Becoming Hers

by Alyson Belle

  “Yes, yes,” I whispered.

  As his fingers made contact with the little nub at the front of my sex, my eyes sprang wide and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped my lips.

  He grinned as my back arched, as excited as I was, and his fingers began to slide in and out, in and out, thrumming past my clit with each slick movement. My toes curled as waves of ecstasy rocked through me. Kayla was giving my body exactly what it wanted, and it was rewarding me in turn.

  “Ahhh I want you so bad,” he said hoarsely. “But I want you nice and worked up first.”

  All I could do was nod and whimper. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.

  The pleasure built, a tension growing in my neck and shoulders and radiating through my body, and finally Kayla couldn’t hold himself back. “Okay… I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled. I nodded again, begging him to enter me with my eyes.

  He slipped inside, parting the walls of my moistened pussy with a single, eager thrust. My body was ready to take him, and I sank my manicured nails into his back as he groaned and began to pump his hips, plowing my pussy over and over again. We rocked together in ecstasy as he groaned, plunging so deep inside of me that I was taking every inch of his massive cock. It stretched me out in the most delightful way, and then he took it back and did it again.

  When it seemed like neither of us could take any more, he moaned and bucked, and I felt him swell up inside of me, pushing against the walls of my cunt. It was too much for me. My orgasm cascaded over me like ship crashing onto a rocky shore in the middle of a storm as he exploded into me.

  Exchanji: A Magical Gender Swap Board Game of Romance

  When four young friends head out for a sexy trip to a cabin deep in the Minnesota woods, the boys have a secret plan to help their girlfriends really let loose and let go of all their inhibitions. Connor and Frank just want Maya and Kelsey to learn to be wild and freaky, and they’ve pulled out all the stops to help them: booze, costumes, sexy videos. They want the weekend to be an unrestrained sex-fest, where the girls can let out their inner love goddesses and get comfortable getting down and dirty.

  But those plans come to screeching halt when Kelsey finds an old board game in a closet and insists that they try playing it. It’s called “Exchanji: An exciting game of changes for consenting adults.” Even though it’s meant to be sexy, Connor is skeptical. It looks like it came right out of the 1900s! How hot can this game really be?

  As soon as the dice hit the game board, they start to find out. Swapped body parts and enhanced libidos are only the beginning of this wild ride! Inhibitions could be a distant memory before this crazy night ends, because things are going to get weirder than anyone ever imagined…

  An excerpt from Exchanji:

  I pushed the blankets off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, blinking groggily. The floor was smooth and warm, and I smiled as I spread my toes over the well-sanded wood. Then I did double-take. My toenails had been painted pink!

  “What the fuck?” I muttered, though my voice didn’t sound anything like my usual self. But there wasn’t time to think about that, because two other realizations flowed over me at the same time: First, I was looking down at a gorgeous pair of small, perky tits with pale pink nipples… my tits, hanging off my chest, like I was some kind of chick! And second, I did not feel a dick inside of my boxers. My hands flew to my crotch, feeling around desperately for my missing member, and then my eyes widened.

  There was no dick between my legs, but there was definitely something else! I could feel my own probing fingers glide over a patch of soft, blonde pubic hair and touch the silky, delicate part of a pair of pussy lips—feel it through what could only reasonably be described as my pussy. Suddenly all the little changes I’d been thinking I was crazy for noticing earlier made perfect sense: the thinner fingers, lack of body hair, and longer hair on my head. I raised a trembling hand to my head now and gasped when I made contact with long, silky curls, just like Maya’s but blonde.

  I leapt up. There was a large, rectangular mirror over the bed, and I had to see what I looked like. For the briefest moment, I thought Lauren was staring back at me, but I quickly realized that the blonde girl in the mirror was younger, prettier, and subtly different looking from my sister. With swirling, golden hair, plump, naturally-parting cherry lips, and a willowy, curving figure, she was gorgeously stunning, and she couldn’t have been a day over eighteen. I would have had an instant hard-on if I’d possessed a dick. But I didn’t anymore.

  What the hell is going on?

  I raised a hand and she raised hers. I waved and she waved back. The beautiful, shocked-looking girl aped my every movement.

  “Maya?” I called, my voice shaking just a little. The new, high-pitched timbre that came out of my mouth had a natural sensuality to it, and it was beyond weird to think that that was my voice. I pulled the sheet around my half-naked body to cover my new tits, and called for my girlfriend again. “Maya, could you please come in here for a sec?”

