Made trouble.

  People always said I wouldn’t amount to anything, would wind up working a dead end job making next to nothing and winding up with nothing in life.

  Boy were they wrong.

  I got into construction, which most people consider dead end and all that. But it really isn’t.

  You can make bank in construction. Just big stacks of cash paid out in bills at the end of each week. I would drive off the site every Friday with more money then I thought I could ever spend in a single place.

  Which I’d found really wasn’t the case. Not when you’re generous at least.

  Because I was more than willing to spot a buddy some cash or buy a round for the bar. I figured it made up for being a bit of a dick at other times. Made up for me being a hardass when it came down to it.

  And at the bars I was a legend. Everyone knew me and everyone knew me by name.

  I just wish-

  Look I mean I’m happy, I got work and I got cash and my bills are all mostly paid but damn I wish I had a woman.

  I guess it was the bars I went to, something about them tended to draw in a very different crowd. I mean they were bars full of working guys, guys who usually came straight from the site and were dirty and probably frankly more than a bit smelly.

  But that was just the reality when you really worked for a living.

  Still I can’t blame girls for not showing up, but I wish there were at least a few of them. Instead my Friday nights were mostly a collection of familiar grizzled faces and the bottoms of empty glasses.

  What’re you going to do?

  Last night was a Thursday. Now I don’t normally go out on Thursdays cause I’m waiting for payday and all that but what the hell I figured I’d give it a shot at a local place.

  That local place led to another and then another and then before I knew it I was in some part of town I’d never seen before and it wasn’t until I realized that literally everyone at the bar was speaking a different language than me that I figured it was probably time to go home. Not that I had a problem with the different language, it’s just I’d been there for the better part of an hour and had only just noticed.

  So it was bedtime.

  Stumble back to my apartment and somehow manage to get the door open and I collapsed onto the couch and fell into a nice and lovely deep sleep.

  I woke up feeling like crap.

  I mean I’d had hangovers before but this was unreal and unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I felt like my whole body had been given a good once over, like I was stretched out and crammed back together again.

  Probably didn’t help that I have the world’s most uncomfortable couch, but I was in a sorry state.

  It took a hell of a lot of my time and effort to peel myself off the fabric and manage to get on my own two feet. The instant I did the floor seemed a lot more comfortable and I resisted the urge to embrace it with my entire body.

  I didn’t understand how I could feel this bad. I didn’t just feel like crap I didn’t even feel like myself. I felt like I was in a completely different body, like I wasn’t even able to walk properly or stand properly.

  Plus normally you wake up hungover and you feel all big and bulky but this time I felt… tiny somehow. Like I had shrunk in the night.

  And glancing down showed that just might be the case.

  I was a big dude. I liked to eat and I liked to drink and though I worked real hard and real long hours I still managed to cram a lot into me. So I had a gut, just like most guys my size. All of my clothes, well lets just say it’d been a while since I’d gone to the store to find some new threads so they were more than a little tight on me.

  That was hardly the case this morning though.

  Looking down I could see the clothes hanging off of me like they were so many sizes too big. It looked like I was wearing a poncho or something, the clothes were just drooping off of me in folds.

  Had I somehow lost weight in the night? Would that even be possible?

  Probably not enough to make my clothes look like this since just at a glance it looked like these clothes were so big I would have had to have lost one hundred pounds at least just to have them look like this.

  So then what did that mean? Did I somehow stretch out my clothes in the night?

  That didn’t make sense either.

  Maybe if it was just my shirt I could explain it away, say that it had gotten caught on something and stretched out like a piece of taffy. It was an odd explanation but it was possible.

  Problem was it wasn’t just my shirt, my pants were just as big as my shirt. So big that every step I took threatened to have them fall to a pile around my feet.

  Honestly I had no idea what could have possibly caused any of this. It just didn’t make any sense to me.

  And combining the weird clothes with the unmistakable feeling that something was different about my body I had this unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I was expecting something horrible to have happened.

  So it was with a lot of fear that I made my way across my apartment and into the bathroom, where my only mirror in the place was.

  I was still sleepy and a bit bleary eyed, still not 100% ready to face the day, but what I saw in the mirror woke me up real quick.

  I didn’t understand it at first, figured maybe a stranger had broken into my house. Honestly at first I was a bit excited, I mean I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a woman in my house let alone one as cute as her.

