by Alyson Belle
I tried to raise a hand to my head again, but my wrists snapped against a leather strap that seemed to be tied to my feet. I growled. That bitch of a witch! Had she magicked some bindings onto me somehow? I flexed my impressive muscles to snap easily through the bindings as I’d done a dozen times before when fools tried to capture me, but they hardly gave at all, no matter how hard I strained. Shocked, I pulled harder at them, but still in vain. What mystical material was this that it could withstand the might of the most powerful man of the plains people?
I heard scattered laughter around me, and someone hooted, “Look at her struggle, Azlato. She’s sure lost her nerve.”
“No doubt because she finally understands how serious things have gotten, now,” I heard someone else say. Someone with my voice. What was happening?
My vision started to clear, finally, and the first thing that swam into focus was an enormous pair of breasts directly in my downward-facing field of vision, tightly bound in strips of woven cloth. I was momentarily excited, until I realized the breasts were pointed the wrong direction — facing out from me. These were… these breasts appeared to be my breasts. I now looked around and realized a few other bizarre details. Like, for example, my elbows were firmly held in place by the rough hands of my own men, and my hands and feet were indeed hobbled by leather thongs. Plain leather.
As I studied my slender arms and legs with growing horror, it occurred to me that the reason my powerful physique couldn’t burst through the bindings because I didn’t have a powerful physique anymore. I snapped my gaze up and saw an image I normally only saw in the polished sheen of a mirror: My own face, grinning at me with an expression of excitement and smug satisfaction. But this was no mirror.
I watched as my old body pointed at me, trapped as I was, and he uttered, “I think it’s time for our little slave to learn her place.” He smiled a secret, horrifying smile at me which carried over the sure and certain knowledge that it was the witch currently piloting my body, just as I was piloting hers. Somehow the bitch of a witch had caused us to swap places!
“Let me go immediately!” I roared. “As your chief, I command it! The witch has swapped places with me and the sorcery must be undone!” The words spilled out of my lips in an unfamiliar tongue and high-pitched, feminine voice that I recognized as Katjaka’s. I cursed myself for underestimating her. Jeriah had been more right than he knew.
No one responded to my commands, at first. My men simply looked at me with expressions of mild amusement. Why would they listen to the feminine commands of a bound woman of our conquest spoils?
“She’s speaking gibberish again,” one them said, leering at me.
“No doubt poor Katjaka has simply exhausted her magical reserves and dropped her language enchantments,” the real Katjaka said from my body’s lips. I realized with a sinking horror that even though I could understand my old language, this body didn’t know how to speak it without magical assistance. A rising panic flared up in me, causing blood to rush to my face and breasts. Not only might I be stuck like this for a while, but I wouldn’t even be able to seek the help of my men. I struggled again at the bonds, to no avail. I was momentarily completely helpless to Katjaka’s whims. She smiled at me again like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Now,” Katjaka said, crossing her newly powerful muscles across her chest and stretching my manly legs. “What was I saying? Ah yes. I was busy lecturing you about your place… as a woman. You’re clearly too defiant still, so let me drive the point home again. I’m very insistent on making it.” She gestured at my men. “Release her. I can handle her.”
She walked up and seized the bonds holding my newly slender wrists in place, and I was distracted by the way my bound chest bobbled at the motion. I shrank back from her, wiggling my hips and still struggling at the bonds, but she held my wrists tightly and easily with a single, muscled arm.
“Let me repeat my words again,” she told me, a wicked glint in her eye. “You are a woman. It is unfortunate for you that the gods cast you in such a soft, delightful form, made for the pleasure of men, but you must learn your place in this world. You are mine, and you will spend the rest of your days serving me and these men around me as your rightful superiors.”
I gulped unhappily, my legendary courage failing me for the first time in my life. It wasn’t nearly as fun hearing those words spoken to me as it was to speak them to the thousands of women I’d ordered around at my pleasure.
“And I will take such delight in your instruction,” she murmured, leaning close and staring into my eyes.
Sorority Daze (Gender Swapped Coeds Book 1)
Jon Mills and his two friends Craig and Mitch are just your average college sophomore dudes: living in the dorms, freaking out over tests, and trying to get laid as often as possible (usually without much success). One evening during the annual campus Greek rush, they decide to make a late-night panty raid on the underwear drawer of the Gamma Sig Sig sorority house while the girls are all away. But before they can get away with their stolen panties, they’re caught red-handed by sorority president Delilah Monroe!
Delilah decides that the boys need a little attitude adjustment when it comes to how they treat women, so she reveals the secret of Gamma Sig Sig: It’s a cover for the magical order of the Gender Swap Sisterhood! She soon puts that magic to good use by turning Jon, Craig, and Mitch into Jenna, Carly, and Mia — three gorgeous coeds with super hot bods and super high sex drives. Delilah tells the new ladies that they need to get in touch with their feminine sides well enough to be invited into one of the campus sororities after rush week, and if they can’t, they’re going to be stuck like this for a while… maybe forever.
