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by Alyson Belle

  “Is this okay?” he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with need.

  I nodded, sighing my agreement. “Yes, yes!”

  He released the clasp and tore the top away from me. It flew across the room as my breasts bounced free, now unrestrained, and his tongue swirled over my nipples, sending amazing sensations rolling through my body like erotic waves of electricity. His hands slid down to my thighs, and I arched my back, dying for him to keep going. My body had taken over. I wanted Ben as badly as he wanted me.

  Caught in Panties

  “I’ve never met anyone like Jessa before—someone who knows my sexy little secret and not only doesn’t care, but is turned on by it. When she forced me to get dressed up in her sexiest lingerie and dolled me up in her makeup, I’d never felt so much like a real woman… and that’s only the beginning.”

  When Sam puts out an ad for a new roommate, he wasn’t expecting a gorgeous woman like Jessa to answer! But her cash is good and she wants the room, so even though it’s kind of weird he agrees to take on a female housemate. The only problem is going to be keeping a lid on his tendency to wear women’s clothing now and again… especially since Jessa asked him to handle the laundry!

  Sam can’t resist a hot pair of panties, and soon he finds himself falling back onto old habits. But when Jessa catches him dressed up in her lingerie, rather than being disgusted, she thinks it’s hot. In fact, she makes him go further, doing his hair and make-up and introducing him to an exciting world of sexy fun that he never even imagined existed!

  Soon they’re going out to clubs together and Jessa is pushing Sam deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. When a hot guy named Aaron starts expressing interest, will Sam go for it and embrace the ultimate experience of being a real woman? In the heat of the night and the darkness of the club, anything is possible…

  An excerpt from Caught in Panties:

  “Go take a look,” she urged me.

  I got up and walked over to the mirror, tucking myself between my legs again, and gasped at what I saw. I raised a trembling hand to my face. “I look… gorgeous.”

  Before, I’d always looked like a little girl, because I’d been a little boy. Even when I’d cross-dressed as an adult I’d rarely done my makeup and never done my hair. But the way Jessa had made me up, I actually looked and felt like a woman. I couldn’t stop staring at myself. I looked like Erin. A shiver ran through me. This was so fucked up, but I felt amazing.

  “You do look gorgeous.” Jessa walked up behind me and looped her arms around my waist, starting to nuzzle my neck. I giggled. We looked like a pair of lesbians in the mirror. I still couldn’t believe how well Jessa had done with her work, but I was starting to get aroused again with her pressed up against me like she was.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. She was just in her work shirt and skirt, and she was starting to rub herself against me sexually… I didn’t feel masculine and in control, like I had the few times I’d been with women before. I felt vulnerable and exposed, standing there in Jessa’s lingerie.

  “Fucking this hot girl in my room,” she replied. “Do you want that, baby? Do you want to get your hot little girl ass fucked by another girl?”

  Another shiver rippled through me, and I bit my lip. I was super hard now. I whimpered and nodded.

  “Get on the bed,” she whispered in my ear. “On all fours, like a good little girl.”

  I hopped up onto her bed on my hands and knees, feeling a rush of unfamiliar sensations. I never imagined that someone might have sex with me while dressed as a girl, and now it was happening almost faster than I was ready for. But was I kidding, really? On some level, I’d wanted this my whole life. Jessa began to rummage in her closet. What is she going to do? I wondered. What’s happening right now?

  When she turned around, my eyes widened in shock. A cute little strap-on bobbed in front of her crotch. It was blue and cone-shaped and ridged, not quite the same as a penis, but the intent was unmistakable. Jessa grinned at me with hunger in her eyes and leapt over to kneel behind me, gripping my arms and bumping her hips against my body. I could feel the little strap-on bob against my stomach as she teased me with it.

  A hand wandered down to release my dick from the panties and she allowed it to poke out of the top.

  “Your girl-dick is going to hurt if we keep it trapped while we have our fun,” Jessa said. “But I can make you feel so good, baby…”

  Christmas Swap: A Sweet Gender Swap Romance

  When Albert Green donates the last $20 he has as a gesture of goodwill to a funny old man beside a mysteriously decorated tree, he’s blessed with the chance to make a single, magical Christmas wish! He closes his eyes and wishes for the one thing he’s wanted more than anything else in his whole life: to be a woman. That night, the three spirits of Christmas appear to him in his dreams and work a holiday miracle on his sleeping form.

