My Reluctant Gender Swap Gangbang by JB Richards
(Sex Change Group Sex)

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Synopsis

Dean's life has been filled with the bleeding edge experiences and extreme activities. When he stumbles across an ad promising a once in a lifetime experience, he can't help but give it a try. Kidnapped from his home and injected with a strange substance, he awakens naked in a parking garage with four men watching him - and finds himself suddenly a woman!

This story is intended for mature audiences only and features scenes of gender change sex, group sex with four strangers, reluctant oral and sex with multiple partners, and is 4000+ words in length.

Excerpt:

My thoughts cut off, like someone had pulled the plug on one of those old tube TV’s, dwindling down to a little point before popping out to darkness. My skin suddenly felt searing hot, despite the cold water that had been dumped on me, despite the cool air that wafted through the garage. I stared at my outstretched hands, and my eyes flared wide as my tanned skin began to ripple, shifting and undulating like cloth in a breeze. I slapped at my forearm with my other hand, and saw in horror that my fingers were twitching and trembling uncontrollably.

I staggered back, gasping as the burning sensation grew. The tremble in my hands shook down through my arms and into my legs, a tremor so violent I collapsed to my knees on the cool pavement. I didn’t even feel it. I was staring in horror at my shifting flesh. I could feel my muscles contorting beneath it.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I gasped, but the words came out as a strangled choke, my voice breaking halfway through and raising a couple of octaves. Almost... almost feminine. Womanly.

My shirt rippled and billowed, suddenly swelling. I clawed at the garment, tearing it free. It tumbled from numbed and shocked fingers as I saw that my chest, once toned and muscular, had sprouted a pair of breasts that bobbed slightly from my movements. I had breasts.

I just stared down my body. One of the men flicked a hand out, and something glinted through the headlights as it spun to land beside me. A hand mirror. With one trembling hand, I reached out and plucked it from the pavement.

Long and pale hair gently wafted about my shoulders, framing a face that looked only vaguely like mine. It was a beautiful face, a visage of pale skin and cold attraction, but with haunted eyes. The mirror tumbled from my hand, cracking on the ground beside me.

I was a woman.
 

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Published February 24, 2013 15 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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