DIRTY SWAPS: Hardcore Gender Swap Bundle

by Tina Majors

  I unbuttoned my suit trouser pants and let them drop to my ankles before stepping out of them. I was now standing in just a pair of tight, tiny black panties with a see through mesh at the front. I couldn’t believe how exposed I was in front of my boss and his client. As was becoming a pattern, I felt incredibly turned on by the situation, the exposure, my vulnerability in the presence of two alpha males.

  But then I acted on my new feminine instinct instead of covering up in modesty, I put my hands on my head and proceeded to turn around in a circle and show the men both sides of my body.

  As I did, I couldn’t help but put a slight twist on my hips, knowing full well that this would cause my booty to shake.

  I knew that it was pointless denying it, I just wanted to please these men and be a sex object for them.

  “Okay, better,” Jackson said. “But you still need to understand that you can’t be so God damn unprofessional. Get over here now!”

  Jackson looked like he wasn’t in the mood for any more crap and I obediently run over to him. As soon as I was in grabbing distance I felt him put his hands on me and throw me over his lap.

  What the hell was he doing?

  I should have guessed.

  When he said he needed to correct my ways, he meant an old school punishment. A spanking on my perfect bubble butt ass.

  “You’re going to say thank you after each one,” Jackson said. “And you will call me Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said. “Thank you, sir!”

  I was squealing as each spank came down on my cheeks.

  It really hurt, I had never been spanked by a man before, and here I was facing the powerful hand of a very strong alpha boss coming down on me.

  But the thing is, I was enjoying it.

  Not just the pleasure-pain thing, not even the fact that being submissive as a woman got me off, but it was the fact that I could tell Jackson was enjoying it too.

  How could I tell?

  Well, let’s just say I could feel the already sizeable bulge in his trousers grow bigger and pulse against me as I wriggled, cried out, and thanked him for each spank. I began to grind my crotch into his intentionally and manage to hit my clit spot pretty well too.

  Suddenly I found myself being picked up and thrown down onto the large fluff rug in the centre of the office. I suddenly felt very vulnerable again as I looked up and saw two tall, powerful, distinguished men standing over me.

  “Go on then,” Jackson said. “Shake that booty for us, make it clap!”

  I knew I had no choice but to start shaking my booty. My cheeks were still on fire from the spanking, I took a quick look over to the mirror and my thoughts were confirmed. I continued to watch slyly as I began twerking and flexing my booty for these two horny men.

  They cheered me enthusiastically as I twisted and bumped my crotch up and down on the luxury rug.

  Then I sensed them closing in on me and before I knew it I was being grabbed all over my body.

  I felt hands on my nipples, gently teasing them and stretching them out just the right amount.

  I felt a hand running up my leg and into the crack of my ass and over my puckered little hole.

  I stuck my ass out further to encourage more action around my ass and pussy and I wasn’t disappointed as I felt fingers sliding into my sopping wet pussy. I moaned and pushed backwards to get a deeper hit. This only caused me to get hornier and hornier.

  I was in heaven at this point.

  Then an amazing situation went up a notch as both men stripped and stood before me totally naked and with their rock hard cocks standing proud. I felt a shiver of excitement run through my body but I didn’t have much time to think as I found myself being picked up at either end of my body.

  What the hell was happening?

  Suddenly I felt Jackson enter me from behind and his client’s large, veiny, thick cock enter my mouth. It tasted a little salty, but I couldn’t deny that it felt natural to me.

  As both men began to rock me forward and backwards, their loud grunts getting louder as they filled me up with their giant pulsing cocks, I began to feel an unstoppable energy building up in my body. My pussy began to go wild with excitement, vibrating its energy out around my smooth, toned body.

  Suddenly I couldn’t control it any longer and began to shake and squeal uncontrollably, my entire body spasming and twitching.

  Once I was done, both Jackson and his handsome client pulled their dicks out and came all over my toned stomach and juicy tits. I barely noticed, I was absolutely ruined from my cataclysmic orgasm.

  I could hear them talking to each other and opened my eyes to the sight of their strong calves, muscled thigs, and large swinging cocks above me.

  The client dressed and left.

  Jackson picked me up, put me over his shoulder (which felt soooo erotic by the way, the strength of him contrasting with my vulnerability), and carried me over to the large sofa in the corner. I lay across him and listened as he told me what a good bimbo I was, how proud he was of me for taking both cocks so well.

  It felt good, really good.

  I really couldn’t imagine a time in my life when I had felt so satisfied.

  He then kissed me softly on the lips and walked out, turning around to smile at me at the door.

  My heart skipped a beat.

  “You were incredible,” He said.

  Jackson told me he had some business to attend to and I could rest for a bit in his office. He also told me we would be going out tonight, and I better be ready for a wild time.

  I promise I’ll tell you about it another time, because believe me my journey as a woman had only just begun…

  Swap Spa:

  Gender Transformation!