  When he awakens, he’s shocked to discover that he’s sixteen years old again and trapped in the body of an alternate reality version of himself that has always been female! Not only that, but she’s smoking hot. The spirits have granted him two weeks in his own past to experience what life as a woman would have been like, and Albert—now “Allie”—intends to enjoy every possible moment of it.

  Will Allie be able to navigate the new and foreign challenges of her strict Catholic school as a teenage girl, beat the mean queen bee Eva Grey, and get an invite to the Christmas dance from her own best friend (and hot crush) Jacob Heyward? And as she slowly falls in love with her new, feminine body, will she find a way to hang onto it? The spirits hinted that there might be a way to remain as Allie forever, but only if she manages to find something as magical as true love’s kiss before her time runs out…

  An excerpt from Christmas Swap:

  I flushed and quickly washed my hands, suddenly oblivious to the other girls in my urgency to get to my locker, and raced out of the bathroom and down the hall. As I rounded the corner into my locker bay, I collided with another student and lost my grip on my book bag. He kept his footing, but I went tumbling to the floor. My backpack skidded away from me, and I landed on my padded rear with a painful bounce.

  “Owwww,” I said, grimacing.

  “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” someone said. Why does that voice sound familiar? A pair of strong hands slipped under my arms and lifted me up like it was nothing, helping me back onto my feet. I turned around, stammering my own apology, but the words died on my lips. It was Jacob! My Jacob!

  “Dude!” I cried. instead “You have no idea how glad I am to see you! It’s been forever.”

  Before I even realized what I was doing, I had enveloped him in a huge, friendly hug. It had been two years since I’d seen that handsome, goofy face of his, and I’d missed him terribly. He had been deployed to the Middle East when he joined the army, sent on scouting missions, and even when he was home on leave it had only been for a few days at a time. Seeing him in front of me, in the flesh, sixteen years old again and already looking as much of a man as he had at twenty, was one of the best Christmas gifts I could have asked for.

  But then I noticed he wasn’t hugging me back. He was resting his hands gently on my shoulders, a look of shock on his face. Furthermore, I noticed for the first time that my body was having an unexpected reaction to being pressed up against a boy like this. Rather than the friendly, masculine bear hug sensation I was used to feeling with Jacob, now our bodies had come together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My curves practically melted into him, pushing my pert breasts against his chest, and I felt the hardness of his developing stiffy push against my bare leg through his pants, as well as the smooth curve of his muscles in his back and arms wherever he touched me. I felt a warm, tingling sensation in my crotch, and blushed as I realized that I was wet down there! Holding Jacob like this had turned me on in a big way, apparently I had turned him on too, and the worst part was that I really, really liked that… I didn’t want to let go of him, but I forced myself to disen
tangle and step back before I could embarrass myself any more.

  He looked even redder than I was, and then he said slowly: “Uh, is this some kind of joke? You see me every day, Allie. Your locker is right next to mine. You just don’t usually say more than two words to me…”

  I was stunned. Could it be possible? Jacob was my best friend in the world. I loved everything about him. Our lockers had been side by side since the first day of middle school, which was how we had met, and we’d become best friends in high school bonding over all kinds of regular teenage problems. He’d even thought about dating Eva Grey once, back in 7th grade, when she was all knees and elbows and hadn’t yet developed into the bombshell she’d later become, and I’d talked him out of it because I thought he was too cool and too smart to be with her. She was still probably dumb, and I had no idea how hot she was going to get… and mean. He really dodged a bullet there.

  But then I realized that as a girl, especially as a pretty girl, we probably wouldn’t have ever struck up a conversation at our lockers. We wouldn’t have bonded over teenage problems, because that bonding had happened over teenage male problems. But Jacob was so handsome! It was a strange thought to have, and it popped into my head out of nowhere, but I knew the truth of it was that I’d always thought that about him… for some reason it was only now, as a girl, that I felt like I could admit that to myself about him.

