DIRTY SWAPS: Hardcore Gender Swap Bundle

by Tina Majors

  I felt like I was in the presence of a God.

  Marcus knew the power he held over me and he flexed and stroked his throbbing cock before moving it over to my face. Before I knew what was happening, my tongue was out of my mouth and moving all over his shiny dick head and shaft.

  The taste was incredible, and I immediately knew I was addicted to it.

  And by it I mean cock, alpha dick, cock sucking, slutty behaviour.

  I began to work the cock in and out of my mouth, gripping with one hand and licking and slurping with my mouth.

  Marcus made appreciative noises throughout until he evidently decided that enough was enough.

  “Okay, Booty,” He said. “Now is the time to put your name to the test.”

  With that he flipped me over as if I barely weighed a single kilo. I felt him position me for his pleasure, lifting my hips up and spreading my ass cheeks.

  “Cute booty hole,” He said. “We’ll be using and playing with that, but right now it’s all about working your hot little cunt.”

  I felt a surge of nerves, adrenalin, happiness.

  This was a dream coming true, and I knew it.

  Marcus then began to ease in his magnum sized dick. It felt incredible. I really thought I was going to orgasm right there, on the first moment of penetration. I let out a long hard moan and bit my lip.

  “Yeah, that’s it, tell me you love it,” Marcus said as he began to pump his rock hard cock in and out of me.

  “I love it, I love it, I love being a woman,” I screamed, totally unselfconsciously.

  “Eh?” Marcus said, laughing. “My meat’s got you talking like a mad hoe!”

  “Shut up and drive it into me,” I squealed.

  I began to push back on his cock as hard as I could. I really wanted to make the most out of this, even though on some level I must have realised that I would be doing this a lot more in the future. Well, that was if I could get the body transformation to work again. Or was it the case that this is how I would stay from now on, a cock hungry bimbo? Now wasn’t the time to think too deeply, actually it would be an impossibility to even think clearly given the pounding I was taking.

  Marcus grabbed my hips tightly and increased the power, so much so that I began to feel a surge of energy rise up through me.

  It was happening.

  I was about to have my first orgasm during sex as a woman. Already it was much better than any orgasm I’d had in my male body. I increased my moaning, except now it was almost like I was an animal getting taken by the big male of the pack.

  “Yeah, that’s it, that’s it,” Marcus said, clearly he knew how close I was to cumming on his giant dick.

  Then it happened.

  I let out a long, loud, completely out of control moan and I felt my legs shaking, my pussy throbbing and my entire body seemed like it was convulsing.

  I went limp and let Marcus do what he wanted to me until he came. He actually just pushed my face into the car seat and angled my body so my ass was presented to him and he spread my cheeks and laughed as he drove in and out of my pussy at just the right angle.

  When he was ready to cum he flipped me over and I gladly presented my face for him to explode over.

  This was another big moment for me, taking my first hot cum facial. I kept my eyes open, my mouth wide open and my tongue sticking out hard and flat. I took all of his cum, and believe me there was a lot. It felt incredible as it hit my face, my tongue, and even flew into my mouth. I bounced up and down in excitement, encouraging more and more.

  It felt so natural.

  I lapped it up gratefully and as he finished and I lay across his lap I made sure to keep my face close to his resting cock. I wanted to take in its magnificence for as long as I could and found myself captivated my this large, resting snake as it twitched up and down a little, gradually relaxing after its special workout. I lightly kissed it to show my gratitude for what it had given me and felt comforted by Marcus’ hand as he gently stroked my luxurious, by sweaty and cum filled hair.

  I had forgotten all about the conference call. I guess I would have to think of something and hope they accepted my apology!

  “Well, booty,” Marcus said. “It’s time for you to wiggle on out of here. But leave me your number and we’ll see about doing something on the flip side.”

  I knew I wanted more experiences with Marcus, I just hoped my body swap was here to stay, or at the very least I would be able to swap back from male to female the next time Marcus wanted a hot gym booty to work over!

  Well, for me the experience confirmed one thing: I absolutely love being a woman.

  I get to be a big dick worshipping, booty shaking gym slut. Except next time I go to the gym, I’ll make sure to take women’s work out gear, and that includes some sexy panties to send the gym studs extra wild as they watch my squat…

  BIKINI SALES BIMBO: GENDER TRANSFORMATION!

  FEMINIZATION BODY SWAP

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

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

  I put the car into gear and pulled out of the underground car park.

  But just as I was heading to the exit I realised, or should I say had a brain flash, that I might have left my wallet on the roof of the car. How incredibly weird and totally out of character.

  I slammed the breaks, probably harder than I needed to, and got out of my car. Yes, it was true, I had indeed left my wallet on the roof and quite miraculously (okay, perhaps an exaggeration, but… sue me) the wallet had stayed perfectly in place.

  Weird city.

  Anyway, I opened the wallet to check everything was inside and it was. I got back into the car and composed myself. I said it wasn’t like me to do something like that, but recently I had found I’d been having moments where I was forgetting things or just coming out with dumb, airhead comments. Well, probably nothing I thought. It wasn’t as if I had an insidious brain aneurism developing was it?