  FEMINIZATION BODY SWAP

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

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

  So it’s a hot day, the sun is in the sky and you want to hit the beach.

  Seems easy right?

  Well, maybe, maybe not.

  You’ve got to make sure you have the right sun screen for a start. And when I say sun screen I mean sun cream; both versions are acceptable of course but it’s one of those linguistic differences between countries that winds people – or should I say some people – up something rotten.

  Anyway, enough of that.

  As I was saying, it is important to get your sun screen correct when you know you will be spending a prolonged period exposed to the sun’s powerful rays.

  Believe me when I say, you don’t want to be waking up the next morning with a killer headache and your body essentially stuck to the bed sheets because you have spent too long in the sun without protection and now you find yourself suffering the full after effects that come with sunburn or its more serious sibling, sunstroke.

  I mean, think about it.

  The sun is a big ball of fire, arguably the biggest you’ll see in your lifetime, so surely you would want to make sure it doesn’t burn you?

  I mean, you wouldn’t walk directly into a blazing oven would you?

  You wouldn’t see a burning building and walk into that, surely not?

  This is the exact same thing, only the heat is stronger from the sun than it is from a conventional gas oven or burning shop front.

  Of course you agree with me, but why then is it that so many people do not heed the warnings about sun burn and sunstroke? It’s odd, but I think maybe it is a cultural thing, like back in the day people didn’t bother so this generation now is still on some level influenced by their elders?

  Well, I hope the tide is turning on this one, that’s all I can say because too many people have fallen to skin cancer and other sun related diseases. It’s just not right, and it’s so easily preventable.

  Also I think a factor is that because we don’t have sun 365 days a year, people kinda go crazy when it comes out and want to max their exposure.

  Because here’s the thing, sun isn’t all
bad from you… far from it.

  It actually contains vitamins inside each individual ray that hits you. These vitamins fuel your health and wellbeing, make you stronger and faster. Plus it just feels good and makes you happy to be in the sun right, and who doesn’t want a golden tan?

  I guess what I’m saying is take a balanced attitude, enjoy the sun but also remember to make it right with the cream. Hell, even if it’s just from a vanity point of view, consider this: exposure to the sun without adequate cream can age your skin prematurely.

  Got you thinking now have I?

  Well, I’m ranting on and on and on here, but it’s an important issue to me, so I don’t feel too bad about that!

  So yeah, you just know I have the right sun cream to use. But that’s not all you need to take into consideration when going to the beach. Something that people forget to mention quite often is the need for water, H2O in its purest formulation. If you’re not hydrated at the best of times you’re in trouble, but it can actually be lethal if you are at the beach, exposed to the baking hot sun, and as the hours pass you go from being a bit thirsty to collapsing in a heap.

  Don’t think this doesn’t happen on the regular, because it does.

  I have read the reports and poured over the statistics and trust me when I say they make scary reading. We were more or less almost totally made up of water so logically it’s only correct that we need to ensure a steady intake of it. Of course you could always go and buy a soft drink at the beach, that is if you are willing to pay the often exorbitant prices and put up with sugary processed drinks that would make even the hardest-core additive addict think twice.

  Well, ultimately, I’m saying that a good idea is to take a couple of two litre bottles of distilled water with you.

  Note I said distilled.

  That is important to me, but maybe I’ll get into that another time but the main takeaway here is that you need water and should always have some with you on your person when you plan on visiting the beach for a good time.

  Anything else?

  Oh yeah, make sure to pack a towel that is large enough to negotiate the always tricky task of changing in and out of clothes over the duration of your visit. You don’t want any embarrassing slip ups here. Best case scenario is you get away with it and no one sees, middle case scenario is you get seen and feel embarrassed, worst case scenario is that you are arrested and charged with public indecency.

  Don’t laugh, it’s happened. It’s happened and it has ruined careers for people.

  Well, best not to dwell on extreme cases, but it is always better to be prepared for all possibilities. Anyway, you’ve got your sun cream (or screen!), your water (preferably distilled), and your towel.

  You think that’s all you need?

  Think again.

  My final life hack for essential beach preparations is a good quality (note the emphasis on good quality) pair of beach flip flops. Thinking of wearing shoes? Well you may as well just chuck those shoes in the bin right now because you will never, repeat never, get the sand out.

  So just buy a pair of cheap knock off flip flops right?

  Wrong.

  You could not be more wrong if you tried.

  A good quality pair of sandals is essential as it provides your feet with the support they need. After all, feet don’t stop being feet just because you are going to the beach. You can still get inured on sand. And hey, how about stepping on some broken glass in the car park that leads on to the beach? No thanks, I would rather not bleed out to death surrounded by mortally obese beach visitors on a hot August afternoon thank you very much.

  Listen, I ‘m a pretty chill guy, but I just think you get your head in the right place and your prep correct before you go to the beach okay?

  Okay, I definitely am ranting now, albeit making valuable points.

  Well anyway, now we have established the best way to have a good, but safe!, time at the beach I can tell you a little something that has been bugging me.

