From Boy to Toy - Waking Up a Woman (A Gender Swap Story)
Romance, Erotica, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Contemporary
| Author: | Sage Reamen | ISBN: | 1230000206441 |
| Publisher: | Sage Reamen | Publication: | January 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sage Reamen |
| ISBN: | 1230000206441 |
| Publisher: | Sage Reamen |
| Publication: | January 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When Jake is stood up and Peter’s date gives him the cold shoulder, Jake’s had it with mean girls who think they can do whatever they want. So he made a silly wish, in his annoyance, to become a woman who would treat men right.
He couldn’t have known it would come true, that the next morning he would wake up as a hot young blonde with an insatiable desire for one thing: men.
Now, before the day is up, he’ll experience himself in ways he never thought possible, and maybe even take his best friend Peter along for the ride…
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I made my way to the mall, only a few blocks away. I took the escalator steps two at a time - I was on my way to buy my first pair of lingerie. Imagining my current body in a lacy thong and push up bra only turned me on more. I knew the pleasure a man would have at seeing me in lingerie would be electrifying.
I pulled a few bras and panties off the shelves and walked into the dressing room area. A woman stopped me from going into a room.
“Sorry, they’re all full at this time. It should only be a minute. Did you find everything you were looking for?”
I nodded, but I wasn’t looking at the woman talking to me. I was looking at the college-aged musician-looking guy lounging on a seat right outside the dressing room. He was dressed in a dark shirt with rolled-up sleeves, black slacks, and looked completely bored.
“Waiting for your girlfriend?” I asked.
“Yup,” he said, initially uninterested. When he looked up at me, his eyes widened. His gaze lingered at my tits and hips and the lacy lingerie in my hands.
A skinny girl came out of a dressing room. “Babe, let’s go,” she said to him.
“Uh, one second.”
The girl looked from me to her boyfriend and frowned. “What? Seriously. Fft, whatever.” She left the store, glancing back at us with a pissed-off expression.
“You can take that room,” the dressing room attendant said. She walked off to help someone else.
I walked into the dressing room, not breaking eye contact with the frat boy. He followed me, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t…”
“But you want to,” I said, dropping the lingerie I was going to try on. I reached behind him, pressing my bosom against him as I snapped the door closed.
When Jake is stood up and Peter’s date gives him the cold shoulder, Jake’s had it with mean girls who think they can do whatever they want. So he made a silly wish, in his annoyance, to become a woman who would treat men right.
He couldn’t have known it would come true, that the next morning he would wake up as a hot young blonde with an insatiable desire for one thing: men.
Now, before the day is up, he’ll experience himself in ways he never thought possible, and maybe even take his best friend Peter along for the ride…
---
I made my way to the mall, only a few blocks away. I took the escalator steps two at a time - I was on my way to buy my first pair of lingerie. Imagining my current body in a lacy thong and push up bra only turned me on more. I knew the pleasure a man would have at seeing me in lingerie would be electrifying.
I pulled a few bras and panties off the shelves and walked into the dressing room area. A woman stopped me from going into a room.
“Sorry, they’re all full at this time. It should only be a minute. Did you find everything you were looking for?”
I nodded, but I wasn’t looking at the woman talking to me. I was looking at the college-aged musician-looking guy lounging on a seat right outside the dressing room. He was dressed in a dark shirt with rolled-up sleeves, black slacks, and looked completely bored.
“Waiting for your girlfriend?” I asked.
“Yup,” he said, initially uninterested. When he looked up at me, his eyes widened. His gaze lingered at my tits and hips and the lacy lingerie in my hands.
A skinny girl came out of a dressing room. “Babe, let’s go,” she said to him.
“Uh, one second.”
The girl looked from me to her boyfriend and frowned. “What? Seriously. Fft, whatever.” She left the store, glancing back at us with a pissed-off expression.
“You can take that room,” the dressing room attendant said. She walked off to help someone else.
I walked into the dressing room, not breaking eye contact with the frat boy. He followed me, looking sheepish. “I shouldn’t…”
“But you want to,” I said, dropping the lingerie I was going to try on. I reached behind him, pressing my bosom against him as I snapped the door closed.
