by Vicky Innes
Swapped and Dominated!
Copyright 2014 Vicky Innes
All Rights Reserved
This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be re-sold or copied in
any way. Thank you for respecting the work of this author. This story is a work of fiction and
any resemblance to any person, place, or event is coincidental.
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Sneak Peek!
What the fuck?! Christian leaped off the couch. That hadn’t been his voice that came out
of his mouth. What was happening to him? He ran over to the mirror and gasped. What he saw
shocked him. His entire facial structure had changed. His cheekbones were higher and naturally
rosy. His lips were getting plumper by the second. And his hair! Oh my god, his hair. It had
somehow become blonde. That bitch Lindsay must’ve dyed it or something. How had she
done that without him noticing? But as he watched, he saw his hair was actually getting longer
and blonder before his eyes.
The stranger in the mirror let out an inaudible, “no”. He didn’t believe it. He held his hands
up and watched them shrink as his fingers elongated and thinned into a perfectly lady like form.
He moved them through his still growing hair. It was women’s hair. There was no doubt about
that, it was silky and beautiful. But it wasn’t his. He was a man! Christian didn’t have ladylike
fingers and flowing blonde hair! He was a strong, independent man. This was all wrong.
Overcome with shock, Christian emitted a high pitched shriek, and turned back to Lindsay.
“What have you done to me, you crazy bitch!” Christian grabbed Lindsay on the wrists.
“Watch it, sis.” Lindsay twisted Christian’s arms and pushed him down to the ground.
There was nothing Christian could’ve done. All of his muscles were gone and he was left with
puny little arms. He looked on helplessly as Lindsay towered over him.
“I’ve just done something to teach you a lesson,” Lindsay said as she kicked her husband
in the ribs, causing him to squirm around on the ground. “Besides, you’re actually pretty hot,
you little slut. You should be thanking me,” Lindsay couldn’t hold back her stifled laughter.
“Th…thank you? You’re crazy! I’m gonna sue you! You fucking bitch! You can’t do this!”
Christian squealed from the floor.
Lindsay knelt down before her rapidly transforming husband and slapped him across his
rosy cheeks. “Let’s be very clear about this, shall we? You are going to do precisely what I tell
you to do, or you will never be a man again. Do you understand? But that’s not even half of
it… I’ll have you declared a missing person. I’ll take every cent you ever owned and you’ll be
left with nothing but some pretty looks. Just like your little college sluts that you were cheating
on me with. Do you understand?”
Christian gulped. He still couldn’t believe it, but he didn’t know what else he could do but
submit. “Yes” he said meekly. “Good,” Lindsay grinned and stepped the heel of her shoe into
Christian’s cock, causing him to yelp out in pain. His cock! Oh god, what had happened to his
cock? Christian felt his crotch area, but had to do a double take to find his dick. No! His
strong, reliable member was disappearing as he held it in his hand. This was cruel and unusual
punishment. He didn’t deserve this! But there was nothing he could do to stop it. He withered
on the floor for some time, grasping on to his rapidly receding cock. His manhood, his identity
as a person, was being replaced by a sleek nothingness. How could he function without it?
After enjoying his agony, Lindsay pulled her husband up to his feet and trotted him to the
front of the mirror. Fuck, he actually was hot. All of the wrinkles on his face were gone. His
skin was clear and smooth, like an eighteen year old. In fact, he looked exactly like one of his
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sultry college girls: young, hot, and tight. He was exactly the kind of girl that he would’ve loved
to fuck and abuse emotionally.
--- End of sneak peek ---
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Swapped and Dominated!
Sniiff! Augggh “Oh fuck yeah!” Christian weezed as he inhaled a massive line of cocaine
through a crisp dollar bill. Looking up to see his slut du jour, he laughed and smacked her ass.
Haha, he could barely believe himself. All though his life he had never slept with beautiful,
amazing woman. But now that he was in his fifties, they just seemed to flock to him. And the
younger the better! This particular girl was a 5’ 5” stunning brunette. She said she was on her
college’s cheerleading team or some shit like that? Whatever. All Christian knew was that she
was a total babe, and had been eating out of his hand all night. And his cock, for that matter.
Ever since he had scored a new, high paying job a couple of months ago, he seemed to
have a new lease on life. And also a literal new lease on a German sports car. The thing was a
chick magnet! All he had to do was take a couple of spins through the nearby college town and
the girls would practically be begging for his dick. And who was he to refuse them? Back when
he was in college, he hadn’t been so good with woman. But now even the sauciest of co-eds
loving looking up to him as their older man.
The drugs helped too, he was sure. College girls love a good party, and what kind of a party
doesn’t have drugs? Christian smiled, aroused at the thought of fucking this girl again while
high. Fuckin –eh! He didn’t remember the last time life was this good. For years he had been
working the shithole 9-5 job, slaving away while he only grew older. Screw all that! Now he
had fresh young pussy, money, and drugs! Life was definitely good.
