Gender Swapped Volume Three

  GENDER SWAPPED

  Volume Three

  Men Becoming Women

  Sophie Pert

  Copyright © 2019 by Sophie Pert

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  Table of Contents

  Hiding my Secret: Changed into a Girl

  Body Swap with the Boss: Becoming Her by Accident

  Taking Over Teacher: In the Body of My Professor

  Buff to Bimbo: Jock Transformed into a Woman

  Being Belle: Becoming my Beautiful Ex-Girlfriend

  Keeping it Secret: Waking up in the Body of a Woman

  Shoplift Switch: Stolen Ring Turns Me Into A Woman

  Switched by Science: Accident Turned Me Into A Woman

  Softball Swap: Switching Bodies With My Coworker At The Company Retreat

  Switched by a Witch! Turned into a Woman

  Hiding my Secret: Changed into a Girl

  I needed money, that was the main reason I decided to participate. That and it was an easy gig.

  Medical testing.

  It isn’t a job most people think of when they’re looking for work but it is a viable job. I mean I wouldn’t want to make a career out of it, but for some cash when you’re in need it does the trick.

  And I was in need.

  You generally are when you’re a broke college student.

  Even more so when you’re lazy and don’t want to get a summer job.

  So I signed up for the study and they ran through it all with me but all I heard was the dollar figure. It was high enough to cover two years worth of school expenses (minus tuition). I would be set.

  And for that cash all I had to do was take a pill every day.

  A pill that was supposed to “enhance sexual characteristics and performance.” Which was fine by me too, I could do with some sexual performance enhancements. Hell I could do with some sexual performance.

  College hadn’t exactly been the transformative experience I had hoped for.

  I’d never been particularly lucky in love, but there was a part of me that definitely thought college would be different, would be an opportunity to turn everything around. It hadn’t.

  College was just the same shit in a different location. I was still the same me, just as alone as I ever was and there was still nothing I could do about it.

  So I guess when I signed up for the study I figured it was the lowest I could go. I figured that I was a virgin in college and just as sad as ever. I was just sitting around waiting for something to change.

  This little pill might be just the shot in the arm I needed, and if it wasn’t at least I would have the cash to keep me company.

  Well technically two pills.

  Take two pills once daily in the morning, spend your day as you normally would, write down any side effects in this journal.

  That was all of my instructions. It would be easy for me.

  I’m home for the summer, back in the old home town, and so far everything had been just as normal as ever. First couple summers in college I didn’t head back home, instead I stayed at college, took summer classes, tried to get ahead. But I was out of money this summer and couldn’t find a place to stay so for the first time in years I was going to spend an extended period of time back in my old home town.

  The pills weren’t doing anything I could tell, and just like the little town I guessed everything was stuck on pause.

  I guess I’d gotten the placebo, which sucked because I was really looking forward to some ‘enhancements’. I’d always been a bit on the small side, not overly muscular, not too skinny but not too big. Just average, slight.

  I didn’t exactly expect to shoot up a couple feet and get all muscular and built overnight. I didn’t expect my cock to grow a foot in my sleep.

  But I expected something.

  Instead of this. I mean if anything I felt smaller right now, like the world was growing around me and I was shrinking in it. Like I was becoming more withdrawn, more into myself and my own headspace.

  Alone even more.

  Been home for three weeks and for the first two I’d been so out of place, so unable to get my head right that I’d avoided everyone and everything. I just stayed in my old room in my old house and played the same old video games I’d played all through high school.

  I was stuck.

  Then last week, something did start to change.

  I felt a drive, a need in me to break out of my rut, to get a move on and get out and connect with people.

  I went to the local bar, the damn town is so tiny it only has the one local bar. Isn’t a whole hell of a lot of town to cater to I guess.

  Walking into the place was the weirdest experience, it was packed to the gills with people and I found that I knew every one of them.

  All of the old people from high school, all of them having gone away to college and being back in town for the summer. They had aged and grown and now here they were, all enjoying their time.

  And the damndest thing happened, every one of them recognized me and actually genuinely seemed happy to see me.

  It was awkward at first, but that quickly faded and I found that I actually had kinda missed seeing them. Even the people I hadn’t got along with I was happy to see and they seemed happy to see me too.

  And the best part, no Brad.

  Brad was the bully, the bully who had made my life hell growing up. Everyone loved Brad, everyone but me.

  But the word that went around was that Brad wasn’t home for the summer this year. That he had done well for himself in school and hadn’t come home for break. He had been picked up for some trip overseas, some school scholarship or recruitment scheme or something.

  I don’t know.

  I don’t care.

