DIRTY SWAPS: Hardcore Gender Swap Bundle

by Tina Majors

  Maybe I would make it as a writer, maybe I wouldn’t.

  No one could say for sure, and certainly no one can predict the future.

  I guess this was the whole point of a liberal arts degree. Keep on searching, experimenting, find out what you are passionate about and then go full out on it. But give yourself room to be yourself, try different things.

  Damn, here I was again, back on a deep thinking philosophical trip.

  Okay, okay, I thought. What the hell would distract me from these ideological black holes?

  At this point I was relieved to feel the presence of someone approaching.

  I looked up and felt double happy that it was in fact Topher, the barista.

  Looking up at him I guess I saw him in a different light. Of course, I had always been able to acknowledge that he was a handsome dude. The kind of floppy haired, slightly dreamy and off in the clouds, probably not a classic alpha male. But looking at him now I was noticing the strength in his arms as he appeared to be bringing over what looked like a short stack of pancakes and summer fruits towards my table.

  But, I didn’t place an order?

  “These are for you,” Topher said. “We had some spare from a breakfast takeout order who didn’t collect.”

  “Are you sure?” I replied. “I mean, great, thank you.”

  Topher smiled and placed the ornate plate down on my table, just to the side of my notepad, cell phone, and assorted pencils and fluorescent marker pens.

  I had to remember that while he knew the old me, this version of me now was to him a total stranger, a woman who he had never seen before but, I suspected, he liked the look of.

  Looking him up and down, and continuing the reassessment of him that began with those strong arms, I noticed that he wore kind of retro jeans, the light blue denim of the 80s that had come back on trend in recent times. He wore a black belt with metal buckle to accompany the look and set it firmly in that 1980s aesthetic. His white t-shirt was crisp, the small fish logo hinted at someone who enjoyed surfing, the outdoors, and probably the occasional joint or several.

  The picture I was putting together was of a mellow dude who liked to live life at his pace, wasn’t a classic alpha male but at the same time had a level of self-confidence and self-assuredness that was undeniably magnetic in its own right.

  Totally different to Jackson.

  Totally different to Professor Mysteros.

  I figured I should say something, but felt a little flustered and didn’t know what to say without sounding like a total dork.

  “So, you like to work here?” I said.

  Idiot, I thought, angry at myself for such a lame question.

  I shouldn’t have worried, Topher seemed to take it in good humour.

  “Oh yeah,” He said, “It’s a total dream! No, but seriously, it’s fine, it provides me with some extra money to spend. My scholarship doesn’t quite cover everything, so if I want to spend on a little extra something, the money I make from this gig really helps.”

  “What are you majoring in?” I asked, interested in this guy who seemed to not be the classic rich kid who frequented this campus.

  “Probably gonna go for something in anthropology, social evolution, the changing dynamics between the sexes and how gender lines in attraction have become blurred. You know, something that will definitely guarantee me a high paying job!”

  He was joking of course, a joke I understood and laughed at sincerely. So this was a guy with the looks, the subtle manliness, and wasn’t some over privileged white kid?

  Sounds perfect, I thought.

  But, wait, why was I even thinking like this? Was this some form of acceptance that I would always remain a woman, that… I actually hoped my transformation would be permanent? This was a lot to get my head around.

  “Thank you again for the short stack,” I said, smiling.

  “No problem,” Topher said. “I hope to see you again in here another time. My shift is about to finish, I’ve got an appointment at the rock climbing wall, but yeah, I hope you enjoy those pancakes.”

  So he worked out too?

  And not just lame ass jock weightlifting, but the campus indoor climbing wall.

  This really did impress me.

  I couldn’t help but imagine him scaling the wall, using his powerful, lean physique to traverse the colour coded bumps and humps, almost like a barista Spiderman if you can picutre that image.

  I felt a ripple of excitement flow through my body.

  My face flushed a little, and I looked up at Topher and smiled.

  “You like to climb?” He said. “Maybe we could go together sometime?”

  “Yeah, I’d like that,” I replied.

  This was crazy. I felt my nipples harden, my pussy tingle. I wanted to jump on him right there and then.

  What the hell was becoming of me?

  It was as if my old masculinity was vanishing by the second. My female body was also erasing my old male brain and replacing it with something else, something that was new to me, but something I couldn’t deny now.

  I was into this.

  The rest of my time at the café was pretty normal.

  I managed to get my head back into the thriller and jotted a few new ideas. Mainly descriptions of the action sequences and the final ski duel between the two lead protagonists. I thought it could really pop-off and become something real.

  I put my pen down and took a time-check.

  It was time to leave.

  This really had been a revealing, tasty, and thrilling visit to my favourite coffee spot. In more ways than one.

  **

  So, yeah, it had been a crazy day so far.

  I began to walk up the steps towards my dorm room. The first thing I was planning on doing was standing in front of my full length mirror and then taking in the view of the new me in my workout gear.

  The idea was to take in my sensual, feminine curves, maybe run my hands over my perky breasts, the touch of my fingers over my nipples would surely cause them to stiffen, begin pushing outwards, a visible sign of my arousal.