  Because she was cute as a button, with her long blonde hair and her baby blue eyes. Her nose was turned up at the end and she had this pout to her lips that seemed to be there permanently.

  She wasn’t wearing makeup that I could tell, but it didn’t really look like she needed it. Her lips were a perfect pink tha
t even looked a little glossy. Her eyelashes were long and when she batted them at you, well you just knew that she could get whatever she wanted.

  She was completely out of my league, and for just a moment I wondered whether I had managed to bring her home from the bar and completely forgotten about it.

  But then I noticed that she was alone in the room. And then I noticed that she was wearing my clothes.

  My jaw dropped as I tried to figure out a way to explain this away, but her reflection opening her mouth in the exact same way blew any of my attempts to justify things out of the water.

  She was doing exactly what I did, raising my hand, tilting my head. She was doing all of it because she was my reflection.

  Because I had turned into her.

  Reaching out for the counter I braced myself against it as a wave of dizziness washed over me. I was trying to make sense of this, to find some reasonable justification to explain how this could be happening. But the sight of her delicate fingers gripping the counter top just sent a wave of panic through me and I forced myself down to the ground before I passed out and fell.

  Sitting there on the cool tile of the bathroom floor I closed my eyes and tried to stop the world from spinning.

  But every time I thought I had it under control I came back to the truth I had to face and it all went to pieces again.

  I had been changed. Somehow and impossibly I had been changed into a tiny and beautiful blonde woman.

  But that didn’t make any sense, people didn’t just magically become a different person overnight. I had short brown hair but now I had long blonde hair. I had brown eyes, not blue.

  You eye color doesn’t just change! That’s not a thing!

  So what the hell had happened to me? Could I be sure this was real?

  That had to be it, had to be the explanation. I had drank too much and this was all a dream, some sort of hyper realistic dream that felt just like the real world but a dream all the same.

  Pushing off the floor I turned to face myself in the mirror. I braced for the impact, but it still hurt all the same.

  SLAP.

  I smacked myself across my face, willing myself to wake up, willing myself to snap out of this dream.

  SLAP.

  A smack on the other cheek, trying to get myself to change. To become my good old self. Good old reliable me.

  But it didn’t work, all it did was leave me staring at the sight of a woman with flushed cheeks, and somehow she looked even more impossibly cute like that.

  Flipping on the tap I turned the cold water to full blast. I cupped the water in my hands and splashed it into my face, trying to shock myself awake. Handful after handful of water I splashed into my face until I was drenched with it, dripping off my face and down onto my shirt.

  My shirt which was now wet, nearly soaking wet, and sticking to my body.

  That was when I noticed the very familiar curves of something big and bouncy on my chest. When I had the first inkling that maybe the change wasn’t limited to my face.

  I had breasts, big breasts. And since they were mine, well there probably wouldn’t be any harm in exploring a little.

  Reaching down I grasped my shirt and peeled it up and over my head, chucking the wet fabric to one side in the bathroom.

  The cold water had shocked my system, making goosebumps break out all over my body and making my nipples hard.

  This body had a magnificent set of breasts, big and full and 100% natural they stood out proudly on my chest. Without the slightest bit of sag they looked oh so perky, with the tiny pink nipples turned up at the ends of them.

  Bouncing in place a little I saw the breasts jiggle in response and gave a little giggle.

  I stared at the woman in the mirror, at her face as it shifted from a mask of fear and disbelief into a cute a mischievous grin as she contemplated all of her options.

  Settling on removing any remaining bits of fabric she worked at her belt until she had it unclasped, at which point her pants slipped easily off her hips to tumble to a pile on the floor.

  She had wide hips and a tiny waist. This little blonde number looked absolutely ready for fun.

  There was a flush to her chest, showing her anticipation of what we both knew came next.

  Stepping back up against the wall behind her I saw her lean back, spreading her legs slightly to expose herself to me.

  She was shaved bare, her smooth mound visible to me as I watched her reach her delicate fingers down to slide between her toned thighs. She spread the lips of her sex apart, parting them to show me her wet slit that was slick and ready to be played with.

  This was unfamiliar to me, it had been so long since I had been with a woman before that I was honestly more than a little nervous. But the responses of this body gave me more than enough indication of just what it was that I should do and I worked quickly.