  It was even worse, because in this female body, I felt the most amazing attraction to him. I loved the way his eyes followed my small movements, and I was almost hypnotized by every little detail of his. The attraction was ten times as powerful as anything I’d ever felt for him when I was a man, and I could tell that he was attracted to me too, even if my little stunt with the hug hadn’t proved it by giving him a boner. Right now all I wanted to do was rush back to him and feel him sweep me up in his strong arms again. These teenage hormones were no joke! I’d forgotten how powerful they were, and I’d never experienced them from the female side.

  My biology was screaming for me to mate—more specifically, to mate with Jacob…

  VR Gender Swap: A 4-Book Virtnet Chronicles Bundle

  Mike Wantry has always wondered what it would feel like to be a girl, and thanks to the magic of full-body virtual reality his dreams are finally possible! There's just one problem: All gender and sex programs are blocked on his VR machine.

  When he finds himself home alone one day, he decides to "borrow" his step-sister's machine and see what it's like to walk a mile in her shoes. Everything is going well until her girlfriend Amy catches Mike in the act. She decides to have a little fun with him by showing him exactly what being a girl means!

  Now Mike is in over his head and the action is getting hotter every second, but can he get out of his female VR body before he starts to like it a little too much? If Amy has her way, he might be stuck like this forever...

  That would be terrible... wouldn't it?

  An excerpt from VR Gender Swap: A 4-Book Virtnet Chronicles Bundle:

  After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of build, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked… well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.

  “That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.

  “How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.

  “Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”

  He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.

  “I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out… Mikala.”

  What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun… it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.

  Mikala blinked. What had Amy just done to her?

  “Poor girl,” teased Amy. “I can see you’re confused.” She brushed her virtscreen to the side, where it hovered in the air, and slinked towards Mikala with a sly smile. Amy towered over her now. She reached out and rested a finger on Mikala’s lip, halting the stream of questions that threatened to come tumbling out of the trembling girl.

  “Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squirmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”

  Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.

  “I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.

  “Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.

  Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.

  “Mmmm,” said Amy. “Yeah, moan for me, you little slut.” And then she jerked Mikala’s thong down in a single motion and slid two fingers deep into her throbbing, soaking pussy, working them furiously in and out while Mikala lay helplessly pinned. She writhed against Amy’s hand, almost crying at the sensation. All thoughts, all logic had flown from her head. There was no shame, no fear, no panic… just Amy’s fingers, sliding effortlessly in and out to part her aching lips again and again.

  “More…” she begged.

  “What did you say?” asked
Amy, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mikala’s ass with three quick slaps. Each of them made Mikala jump with a little burst of pleasure. “What does my pretty little slut want?”

  “Pleaaase, more… harder…” she panted, face half-buried in a pillow. Her face burned, but she was too far gone for shame, now. She was lost in her lust, and all she wanted was for Amy to come back and fill her tight little pussy with something, anything; whatever would stop the agonizing ache that demanded attention in the soft, wet place between her legs.

  “My little slut wants more?” Amy asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I’m not sure my hand is going to cut it… But I can get something that might.” She snapped her fingers and Mikala saw her virtscreen pop up out of the corner of her eye. Amy tapped a few times and then Mikala felt something thick and warm pressing against her leg. “Yeah,” continued Amy. “Some girls are fine with fingers. But pretty little sluts like you need a hard, throbbing dick inside of them to calm them down, don’t they?”

  Mikala struggled to twist to the side and see what was going on… She caught a glimpse of Amy, toga-dress hiked up, her perfect blonde body now sporting a seven-inch cock that poked proudly out in front of her, thick and fully erect. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she bobbed her hips with a little thrust. Both girls watched it bounce in the air. Mikala was torn between horror and wonder. Was Amy going to shove that giant thing inside of her tiny pussy? Would it even fit? It looked so huge to Mikala. The smirk that spread across Amy’s face as she watched Mikala’s eyes widen suggested that she was going to try. Mikala squirmed and quivered trying to escape, but she was still held firmly in place by Amy’s iron grip.