  From there?

  Well, I had in mind that I would move my hands down towards my crotch, gently massaging my fingers over my lycra clad pussy and see where it went from there…

  Well, that was the plan anyway.

  I arrived at my dorm, turned my key and entered.

  I felt thirsty all of a sudden and not even taking the time to properly shut my door walked over to my little kitchenette area and got a cold can of Sprite out of the mini fridge.

  Boy, I had worked up a sweat.

  I opened the can and took a long gulp. It quenched my thirst and just for a moment I enjoyed the feeling of the cool, cool beverage making its way down my body. I rested the can on my forehead and felt very calm and tranquil.

  After all, I was in my own personal haven now.

  I could take my time to explore my body.

  Then just as I realised that I hadn’t actually shut the door, I heard a voice.

  Oh my Gosh!

  “Um, hello?” Came the firm, but friendly voice from behind me.

  It couldn’t be him.

  Please no.

  I couldn’t bear to turn around, but in truth I knew exactly who it was.

  Of course, it was Jackson.

  “You’re not my bro,” Jackson said as I turned to face him.

  Jackson was smiling, clearly inquisitive about who this was in his bro’s room.

  “I mean, hey,” He said, “I’m not complaining.”

  I blushed – and I mean full on red, full on flush, it felt like I was on fire I was so hot.

  “I-I-I,” I tried to splutter some kind of excuse.

  I mean, seriously, there was no way that I was actually going to say who I was, or used to be, or… you get my drift.

  “Hey, relax,” Jackson said, stepping into the room. “You must be a study partner from one of this Logic classes?”

  “Yes,” I said. “My name is�
� Felicity.”

  Felicity? I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I had named myself, added an actual rea life name to my new form. I felt dizzy. Suddenly, this seemed very real and I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt.

  I knew one thing for sure however, and that was that Jackson looked incredibly hot. Dressed in work out gear himself, his neon yellow workout vest perfectly displayed his wide, muscular, and toned ebony shoulders and ripped biceps. I guess I had always been in awe – and a little bit more – of his body, but I was noticing details now in super high definition whereas previously it had been like I was looking through an older screen. I could see all of his physique, so muscular, such a statement of manhood.

  It didn’t take me long for my eyes to drift down towards his shorts. I guess they call them shorts for a reason, because seriously these things were tiny. Riding high on his lean but muscular thighs, my eyes were drawn to his crotch.

  Trust me when I say that the outline was something to behold. When I was a man, I could only have dreamed of having that kind of visible bulge. And to think that this is what women saw every time they looked at him? It was no wonder he did so well with the chicks.

  “Hey, I’ve got a face,” Jackson said.

  He made a face like he was offended but suddenly it became clear he was joking. No offence had been taken at my drooling and objectifying of his marvellous physique.

  “Well I don’t know about you,” Jackson said. “But I need a shower after my workout. Come on, let’s go.”

  Jackson held out his hand towards mine.

  My heart was racing, I was so turned on, almost weak with excited nervous energy.

  Could I really go through with this?

  There would surely be no going back from this. I mean, would I be able to control myself in the shower with him?

  Would he just totally overpower me?

  Would I be able to handle him?

  Then, it was as if instinct took over. I held my hand out towards his, he took it, and led me out of the dorm room, down the corridor and into the shower block.

  Jackson had a quick check around to make sure that the shower block was empty and turned to me, licked his lips and pointed me towards the shower.

  “Take your clothes off, baby,” He said, “I’ll be right in.”

  I walked into the cubicle and took my clothes off and turned the shower on.

  “Get it nice and hot for me!” Jackson shouted from outside.

  Of course, I knew exactly how to get the temperature just right. In fact, I had often joked with Jackson about how I was the master and had even got his shower just right for him on a few occasions. But, of course, this was as a man – and it was never a case of sharing showers!

  I was standing there, naked, my nipples hardening, my pussy already throbbing in excitement at the thought of Jackson walking in.

  Then it happened.

  His tall, muscular, lean but broad frame filled the cubicle, making me seems positively tiny by comparison.

  I couldn’t help it, I just had to lick my lips. It was an animal reaction, totally unplanned.

  “You like what you see?” Jackson asked. “Why not have a feel?’

  Jackson wasn’t really asking. He knew full well that I wanted to get my smooth, feminine hands all over his body, and his large, thick, semi hard cock.

  I began by going on tip-toes and running my hands over his well defined shoulders, his rock hard peck, his perfectly formed biceps.

  This guy was a real alpha male, his power was tangible.

  The fact that he was letting me do what I wanted I knew was actually a privilege I should be grateful for.

  I leant in a kissed his the ripples of his abs. Talk about six packs, this was an eight pack of pure testosterone. I mean, he worked out hard, I knew that, but this was the kind of definition that only the true men amongst us can achieve.

  Even as a man I knew I would never have been able to get to this level.

  I paused momentarily.

  I knew full well what the next stage was.

  All signs pointed downwards.

  I suddenly became very nervous, almost afraid to look.

  But the thing was, I could feel it.

  I could feel his monster dick growing, pressing against my stomach, angrily demanding attention.