  Now I am not one to complain or be pernickety about things, I am as chilled out and cool as they come. But recently I’ve been getting a bit hot under the collar with regards to the way that my fridge doesn’t seem to be working to perfection.

  Well, why would a fridge need to work to perfection I hear you bellow?

  Well, I’ll tell you, when you shell out over a three thousand on a refrigeration device you expect it to work to the absolute letter of exactness. Okay, I may be one of those annoying guys who loves to show off his twin Sub Zees, but I’ll tell you something, I don’t hear anyone complaining when I serve them up an ice cool, the true definition of ice cool, glass of beverage.

  I mean, you haven’t had a cold drink like I can serve up (unless you too are an owner of a Sub Zee branded refrigeration device, then in that case you will be fully on board the Good Ship Agreement).

  Well, here’s what’s happening.

  It’s making a strange noise every hour, on the hour. It will beep two short beeps.

  Like this: beep-beep.

  Then silence for another hour.

  I cannot work out what it is, and I am more or less an expert in technology from your common garden lawn mower to your space age computer app.

  You name it, I can understand it.

  But this puzzle is absolutely rotting my brain out. It’s like I’m in a bad trip that will never end. I’ve called the Sub Zee contact centre and to be quite frank I was pretty disappointed. The person on the other end of the line, a man called Chadley (I mean, come on!) seemed to be stifling his laughter as he rather glibly tried to tell me something or other about checking somewhere or other.

  To be honest, I gave up listening and instead tried to repeat my problem until the message became clear to him.

  Well, it looks like I will have to demand an engineer call out for this, because despite the fact that I can still enjoy the perfection of an ice cold beverage, there is no way on God’s great earth I am putting up with this hourly beeping.

  Not a chance.

  To top all this off, I still haven’t found my digital watch I lost a few weeks ago. I guess that’s probably one thing that I’ll have to accept is gone forever.

  Oh well.

  But as I say, I’m not one to let things wind me up. I’ve been reading up a lot on the ancient ways of dealing with relaxation and allowing the mind to decompress. Not that I need to, I am as cool as a cucumber for ninety nine point nine nine recurring percent of the time. It’s others who need to show some respect, just like that moron Chadley at the Sub Zee contact centre.

  Well, it’s his life, he can behave like an arrogant prig if he wants.

  As I have learned, it is he who will have to content with his karma, not I.

  Burt anyway.

  Beaches, bikinis, tanning lotions, a cold drink from the refrigerator, ice cubes, a potent combination to get the mind racing. I’d always drooled over hot babes in bikinis, who hasn’t? But I’d also had a long term wondering about what it would be like to be one of the curvy, super sexy women in the different colours and styles of bikini. What it would be like to be lusted after like that, to have that kind of perfect body, to have men practically falling over themselves to get inside that tiny swimsuit. These had always been fantasies of mine, the nature of the fantasy gradually becoming more complex, dirtier, more open minded over time. But, I’d always assumed it would remain a fantasy and nothing more.

  Well…

  **

  I arrived at the health club and spa and got out of my car in the underground parking area. It was still quite warm even without the sun but I couldn’t wait to get into the rooftop pool and enjoy a bit of rest and relaxation.

  Then something strange happened.

  Something very strange.

  All of the cars in the car park started honking their horns and flashing their lights.

  It was intense and totally out of the ordinary.

  Beep beep.

  Flash flash.

  And so
it went.

  I’ll be honest, it was quite off putting and maybe even a little scary. For a brief moment I was totally blinded by the lights and for a few seconds I literally couldn’t see a single thing.

  But I did feel a strange energy around my body, that much I do know.

  This energy was very intense, almost like something entering my body through osmosis, totally running through me and altering me from the inside to out. I couldn’t describe it any better than that, it was totally other worldy.

  Well, this only lasted for a few seconds as I say and once it was over I dusted myself down and continued out of the carpark and up the elevator towards the reception on the ground floor of this grand old building that had undergone massively expensive refurb from a mysterious international conglomerate.

  As I walked towards the elevator door, the funny feeling still persisted but I couldn’t put my finger on what was different.

  I kept thinking about how the energy had felt like it was coursing all through my body at an incredible pace, with this kind of kinetic magnetism that was turned up to max volume.

  Chill the hell out, I thought to myself.

  I pressed the button on the escalator door and entered the lift.

  Weird, a lift without a mirror, I thought. Huh, probably some kind of spiritual thing.

  I walked over to the receptionist and swipe my card (which I had received in the post via special delivery a few days earlier) on the scanning machine. I noticed the receptionist smile knowingly as I walked through the security device.

  Then that weird feeling in my body again. It was a powerful, tingling sensation now. Sure, it was weird and made me feel a little strange, but I couldn’t deny that I also felt… good. But, being a bit of a control freak, I hated the fact I didn’t know exactly what was happening.

  Huh, oh well, nothing a bit of relaxation wont remedy, I thought in my head.