  Point was he wasn’t here, which was fine with me.

  I didn’t want to see him, I didn’t need to see him. As far as I was concerned he could just cease to exist and I would be happy.

  I just know if he was here then he would figure out some way to mess this all up for me. He’d twist and turn everyone against me and before you knew it I’d be home alone again.

  And I didn’t want that.

  I was actually enjoying myself around all of these people, all these great people I hadn’t seen in years.

  One odd thing though.

  I was surrounded by people I’d known, people who I had interacted with and been friends with and not so much friends with. But I was also surrounded by girls I’d had crushes on. Girls that I had known for years and pined after, who were now even more gorgeous, more beautiful.

  And I felt nothing.

  No pull, no draw, no attraction.

  I mean I could tell they were attractive, they were beautiful and they were pretty.

  But nothing.

  That little spark was missing, I just didn’t feel it.

  I didn’t understand it. It just didn’t make sense.
r />   Here I was on this pill that was supposed to enhance my sexual potency or whatever and it seemed like it killed my sex drive. It made me feel slowed down, unable to feel. Period.

  It was the damndest thing.

  Then came day twenty-one. The end of the third week.

  I woke up late in the afternoon with a full plan for the evening. I’d made arrangements to go to the bar and meet everyone. I’d been looking forward to it.

  According to everyone I’d been hanging out with all week Saturday night was party night, was the night when everyone went a little wild.

  I’d been looking forward to it when I went to sleep, been picturing dancing and drinking and fun.

  But when I woke up I had only one thing on my mind.

  My god I was horny.

  It was the first thing on my mind when I woke up, hitting me like a freight train. I needed to get off badly.

  My body ached for it, this deep yearning need in the pit of my stomach. My mind raced but all of the routes it ran were the same path over and over. A path with a finish line that was my climax.

  Frankly it surprised me a little, caught me a little off guard. I mean I’m a guy, I’d had those sort of thoughts before. Been through puberty too so I knew just how potent and powerful those cravings could get.

  But this was something else.

  This was undeniable and inescapable. It pushed all of my other thoughts aside and demanded my full attention, demanded to be dealt with now.

  I was practically gasping, feeling my heart racing as my body experienced cravings more powerful than any I had ever experienced before.

  But I had a routine and I was nothing if not a creature of habit. Every morning was the same sequence of events in the same order so it was going to take a lot more than just a simple craving to get me to deviate from my plan.

  So I rolled out of bed, pushing aside the pounding need just as soon as my feet hit the ground. Through sheer strength of will I stood up and crossed the room over to my dresser.

  Dimly I registered the time on the clock, a time that was far too late, and then turned my attention to the little pill bottle that would be my constant companion through the summer.

  My summer job.

  I uncapped it and shook out two pills into my hand, gulping them down with the water I had sitting in a glass beside the bottle.

  Immediately the need doubled.

  If I thought it had been powerful before this was something else. It was overwhelming, it actually made my knees quiver, made me lose my footing and slip to the ground.

  My whole body shook, fantasies flashed through my imagination of a series of bodies in undeniably exciting positions.

  Men fucking women, hard and fast and deep and shallow. Fit and able bodied individuals in a series of vigorous and athletic entanglements.

  I could practically hear their shuddering breaths, their moans, their piercing cries. Could hear their satisfaction.

  Then I put everything together and my eyes looked up at the pill bottle atop the dresser.

  I guess they were working.

  Finally, the damn things must have had some sort of delayed reaction but it all made perfect sense now. How else was I having such a hard time dealing with things? Such a hard time pushing the images out of my mind.

  I was under the sway of the pills.

  I fantasized about what that might mean, what fun I might get up to while out tonight. All of those old friends just waiting for me, and me with my newfound passion just ready to jump on the opportunity.

  A rumble passed through my body just thinking about it.

  First things first though, I would have to deal with this palpable need.

  I resolved to take care of things myself, and could only hope that once I had taken the opportunity in hand and masturbated that this whole feeling might subside a little, because honestly as exciting as all of this is I don’t think I’d be able to make it through the day feeling like this and I certainly wouldn’t be able to bed anybody in this state. I doubted I could even have a normal conversation.

  So I picked myself up off the floor and walked back over to the bed, flopping down on it and feeling myself swallowed in the clothes I’d worn to bed.

  I’d always been the type to sleep in clothes that were as comfortable as possible, preferring big and loose clothing to anything properly sized. My favorite set happened to be a loose pair of plaid pants (with worn out elastic waistband) and a baseball tee that was at least two sizes too big.