  I shut the car door and put it back in gear and drove out of the car park. I had lost a couple of minutes because of this delay but I wasn’t going to worry too much as I had left enough time to get to the carwash anyway. It was a high end prestige car wash that you had to make an appointment at.

  You might laugh, but it was actually marketed as an artisanal car wash.

  I mean come on, that is just pushing the boundaries of lunacy too far for me.

  What, did they was the cars with triple fried washing liquid?

  Actually, I really hoped they didn’t because that would leave a vile residue wouldn’t it? Hey ho, maybe I should be less of a cynic in life. I was going to go and keep an open mind about the whole thing. I could always complain bitterly after the event if things didn’t work out as I had planned.

  I began my drive.

  This was odd, the traffic was heavier than normal for this time of day. It looked like there had been some roadworks put in place just before the traffic lights by the big building on the corner. This was not ideal and seemed to be causing a classic bottleneck of cars. I briefly considered the origin of the phrase bottleneck and wondered if it was anything to do with dolphins before making a mental note to Google it later.

  In theory, as the car was stationary, I could have looked at my phone but I had a strict policy of not doing that unless the engine was off and the car was parked. And anyway, we did appear to be inching forward at this point.

  The traffic began to release from the build up and I was able to press ahead on my journey to the carwash. I was looking forward to getting it cleaned, it really needed it.

  As I continued to drive I played a little game in my head. Thing is, I do believe that mental exercise is almost as important as exercise of the physical variety. I tried to imagine every country in the world and then visualise their flag. Needless to say, after the obvious choices I was pretty stumped.

  And thinking about it, I wondered how would I even know if I was right about
those? This was puzzling in another sense too. It was a further example of an air headed moment. and while it was okay, I guess, to have these lapses outside of work I really couldn’t afford to allow this kind of flaw to start creeping into my performance in the workplace.

  I figuratively crossed my fingers and trusted, or should that be hoped, it was merely a temporary aberration.

  A car beeped quite aggressively and at length at me. I couldn’t believe the cheek of it, I hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, I ignored the absolute prat and continued to drive.

  God, people could be so needlessly aggressive and petty when behind the wheel of a car.

  I tuned my in car radio to another station and was met with some pleasant but uninspiring jazz. I left it on as I couldn’t be bothered changing it again.

  Then, just as I was turning down the filter street that led to the ring road that would take me ultimately to the car wash, I was blasted with the long hard beep of another car.

  What the absolute hell was going on? I was getting paranoid now.

  I felt a bit chilly and went to turn the air con up to a heated level. Well, that mad eno difference, there was still a cold blast of air coming into the car.

  Another beep.

  And another.

  What the hell?

  Then it hit me. I suddenly wondered whether I had properly shut the car boot before leaving the car park. I felt a sickening feeling in the pits of my stomach. I glanced in my rear view mirror and my worst fears were totally confirmed in black and white before my very eyes.

  The boot was wide open!

  Not only did that explain why the car was so incredibly cold, it also explained the constant beeping from other cars. They weren’t being aggressive road hooligans, they were actually trying to help a driver in need of assistance. I felt a bit embarrassed and pulled over safely to shut the boot, my face as red as a beetroot from the embarrassment.

  This was getting silly now, I thought as I pulled out of the roadside layby and got back to business on my journey. Mistake after mistake, what was becoming of me?

  I was determined to make it to the car wash without another incident so got my focused head into gear (ironic, seeing as I was driving a car) and put all of my energy into what really should have been a simple task I could complete with my eyes closed (I mean that metaphorically of course, as driving with your eyes shut would be almost certainly lethal for you and other motorists or nearby pedestrians.)

  I felt a slight crunch as I put the car from third to fourth gear. I didn’t mind this because it at least showed I could spot my own errors. And anyway, who can honestly say they’ve never crunched a gear change? I know enough about cars and motorsports to know we can’t all be Michael Shoemaker can we?

  Okay, so things got back to normal after my mishaps with first the wallet on the roof and then me not properly locking the boot door and it flying open without me realising for ages while driving. The jazz on the radio was actually better than I first imagined when I tuned in and I might even go as far as to say that it was the best jazz I had listened to in ages either on radio or live or on my streaming service. I liked a lot of different genres of music, don’t get me wrong.

  But today I was in the mood for some smooth jazz, nothing too free form or aggressive. I would always keep an open mind with music, never avoiding a certain kind of genre based on preconceptions.

  Really I was happy to learn and take in new sounds all the time. One of my favourite genres was Malaysian Crunch, a sort of jazz inspired part Euro beat part pan pipe sound. Well, you can look it up if you want, I won’t force my tastes on anyone!

  I’d managed to get the temperature at a decent level in the car too and was actually enjoying my drive at this point. I was really looking forward to getting the car washed at this point.

