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Gender Swapped!

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners and group sex, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, medical examination, female domination and revenge, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Gender Swapped! contains three fun, sexy stories of gender swaps and the hot mayhem that ensues:

The Sorority’s Newest Toy

Chris Bethel thinks he’s struck gold when a crude remark to a girl walking past at a party seems to have won him a date. She looks like she should be out of his league or at least offended by the way he was talking about her ass, but instead she invites him to a party at her sorority house for the following day.

He’s barely in the door before the girls have offered him drugs that they say they’ve all been taking, and seeing his chance to take advantage of some intoxicated sorority sisters, he’s happy to join in. But it’s only a few minutes before he starts to realize the pills they’ve given him do a lot more than make him feel different – they’re going to make him look different, too! In the space of minutes Chris has become Chrissy, with a sexy transformed body and a bimbo’s sex-crazed mind to match.

And that’s when the sisters reveal their final surprise: Chrissy isn’t their only guest at this little party. The Nu Alpha fraternity should be arriving any minute, and the frat brothers have been told all about the new girl who’s just dying to get filled by a couple of the frat’s biggest rushees.

The Doctor’s Pill

Eric Samuels is trying to score some anti-anxiety drugs from a new doctor, and when he learns this new doctor is a woman he’s sure he’ll soon have her pretty eyes watering with sympathy and writing him any prescription he wants. But when the attractive Dr. Bell catches him ogling her ass, she starts to get wise to the situation and decides to teach him a lesson.

She tells him she wants to help and the pill she gives him probably will make him feel good, at least eventually, but first he’ll have to come to terms with the transformation that Dr. Janice Bell’s gender reassignment drug puts him through as Eric becomes Erica. Only then can the fun start, as the busty, over-sexed new bimbo learns to give in to her overpowering urges.

Not to worry, Dr. Bell will ensure that Erica soon finds herself in the path of a group of doctors only too happy to team up and stuff the horny, submissive patient who seems to have popped up from nowhere.

The Office New Girl

Max Losman’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things than a job as a personal assistant. When he takes his whining and crass flirtation a step too far with a coworker from the office a floor down, she decides it’s time he learned a thing or two about perspective. When he leaves his new weightlifting supplement out on his desk, she finds herself with the perfect opportunity to make a little switch with some hormone pills of her own. It isn’t long before Max finds himself in a new body: female, sexy, and sex-crazed. With no choice but to show up for work in her new state, the office new girl is soon helplessly flaunting her new assets through the office in ways that Mr. Borough and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the unfamiliar but compulsively slutty newcomer is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the works of Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.


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The Office New Girl

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, female domination, feminization gender swap, group sex, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Max Losman’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things than a job as a personal assistant, and he’s not shy about telling his female coworkers he thinks he’s unfairly stuck in “a woman’s job.” It doesn’t help that all his female coworkers are infatuated by his handsome boss, Richard Borough, already one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, and Max often lets his jealousy get to him.

When he takes his whining and crass flirtation a step too far with a coworker from the office a floor down, she decides it’s time he learned a thing or two about perspective. When he leaves his new weightlifting supplement out on his desk, she finds herself with the perfect opportunity to make a little switch with some hormone pills of her own. It isn’t long before Max finds himself in a new body: female, sexy, and sex-crazed. With no choice but to show up for work in her new state, the office new girl is soon helplessly flaunting her new assets through the office in ways that Mr. Borough and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the unfamiliar but compulsively slutty newcomer is getting all the attention she can handle, and more.

Excerpt:

I turned back and studied myself from the front.

A healthy blush was spreading across my cheeks. I got a little embarrassed just looking at myself; everything about me just seemed to scream ‘sex.’ My lips were full and red. My lashes were long and thick. Even my hair, just toweled off and still slightly damp, was lustrous and healthy as it cascaded to my shoulders. The scent of the body wash continued to permeate the air I breathed, and with each inhale it brought back all the associations and sensations of that first moment in the afterglow of release. I realized it had been left behind by an ex-girlfriend almost a year ago, and I had never thrown it out.

With a mix of frustration and eagerness, I realized I was already once again almost too horny to concentrate.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo at Work with full consent of the original author.