Two weeks isn’t much time to learn to be a girl, and it’s even harder when you’re distracted by wanting to get it on with everyone in sight! Although at least now getting laid isn’t a problem for them, provided that they don’t mind being on the receiving end. Can the boys fight past the distractions and learn to be girls well enough to master sorority living, or will they just end up as another cautionary, sex-fueled tale of those who cross the Gender Swap Sisterhood?
An excerpt from Sorority Daze (Gender Swapped Coeds Book 1):
“Hey beautiful,” she said, leaning back seductively and starting to rub her breasts. “Come on over here and play with me.” She closed her eyes and purred, evidently enjoying her own body enough that I was optional, although her words suggested I wasn’t.
I didn’t need a second invitation coming from a girl that hot. It was weird I was a girl that hot now, and weird also that this smoking lesbian was just chilling at the bottom of the GSS chapter house, but maybe a sorority strange enough to turn some dudes out for a fun time into girls as some kind of bizarre punishment also had weird initiation rights.
My body was reacting with dozens of totally new sensations as I approached the brunette on the bed, who had now leaned back and spread her legs wide. With her right hand she was kneading her huge tits; first one and then the other, tweaking the nipples into hardened points, and then her left hand slipped down to slide her red panties off of her hips. She pulled her toes back and closed her legs as she slid the panties up and off in a single deft motion, and then opened them again like a beautiful fan spreading wide, exposing her pussy to me once more.
Still massaging her naked breasts, she slid her free hand down to tease her clit and dart in and out of her moistened folds. Her eyes popped open and she smiled at me with a perfect “fuck-me” smile. “You like that, huh?”
Was it that obvious? I liked that. I liked that a lot. I couldn’t watch her without getting excited myself, and my hand strayed down to grasp my rock-hard… Oh shit.
I didn’t have a rock-hard anything. Instead, I was soaking wet. It was the weirdest feeling, but also really good. Everything was tight and buzzing with pleasurable sensations down in my crotch and it had felt so natural I hadn’t even realized my dick was missing. Now that I was paying attention, it all felt so goo
d that I involuntarily wiggled in place, shaking my ass and tits and getting another jolt of pleasure as my moistened pussy lips slid against each other from side to side.
“Holy fuck that feels good,” I moaned. I bounced up and down again, feeling the comforting weight of my firm tits bobble on my chest.
“No kidding,” the brunette agreed. Her head rolled back again, spilling her gorgeous locks across the fluffy white pillows, as she pushed two fingers deeper into her pussy and moaned with pleasure.
I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun! I slid up onto the bed, shuffling forward on my knees, and quickly unclasped my own bra with shaking fingers. It was harder than I expected and weird to do it from this angle; I guessed I’d have to eventually learn if I was going to be stuck like this for a while. But I managed to get it off and then sighed with relief as my giant breasts bounced free.
The brunette opened her eyes again. “Your nips are already hard, babe.”
She was right. This body might be new to me, but I was as turned on as I’d ever been. I wanted sex so bad that there was literally nowhere in the world I would rather be at the moment. I was dying to get up in her business, dying to feel her tongue and fingers inside my pussy. It was my turn to slide my lacy purples panties down my hips, the panties I’d put on just minutes before, and it felt like magic to take them off in front of someone who obviously and totally wanted to fuck me so badly.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Where are these thoughts coming from? Is it the magic? Fuck, I’m a dirty girl.
“You are a dirty girl,” the brunette noted, and the blush intensified when I realized I’d said the last part out loud. But I was way past caring. I’d always got through tough situations before by doubling down and committing to them, and I was so into that idea.
“I am,” I agreed. “A dirty, dirty girl. You want me to fuck you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Good, because I want you to fuck me too, babe. Lotta fucking gonna be happening up in here.”
If my dirty talk was corny, she didn’t seem to notice. I reached for her body, desperate to run my hands over her, and then I hesitated. The hundreds of college advertisements they’d plastered all over campus had hammered consent again and again into my brain. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but…
“Are you sure this okay?” I asked. “You really cool with this?”
She half-cried with need and grabbed my hand, pulling it onto her exposed pussy. Good enough for me.
Books by Alyson Belle
Standalone Books
Forbidden Flirtations
Swapped at Burning Man
Swapped and Popped
The Virtnet Chronicles
Slipping In (Book 1)
Going Deep (Book 2)
Losing It (Book 3)
Trading Up (Book 4)
VR Gender Swap: The Complete Virtnet Chronicles
His Executive Gender Swap
Corporate Plaything (Book 1)
Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen
Savagely Swapped (Book 1)
Pleasure Maiden (Book 2)
Gender Swapped SciFi
Space Swapped (Book 1)
Gender Swapped Coeds
Sorority Daze (Book 1)
Halloween Gender Swap
Witch Switch
Sexy LitRPG Gender Swap Adventures
Fantasy Swap Online
About the Author
Alyson Belle has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. An avid early reader of TG captions, she particularly enjoys themes and story elements revolving around magical transformations, being stuck, and mild punishment, although she also loves a sweet happy ending where characters who’ve learned their lesson get their happily ever after. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around, exclusively for your enjoyment.
You can see more of Alyson Belle’s work, get in touch, and follow her blog on AlysonBelle.com.
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