  I had had it for a while and kept it in decent condition with regular services and regular washes. But for some reason I had left it a little while and was now at a point where it looked a bit shabby both inside and out. This was something that I needed to sort though as it was actually a company car that at some point I would need to return. If that return happened any time soon I would be in a bit of trouble though so that should fully explain my motivation for taking the car to this somewhat different, slightly out there and so called artisanal carwash.

  I felt an itch on my nose and took a moment to scratch it. It was one of those itches that I wouldn’t be able to wait out until it passed. It was one of those that would keep on existing and getting worse.

  And you know what they say, it always feels good to scratch an itch!

  Well, I gave it a quick scratch and felt a whole lot better. But somehow, and out of nowhere, a car pulled in front of me forcing me to break hard.

  Luckily there were no cars driving close behind me so I avoided a crash. I dread to think what a crash would have done to not only my insurance premium but also to my confidence on the road, even though it wouldn’t strictly have been my fault.

  I actually had a totally clean driving record, not even a ticket for speeding or parking on double yellow lines. I really prided myself on my skills and proficiency behind the wheel. But, yeah, as I say, I guess my luck was turning. Maybe this day wouldn’t turn out so bad after all. Heck, I might even become a lifelong customer and advocate of artisanal car washes!

  Just as I parked my car at the car wash I braked too hard and hit my head on the wheel. It kinda hurt and I had a quick look for some pain killers to pre-emptively neutralise the pain. I couldn’t find any in my pockets but then remembered that stray pack I had picked up in the office kitchen a couple of weeks ago.

  Not exactly stealing, but I did pocket them quickly.

  I reached into the glove compartment and briefly surveyed the bottle. It read Transformiol Max. The bottle had an image of a totally hot babe on the front, dressed somewhat skimpily, and with a suggestive look on her face.

  Advertising, eh!

  The corporate shills will do anything chasing that increased revenue won’t they?

  I hadn’t heard of the brand but thought who cares and quickly popped a couple. I felt a bit drowsy and felt myself snoozing off.

  I felt myself waking up, feeling a little cloudy. I got out of the car, definitely feeling a little strange, and made my way over to the reception desk. I was getting funny looks from the workers but put it down to paranoia.

  Then I noticed a couple of looks from other customers who were milling about with lattes and the like. Well, my clothes did feel strangely loose, but was that enough to be drawing so much attention? Weirdly I didn’t exactly hate the attention, which was different to usual.

  Hmmm, what is going on? I thought.

  Then I walked past a large mirror attached to the wall and I couldn’t believe what was looking back at me!

  I couldn’t believe it but instead of a reasonably fit, well turned out male, it would appear I was now a woman. And not just any old woman, but an incredibly sexy, perfectly curvy yet petit woman.

  What the actual hell?

  Without thinking about what I was doing I actually checked myself out in the mirror. Despite now wearing my old male clothes and being therefore in clothes that were way too big, I could still make out my body shape.

  I surveyed my pert breasts that, braless, wobbled underneath my thin white shirt. I could make out the outline of my nipples and as I stared I felt the incredible sensation of the nipples hardening and pushing against the shirt’s material. Instinctively I put my hands to cover the nipples but this only made my body tingle more.

  I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

  I turned to the side and then further round, looking over my shoulder at my new female ass. It was round, hard but with a significant amount of jiggle to it. It stuck out of my mens cut trousers, and in actual fact its shape had caused a rip right down the middle of the backside.

  God, that must have been what people were looking at, I thought.

  Then it hit me. If I had a
woman’s face, a woman’s breast and a woman’s bottom then… I must have a pussy.

  I was in a daze and even though anyone could have been watching, I put my hand down the front of my trousers, trying to make it look like I was adjusting the waist band.

  Oh my God.

  There was no dick there, nothing. I continued down and felt a thin line of pubic hair.

  I carried on.

  There it was, my new pussy.

  As I quickly ran my fingers over my lips I could feel the heat coming from there. All I wanted was to stick my fingers in and get myself off there, on the spot.

  I didn’t care who would see.

  My hot, wet pussy was desperate for a good seeing to, whether it was by me or someone else I’d be finding out soon enough… But I resisted and despite feeling like my legs were going to give way in all the excitement I turned around and started to walk back to the car.

  This was an emergency and I needed get back to the car and get out of here.

  But then out of nowhere I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was a firm grip, definitely a man. And it felt different because of course now I had the smaller, more petite shoulders and frame of a woman.

  Then in a booming voice I heard him speak.

  “Hey, you must be the entertainment,” He said.

  Entertainment? I thought, puzzled.

  I turned around and looked at him.

  My jaw nearly hit the floor.

  He was probably about six foot two, had very broad shoulders, and in his tightly fitted crisp white shirt I could make out not only very well defined pecks but also what looked like a six pack and a pair of imposing biceps. Wow, this guy sure did work out, but he also had brains as his suit suggested a management position.

  But what did he mean by entertainment?

  “Follow me,” He said. “My name is Jackson and I am the co-owner of this place. I’ll show you to the dressing room.”

  Dressing room? I thought.