***
For some reason his wife’s opinion differed. Lindsay had always been a kind, sweet person.
In fact, her compassion was what drove Christian to him in the first place. As a wife, she doted
on her husband and never questioned his decisions. Lindsay cooked, cleaned, and sucked her
husband off regularly, which she considered her duty as a wife. So she simply couldn’t
understand what she was hearing when a friend told her that her husband had been cheating on
her.
Her ears were still ringing as her friend snapped her fingers in front of Lindsay’s frozen
face. The nail salon attendant turned away to give the two women a moment alone, but
Lindsay didn’t notice. Her world was shattered. That asshole! Sure, she had mostly loved him
for the money and prestige, but she still loved him. To find out that he’d been cheating on her
was… unthinkable! How could Christian have done this to her? She’d been nothing but a
perfect wife… there was no way that she deserved this.
Lindsay found the words to thank her friend for the tip, and rushed out of the salon without
getting her nails done. That would have to wait. Now, she had more important things to do, like
finding out the truth about her relationship. Was her husband a drug addict? How long had he
be whoring around? God, she felt sick just thinking about him. She was supposed to have his
child
ren! Well that certainly wouldn’t be happening now. What the fuck was going on!
Lindsay’s entire world was upside down. Someone had to pay for this.
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***
When Christian entered the house, he could tell that something was wrong. Everything
seemed neat and tidy, but his wife was nowhere to be found. That was odd, usually she was
home by now. He stretched out on the couch and settled in to watch some good old fashioned
sports news on the TV. At least it was quiet without Lindsay there. She was always going on
and on, badgering him about one thing or the other. Now he could finally watch his sports in
peace.
And he truly was at peace. Goddamn, how could he not be, after the great fucking he just
had? College girls really know how to do it. And if they don’t, their enthusiasm certainly makes
up for it, he chuckled to himself. Fuck, their pussies were so tight, just like their perfectly
smooth skin. And they were always so adventures, eager to fuck their way through learning.
Sex with Lindsay had been the opposite lately. Well, it was still good, but sometimes it felt like
they were both going through the motions. Fuck that! Fresh pussy was well worth the
inexperience.
“What the FUCK is the meaning of this?” Lindsay appeared in the hallway, startling
Christian.
“Uh… I’m watching sports. What does it look like?” Christian didn’t move from his spot
on the couch.
“You smell like a stripper peed on you! Did you fucking cheat on me?” Lindsay crossed her
arms.
“Uhhh… no?” Christian looked bewildered as he realized the gravity of the situation.
Lindsay stormed off, crying. Fuck, that was not good, thought Christian. Surely she would
come around, but she did seem pretty upset. She didn’t have to be such a bitch about it though.
What had crawled up her ass and died? Still partially drunk, Christian turned his attention back
to the sports game at hand. He had more important things to worry about than his marriage.
Like college girls and TV. Fuck yes. He loved weekends. He drifted off into a deep sleep on the
couch.
***
Christian jolted awake; his heart racing. He had been having some pretty messed up
dreams. He sat up, disoriented, and looked out the window. A hard rain pelted the flat roof but
it sounded like it was pounding right down on him. His head ached. He closed his eyes and
tried to find some peace. Christian hadn’t drank that much, but he was way out of it. The only
that could help him now was more sleep.
“Well aren’t we looking cute?” Christian opened his eyes to see Lindsay standing over him
with her arms crossed.
“What?” Christian said groggily, but the voice that came out of his mouth wasn’t his. It was
all high pitched and girly.
“I said, aren’t we looking soo cute!” a smile crept over Lindsay’s face.
What the fuck?! Christian leaped off the couch. That hadn’t been his voice that came out
of his mouth. What was happening to him? He ran over to the mirror and gasped. What he saw
shocked him. His entire facial structure had changed. His cheekbones were higher and naturally
rosy. His lips were getting plumper by the second. And his hair! Oh my god, his hair. It had
somehow become blonde. That bitch Lindsay must’ve dyed it or something. How had she
done that without him noticing? But as he watched he saw his hair was actually getting longer
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and longer before his eyes.
The stranger in the mirror let out an inaudible, “no”. He didn’t believe it. He held his hands
up and watched them shrink as his fingers elongated and thinned into perfectly lady like fingers.
He moved them through his still growing hair. It was women’s hair. There was no doubt about
that, it was silky and long. But it wasn’t his. He was a man! Christian didn’t need ladylike
fingers and flowing blonde hair! He was a strong, independent man. This was all wrong.
Overcome with shock, Christian shrieked like a real woman, and turned back to Lindsay.
“What have you done to me, you crazy bitch!” Christian grabbed Lindsay on the wrists.