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An Education in Femdom: Plaything

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, multiple partners, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam has been in Mistress’s house for almost a week now: doing his best to live up to her expectations and being brought back into line when necessary. Things have started to get intense, and in his struggle to make sense of his growing feelings Adam has made a misstep that will earn him the sternest punishment of all, and once again in front of the whole household.

But despite her strictness, Adam’s mistress is not a vindictive woman. When debts have been paid, what she really wants is some time alone with Adam to begin to understand what exactly she feels for her new eager and ever tempting submissive.

Excerpt:
I turned just enough to catch how Chris’s face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” he began, but trailed off.

“Up here.”

He drew a breath and stood. The legs of his chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and he winced.

“Here,” Mistress repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.

Christopher moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of his humiliation and punishment – with that flushed face. He reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. His cheeks took on a very soft glow and his eyes stayed very round as he watched Mistress.

“Tell me,” Mistress said to him as he stood at attention.

“Tell what, Mistress?” he asked.

“Why did you fail the inspection?”

“I – I don’t know, Mistress. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”

“You know, Christopher, I don’t really believe you.”

He looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds he fell silent and he closed his eyes. Mistress watched him coolly. Another moment ticked by and then he opened his eyes and raised them to meet hers.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: Exclusive Discipline with full consent of the original author.

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An Education in Femdom: Testing His Limits

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom bdsm play, discipline, pain play, bondage, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

It’s been three days since Adam arrived at the mistress’s house, but when looking back on them he remembers only a whirlwind of new experiences that overwhelm any sense of time. In only that short period it has fulfilled all the lofty hopes that brought him here, but it has awakened new deeper, secret hopes as well. In quiet moments, he even dares to think that it is special to the mistress, too, even as experienced and worldly as she is. As together they delve ever deeper into the submissive dominant relationship and push at the boundaries of what Adam thought himself capable of and comfortable with, the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will be said and what plans may be changed to address these unexpected feelings?

Excerpt:

She had lowered herself so that she was sitting on my thighs, her skin against mine. Her hand rested on my hip as she continued to hold my face towards her with her other hand. It was a symbolic gesture. I could never have looked away now. She was praising me for things I had never known about myself, but now that she had said them and said that she liked them, I couldn’t bear the thought of being any other way. So I looked at her, submissive and patient for her to do what she clearly wanted to so badly.

She produced a match from her pocket, struck it, and lit the candle before setting it aside on the floor. The clean scent of its smoke infused the air.

“Do you trust me, Adam?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” she said. “That’s good. Because this isn’t something I would do with just anyone.”

“I trust you, Mistress,” I repeated. But even so, my chest felt tight.

She laid a hand on my on the pale, sensitive skin of my stomach. She could feel my slight trembling. She could see the trepidation that, in spite of my need to please and be brave and be open-minded, I could not shut out entirely.

“If it becomes too much for you, I want you to tell me,” she said. “I want you to say so, alright? I want you to say ‘Awry.'”

“Awry,” I repeated.

“This is a safe room,” she said, “where two people who trust each other can explore things that they would not do with other people.”

I watched her, still at a complete loss for what was about to happen. I pulled lightly at my wrists. The bondage I understood. The bondage I liked. But it also made what was coming all the more terrifying, whatever it was. But I was grateful that she was speaking this way with me. It reminded me why I was not, in my conscious mind, afraid.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: Flirting with Boundaries with full consent of the original author.

An Education in Femdom: The First Trilogy

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, and public sex. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam has always been curious about the kink lifestyle, but his exposure to it with his current partner has been a bit limited. But after an eye opening experience with couple acquaintance within the scene, Adam and Naomi apply to become members in the highly exclusive Tunisia Society, a BDSM network of the city’s most powerful and influential women. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Tunisia uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Adam finds himself standing alone before a gathering of the city’s most powerful and sexually dominant women with only one task: obey.

An Education in Femdom: The First Trilogy follows Adam along the initial steps of his sexual adventure, first at the hands of his partner, then on the public stage of the Tremboix Society, and finally into the house of discipline established by one of the society’s most prestigious members who, intrigued by Adam’s charms, makes a rare offer to train him personally over the course of a week.

Excerpt

All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as hers one inch at a time.