  “Don’t be shy, girl,” Jackson said. “Just follow your white girl instincts.”

  I felt a surge of energy.

  White girl instincts.

  He knew that as a strong, powerful black man he would be fantasised over by petit, curvy white college girls like me.

  The thought just turned me on so much. I knew that I had fantasised more and more about black on white fucking, gradually accepting that I actually wanted to be the white chick getting fucked, servicing the big black dicks in the videos and online captions.

  I squatted down and gripped his cock with both hands, pulling it towards my mouth – my mouth that had automatically opened wide, ready to take as much of the smooth, shiny dick as possible.

  Then it happened, I pressed my lips, so juicy and plum in their feminine form, on his bulbous dickhead and then swallowed. I took it all, only gagging slightly towards the end.

  It all came so naturally. I wanked his cock, sucked on it, licked it from top to bottom. All the time, Jackson made noises of approval and gave me encouragement.

  Suddenly, he pulled back.

  I worried that I had done something wrong, and the last thing I wanted to do was to upset my black god. I shouldn’t have worried.

  Without speaking, Jackson placed his hands on my shoulders, then under my arms, lifting me up and putting me in the fireman’s lift position over his shoulder.

  I felt totally vulnerable, but also completely safe in his strength and control over me. I felt his spare hand grab at my ass cheeks, wobbling them a little, squeezing the fleshiest parts. Again, the noises of approval were never far away. I felt Jackson then ease in one, two, fingers in to my pussy, working them in and out. I could easily have cum just from that. But I knew why he was doing it.

  Jackson was preparing me.

  I let out moans of approval, bucked my hips into his shoulders to get some friction on my clit. It was all happening instinctively, as if this was the twentieth big black male I had enjoyed the pleasure of a naked shower with.

  Jackson then safely put me down, turned me to face the shower wall. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him and presented my ass.

  “Good, baby,” Jackson said. “Now get ready for the monster.”

  “Put it in me master!” I squealed.

  Jackson didn’t need a second invitation and I suddenly felt the majesty of his huge dick entering my tight, soaking wet pussy.

  He worked his cock in firmly but with care at first, letting my pussy acclimatise to the size of the obect being thrust inside it.

  Then he went harder.

  Then harder.

  Harder again.

  I was in ecstacy, total pleasure, my body bucking, pushing back on his length, screaming for more.

  Then, I felt the inevitable onrush of my first orgasm.

  “Thank you, master!” I cried out. “Thank you so much, ooooooooh.”

  The orgasms kept coming.

  Eventually, I was spent.

  Jackson turned me around, kissed me on my lips in a passionate, caring way that was still full of undeniable masculinity. He then pushed me down to my knees, my face at the same level as his cock. He took his dick and pumped it a couple of times, simultaneously rubbing it across my face.

  Then before I could realise what was happening, I felt the power and heat of his hot, thick, supercharged black cum fly into my face, my mouth, my hair. I stuck my tongue out to grab every last drop, and even took his dick in my mouth to suck out every last drop.

  “Okay, perfect,” Jackson said. “Meet me back in my room once you get cleaned up. We’ll be having a lot more fun, trust me.”

  I nodded, a feeling of great satisfactio
n that such a stud would approve of my sexual prowess. I mean, he didn’t know that this was my first time, did he?

  “Oh, and by the way,” Jackson said, turning as he left. “You got the shower just how I liked it. Not many people know how to do that…”

  Jackson smiled. He couldn’t possibly have known?

  Could he?

  Well, I slowly got to me feet and cleaned myself.

  I knew one thing for sure, when I finally did leave Jackson’s room, Mysteros would be fascinated with my findings from my first day as a woman…

  GYM GAINS: GENDER TRANSFORMATION!

  FEMINIZATION BODY SWAP

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  Hey, yeah, so I like to hit the road and jog. You know the feeling, you get out on the round and pound the pavement hard, get that righteous sweat up, breath in the air, let go of all of the stress and struggles from the day.

  Oh for sure, it cannot, repeat: cannot, be beaten.

  Well, it probably can, but, hey, you know what I mean.

  Moving on, I had recently purchased a new pair of running shoes. Absolute top drawer pair even if I do say so myself. They had a contemporary classic style with great style points, were comfortable, but also serious running shoes that had durability, balance, genuine serious technology of athletic conception and out on the street practicality.

  They didn’t come cheap, far from it.

  I had actually shelled out a pretty penny for them, relaxing my usual tight purse-strings and spending a cool one fifty large.

  Yes, one fifty big kahunas!

  I wasn’t actually made of money but I didn’t mind if it was something that I knew I would use and get a lot of satisfaction from. Talking of which, don’t even ask how much my surround sound ultra high clarity base and tempo system cost!

  Well, that’s another story, one I may well come back to at a later point I am sure. But now…

  Back to the shoes.

  They felt great, snugly moulded to my feet as I began my run with a short incline section that came just about long enough to allow my muscles to be sufficiently warm, the blood pumping around them as it should. I began the uphill ascent and felt okay, pumping my legs a little, letting them loosen up and feel their own way into the run.