“Watch it, sister.” Lindsay twisted Christian’s arms and pushed him down to the ground.
There was nothing Christian could’ve done. All of his muscles were gone and he was left with
puny little arms. He looked on helplessly as Lindsay towered over him.
“I’ve just done a little something to teach you a lesson,” Lindsay kicked her husband in the
side, causing him to squirm on the ground. “Besides, you’re actually pretty hot, you little slut.
You should be thanking me,” Lindsay couldn’t hold back her stifled laughter.
“Th…thank you? You’re crazy! I’m gonna sue you! You fucking bitch! You can’t do this!”
Christian squealed from the floor.
Lindsay knelt down before her rapidly transforming husband and slapped him across his
rosy cheeks. “Let’s be very clear about this, shall we? You are going to do precisely what I tell
you to do, or you will never be a man again. Do you understand? But that’s not even half of
it… I’ll have you declared a missing person. I’ll take every cent you ever owned and you’ll be
left with nothing but some pretty looks. Just like your little college sluts. Do you understand?”
Christian gulped. He still couldn’t believe it, but he didn’t know what else he could do but
submit. “Yes” he said meekly. “Good,” Lindsay grinned and stepped the heel of her shoe into
Christian’s cock, causing him to yelp out in pain. His cock! Oh god, what had happened to his
cock? Christian felt his crotch, but had to do a double take to find his dick. No! His strong,
reliable member was disappearing as he held it in his hand. This was cruel and unusual
punishment. He didn’t deserve this treatment! But there was nothing he could do to stop it. He
withered on the floor for some time, grasping on to his rapidly receding cock. His manhood, his
identity as a person, was gone. How could he function without it?
After enjoying his agonizing, Lindsay pulled her husband up to his feet and trotted him to
the front of the mirror. Fuck, he actually was hot. All of the wrinkles on his face were gone.
His skin was clear and smooth, like an eighteen year old. In fact, he looked exactly like one of
his college girls: young, hot, and tight. He was exactly the kind of girl that he would’ve loved to
fuck, and abuse emotionally.
His flowing blonde hair was down to his breasts now. Oh my, his breasts. They were firm
and round, but not too big. They weighed on him heavily. He felt them up, in awe. They were
so sensitive, more than he ever could have imagined. It was such an unusual sensation, but in a
good way. He didn’t know what to make of it. His transformation was still so much to take in.
Lindsay observed his discomfort and procured a bra. “I’m not totally sure, but this should
fit you.” She handed the pink, lacey bra to her husband. Christian took it in disbelief. He
needed some support for his breasts, but goddamn him if he was going to wear a bra. He knew
deep down that he wasn’t a girl, and he didn’t need this shit.
“Do you ever want to be a man again?” Lindsay urged the bra to him once more.
Christian’s eyes widened. It seemed like he was going to have to do everything that his wife
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wanted. With resent, he took the bra from her and struggled to do it up. He finally got it in
place, but it seemed a little bit too small. His girls spilled out over the top of his feminine
brassier. He bit his lip worriedly and stared in the mirror. This was his reality now.
Lindsay left again and re-appeared with a smile on her face and a pink mini-skirt. She could
tell right away that her husband was less enthused with her idea than she was.
“I am not wearing that,” Christian said sassily
“Oh I think you are,” Lindsay cooed. “You’re a sweet little college girl, and you need to
dress like one.”
It was true. Whatever magic Lindsay had worked on Christian to transform him into a girl
had also made him appear much younger than he was as a man. And more than anything, he
wanted to re-gain his manhood. If that meant playing dress up with his wife, then so be it. If
that entertained her sick, twisted mind, then he was okay with it. It was only temporary, after
all. There was no way she could’ve changed him into a girl for good.
He put on the pink mini dress and the simple, low cut top that his wife had picked out. He
took his own breath away when he looked in the mirror. He knew he looked good, but now
that he had clothes on he could really see the shape to his body. He batted his eyelashes and
smacked his lips together, almost instinctually, as he inspected himself. His teeth had
straightened, and his ass had changed shape in all of the right places. Goddamn, he looked
good.
“When you’re finished admiring yourself, put these on” Lindsay teased as she handed him
a pair of bubblegum pink heels.
“But… I don’t know how to walk in those!” Christian pouted. He looked adorable, really.
“And, hey, what do you mean put these on? I’m not going anywhere!” he proclaimed as he put
his hands on his hips saucily.
“Of course you are dear, we’ve got an appointment at the salon. Can’t be late! Here, I’ll
grab your purse.” Lindsay said as she scooted off to the bedroom.
Christian felt anger at first, but the sexy long heels in his hand seemed to have an effect on
him. He could cry like a defeated little girl, or he could put on the shoes and place his wife’s
little game. In a heartbeat, he was down on the floor tightening up his fresh pink stilettos. They