  Sliding my finger up and down the slit I let it linger at the top of my mound, tracing light circles around and around the bud of my clit, just teasing it with the edges of my finger tips before pulling away.

  I let one long and delicate finger slid into me, parting the lips to enter my pussy and dip into it.

  My pussy felt wet and tight and warm, but the feeling of being entered was exhilarating and unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  I gasped out loudly, watching the woman in the mirror nearly double over at the overwhelming sensation as her hand flew to her chest, crushing her forearm against her breasts as her breath came in ragged gasps.

  I loved it, I’d never felt anything like it before.

  I needed more.

  A second finger joined the first as I began to plunge them into me in earnest. Before I knew what was happening my whole body was moving in time to the fingers plunging in and out of me. My hips were pushing forward to meet them, my thumb snaking out to bump and grind against my clit.

  My other hand was now grasping my breasts, holding them and squeezing them, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that made me cry out with pleasure.

  My voice was delicate and light, like a flute playing a flawless melody.

  I watched my reflection in the mirror, saw the shimmer in my hair as I shook and trembled with each passing moment. I was so close, I could feel it.

  Feel it building inside of me and threatening to overcome me. The potent heat of my climax burning in my veins as I worked my fingers in and out of my tight wet slit. I watched my body jiggle and bounce with every thrust as my bottom lip trembled while I was pushed over the edge.

  Like a firework it exploded in my body, a chain reaction of pops going off all over my insides, making me shake and tremble as I was wracked by wave after wave after wave of pleasure.

  My knees went weak, my body slipping to the floor once more as my slick fingers slid out of my pussy and stretched a few times in the air, as if I was trying to work sensation into them.

  Which I needed to do, because my whole body felt like it was on pins and needles, tingling with sensation as the final few pops went off in my body and I found my stillness again.

  As my breathing returned to normal I luxuriated in the sensation left over in me. I felt like I had been filled with bubbles that had all just popped, and now I was light and fluffy and renewed. I felt at peace, more alive and alight then I had in months.

  I felt right.

  It was the oddest thing, feeling like I was at home in this body. But the truth was that I did. That right now I felt at peace in a way I hadn’t in months.

  And not just because that orgasm was the best one I’d ever had, though that was the case as well.

  It was such an overwhelming and overpowering sensation. When I was a guy cumming was just like shooting a gun, a whole lot of pressure build up for a single explosion that was contained to a single point, to a single part of my body.

  But as a woman, well sensation as a woman was a whole body thing. From your head to your toes it made your whole body tingle with sensation and satisfaction. It became a
part of your being, occupied your mind and your sensation in a way that was just so amazingly indescribable.

  It almost made this whole weird switch worthwhile.

  Almost.

  But of course reality had to step in to remind me that things weren’t going to be quite as simple as mind blowing orgasms and bouncy fun. No I had to deal with the real world and right now in the real world there was one pressing problem which I knew I would have to face.

  Rent was due and I didn’t have the money for it.

  I mean I had the money, I’d worked enough to pay my bills. But today was payday and so while I was owed the money I didn’t actually have it in my hand.

  See at the end of the week everyone heads into the bosses trailer where he finds your name in the stack of brown envelopes and hands you your cash for the week. Ordinarily this isn’t a problem, because you show up and he knows who you are.

  So I needed to get it, but being that I didn’t exactly look like myself right now I had no idea how I would manage to do that.

  The way I saw it I had three problems right now. The first was a lack of cash, the second was that I couldn’t prove that I was me, and the third was that whatever solution I came up with would have to happen in person. Which meant I’d need something to wear.

  Now I’m not a picky sort of person. When it comes to clothing I’m far more function than fashion. But functionally all of my clothes were the right size for my old body, not this new and tiny female one.

  I had no idea in a million years how I would find something that would fit, everything was bound to be far too big for me.

  Picking myself up off the bathroom floor I headed over to my bedroom and found, mercifully, that my clean laundry pile was in fact bigger than my dirty laundry pile. So at least I would have a selection to choose from.

  I figured that trying to play the ‘it’s really me I just switched bodies’ card wouldn’t work. Not only would no one in a million years ever believe me, if and when I switched back to my old body I wanted to be able to go back to this job and so that meant keeping something as strange as this under wraps.