As she continued to speak, her tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. “But me, I can tell when a man is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn’t have anything at all to do with ropes.” The tips of her fingers brushed the seam of my briefs. “Do you know what I mean, Adam?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just her touch but her orchestration. She was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but her scent, issuing me deeper into her world of physical bliss.

“Yes, ma’am,” I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jessica, of course, knew precisely what she was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from her. And I would be safe in her arms, her touch told me. I could let myself go.

The hand between my legs rubbed over my underwear, cupping my balls ever so gently, and I let out an explosive breath.

“I could take anything you possess right now, couldn’t I?” she asked softly. “Anything that is yours is being surrendered up to me. I can feel it in every breath you take.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

Her fingers felt at the edge of my underwear and then in stages she nudged them aside. The pressure of the constricting garment moved away and I felt my cock extending out into the air. The thought that I was somewhere where I was uncomfortable with my cock being exposed seemed to flit back and forth somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind.

“I could manipulate you and use you and you would not even think to object.”

“Yes,” I repeated. Each word she spoke seemed infused with the pleasure her fingers were imparting to me. I held my breath as I felt them wandering up the underside of my shaft and the infinitely sensitive tip. I had not opened my eyes in the past minute. Nothing else existed but the part of me that she was touching.

“When I hold you in my fingers, you are going to be mine utterly.”

“Yes,” I agreed before I understood what she was saying. Then when I did, I repeated, “yes.”

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Expose and His to Train series with full consent of the original author.

An Education in Femdom: Keeping the Boys in Line

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom bdsm play, spanking, public discipline, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam’s first hours in his new mistress’s house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the mistress’s household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.

Excerpt:

“Yes, Mistress,” several of them agreed and the others nodded obediently.

“His shorter time here makes it all the more important that his experience is a positive one.”

Again they agreed, smiles breaking onto some of their faces. I could feel excitement rising in the room.

There was a slight teasing note in Mistress’s voice. It was as though she and the men at the table were in on an inside joke, as though they all knew what was coming and Mistress was being deliberately slow in getting to it: tantalizing them under the guise of introducing me.

Slowly, Mistress strode to the head of the table, a hand stroking her chin and that infectiously mischievous smile on her inviting lips.

“For those of you who haven’t heard,” she went on, “Adam and I encountered each other at his audition for the Tunisia Society. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed.

She nodded, her hands splayed lazily on the wooden table and her eyes closed. “Quite a performance.”

A slight rustling passed through his audience.

When she reopened her eyes, they fell as though by coincidence upon a small spiral-bound notebook lying in the center of the table which I had not noticed.

“And what’s that? The Log?” she said as though surprised.

She reached out one hand and drew it towards her. A collective shiver along the table confirmed that whatever had everyone so on edge had a great deal to do with that unremarkable little book. She licked a finger, drew it open, and flicked through several pages.

“My goodness,” she said. “Look at this. Would you look at this. Four days I’m away and you boys acquire a rap-sheet like this?” She tutted softly, turning a page back and then forward again. “Now I understand the nervousness. We have some serious accounts that need settling, don’t we?”

The sighs and shivering had stopped. She now commanded the room in utter silence.

“Who was my record keeper this week?” she asked.

“Me, Mistress,” a blond man seated two down from the end answered him. He had a lean muscularity and a well-defined face that was fixed in an expression of nervous expectation: a strange mixture of dread and excitement. Even sitting down he was two inches taller than the men to either side of him, and his pale skin was flushed.

Mistress shook her head and tutted again. “Hayden, Hayden, Hayden. All this happens when I leave you in charge?”

Hayden seemed to be holding his breath.

Mistress looked at his paralyzed, blushing form. “That’s ten spanks, isn’t it? For a house poorly run?”

Around the table the men nodded in confirmation.

“Would you come up here, please, where everyone can see you?”

Hayden rose carefully from his chair and made his way around the table. Mistress took her own chair and turned it around so that the back of it faced the room.

Hayden stopped beside her and stood waiting with nervous hands clasped over his bare stomach.

“Apologize to everybody, please. They are going to be punished because you couldn’t keep them in line. If you had done your job, none of this would be necessary.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: First Discipline with full consent of the original author.