  Judging by just how much I was swimming in these clothes I guessed it was about time for a new set, because right now the shirt seemed like it was at least three sizes too big, if not more. Must have been stretched out by use.

  But no matter, I had better things to worry about.

  I bit my lip, slipping a hand inside of my pants and trying to conjure up a fantasy to drive this fun little session. My hand slipped under the shirt and as it brushed past the bottom of my belly I couldn’t help but think something was odd about the sensation.

  Smooth.

  The word lodged in the front of my brain and stayed there as my hand slid further down.

  Past my waistband and down to grasp around my cock.

  Fingers closing around empty air.

  Nothing there.

  Smooth.

  My brain had difficulty processing it, difficulty figuring out what was missing. My hand opened and closed around my cock again and again but still found nothing as realization gradually dawned on me.

  And realization led to panic.

  I yanked my hand out of my pants, reflexes snapping my hand out of there like I had been burned.

  It couldn’t be, that just didn’t make any sense.

  I pushed my hand back down, slipping it under the waistband once more and closing around nothing once again.

  My hand felt around, mind not working at all as I vaguely tried to reason it away, as if maybe my cock had just moved to a different part of my body. I slid my hands up and down my thighs and then my fingers darted between them and touched something strange and unfamiliar and soft and slightly wet and once more my hand jerked back as if burned and I stared at the fingers.

  Fingertips glistening slightly.

  What the hell was going on.

  All thought of that passionate need to find my orgasm disappeared as I leapt from the bed and raced out of the room. I dashed down the hall and into the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked it in a single motion.

  Back to the door, eyes closed, hands pressing against the wood for reassurance I took deep breaths one at a time, counting them and trying to calm myself down.

  Because I was imagining things, I was hallucinating, I was still asleep, I was anything but this.

  Because this didn’t make any damn sense.

  I opened my eyes and turned to look at myself in the mirror.

  Same old me looked back.

  I had shortish dirty blonde hair, maybe a bit too long and shaggy but nothing had changed there. Still the same eyes, pale grey and round and open, maybe a bit too inviting. Same small and slightly upturned nose, same slightly plump lips, same soft cheekbones and jaw.

  I’d always hated my face, always thought I was a bit too soft, too feminine. Never able to grow any facial hair, no defined jaw or definitively masculine features. Always a bit androgynous.

  But still me.

  So it had to be an illusion, had to be some sort of odd mistake. That was the only explanation.

  I pulled up my shirt slightly, exposing a smooth stomach.

  I’d had hair there before, I know I had. It wasn’t much but it was a bit, a trail leading down between my legs. Down to my cock.

  What the hell was going on?

  With a deep breath I let my shirt drop and grabbed my pants and yanked them down my legs in one fluid movement.

  My legs were different. Very different.

  Smooth and tapered they were undeniably feminine, undeniably the legs of a woman. Tiny fee
t and smooth calves, soft thighs and god knows what else. Because the hem of my shirt was so long now that it came down my thighs and covered the tops of them, the tops of them and whatever was between my legs.

  I gulped deeply and pulled my shirt up slightly, just up to my waist.

  Then I released it immediately.

  I know what I had seen in that momentary glimpse but in spite of all of the evidence it couldn’t be true. This couldn’t be true.

  I closed my eyes and pulled my shirt up again. Counting down from 10 in my head I waited until I was done before opening my eyes.

  This time there was no denying it.

  I was staring between my legs, at the place where my cock should be. My cock wasn’t there.

  Instead there was a smooth and supple and soft mound. Instead I had a pussy.

  My body shook as I tried to process it, but I couldn’t. It was like there was some sort of disconnect in my brain, like everything below this hem of the shirt wasn’t me.

  Up above the shirt collar, regular old Sam. Same as I ever was.

  Below the belt though, that was a completely different story.

  But it had to be some sort of illusion, some sort of weird distortion or hallucination.

  So I pulled my shirt off completely.

  In my mind I had rationalized this, because in my mind this would be the ultimate thing to break the illusion. Whatever was causing this wouldn’t be able to process both of these bodies at the same time and it would shut down and show me everything back to normal again. I would be a man again.

  But when I threw the shirt to the side and looked at myself in the mirror it told a very different story.

  Petite feet, tapered legs, smooth mound, wide hips, tapered waist, firm stomach, perky breasts.

  Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless.

  I was a girl.

  My face still stayed the same, was still recognizably me, but I was undeniably a woman. And the more that I stared the more that I realized that my face had changed, though almost imperceptibly. It had gotten just a bit softer, just a bit smoother, just a bit more feminine.

  Not that it had very far to go, because as I said earlier I always did look a bit like a girl. It was a subject of much derision growing up.