  I heard shuffling behind the door and then Maya’s reply. “Is that you, Connor? You sound weird.”

  The door opened and she poked her head in. Our eyes met, and her mouth fell open. I stared at her helplessly, feeling like I was on the verge of tears.

  “Holy shit. Connor?” She shook her head. “I mean, I’m sorry. Obviously you’re not Connor. Are you? Who are you? How did you get here? You… fuck. You have to be Connor. Right? This is impossible.”

  It was weird to hear Maya curse so much in the space of a few seconds, but evidently she was as baffled as I was.

  “It’s me,” I squeaked. “What the fuck is going on?”

  Maya raised a hand to her head and brushed her hair back as she continued to stare at me. “Are you… are you as girly as you look? I mean, in your whole body? Your… you know.”

  I bit my lip and nodded.

  “Oh shit,” she breathed. Then she doubled over laughing.

  “Maya! This is not the appropriate response!”

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she choked out between fits of laughter. “I just… this is too funny. How could you not laugh? I’m as confused as you are, but how hilarious is this? You’re hot, Connor. Hot as fuck. I’d fuck you in a second.”

  I felt blood rush to my cheeks as I pulled the sheets tighter around my body, annoyed that Maya thought my predicament was so amusing.

  “Look, can I borrow some clothes at least until we figure out what’s going on? I don’t think mine will fit me any more.”

  Maya wiped tears away from her eyes and nodded. She dug around in her suitcase and tossed a t-shirt and a pair of panties at me, still giggling. “Of course. Put these on. I think it’s going to be adorable to dress you in cute little girly clothes. Especially since you’re obviously so embarrassed by it.”

  My face got hotter, but I did as I was told. I pulled the boxers off and slid the panties up my smooth, shapely legs, shivering in pleasure at the way the soft cotton brushed against my hairless skin, and snapped the elastic band at the top once they were snug against my sex. Then I tugged the t-shirt over my head. My nipples were still obviously visible through the thin black material of the shirt, since I wasn’t wearing a bra—and had no intention of wearing a bra—but it was better than standing around in the nude under Maya’s considering, appreciative stare. Who was this girl? My girlfriend seemed completely different now that I was a chick: more confident, more dominant, more of a tease. It was kind of hot, in a way, but I wasn’t interested in being a chick!

  “Come on,” I said, ignoring her smirk as her eyes lingered on my tits. “We’re figuring out how to reverse this as soon as possible.”

  “What’s the rush?” Maya teased. But she followed me into the common room instead of arguing.

  I heard muted conversation in the other room, maybe a little on the loud side, but it was hard to tell through the thick, wooden doors. I was about to call for Frank and Kelsey when their bedroom door crashed open.


  Frank ran out in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, his eyes wild, hands clutching his crotch. He glanced back toward the bedroom as Kelsey appeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame, her mouth twisted in wry amusement.

  “Help!” Frank cried, waving an accusatory finger toward Kelsey. “She stole my dick!”

  VR Gender Swap: A 4-Book Virtnet Chronicles Bundle

  Mike Wantry has always wondered what it would feel like to be a girl, and thanks to the magic of full-body virtual reality his dreams are finally possible! There's just one problem: All gender and sex programs are blocked on his VR machine.

  When he finds himself home alone one day, he decides to "borrow" his step-sister's machine and see what it's like to walk a mile in her shoes. Everything is going well until her girlfriend Amy catches Mike in the act. She decides to have a little fun with him by showing him exactly what being a girl means!

  Now Mike is in over his head and the action is getting hotter every second, but can he get out of his female VR body before he starts to like it a little too much? If Amy has her way, he might be stuck like this forever...

  That would be terrible... wouldn't it?

  An excerpt from VR Gender Swap: A 4-Book Virtnet Chronicles Bundle:

  After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of build, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked… well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.

  “That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.

  “How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.

  “Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”

  He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.

  “I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out… Mikala.”

  What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun… it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.

  Mikala blinked. What had Amy just done to her?

  “Poor girl,” teased Amy. “I can see you’re confused.” She brushed her virtscreen to the side, where it hovered in the air, and slinked towards Mikala with a sly smile. Amy towered over her now. She reached out and rested a finger on Mikala’s lip, halting the stream of questions that threatened to come tumbling out of the trembling girl.

  “Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squirmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”

  Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.

  “I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.

  “Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.

  Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.

  “Mmmm,” said Amy. “Yeah, moan for me, you little slut.” And then she jerked Mikala’s thong down in a single motion and slid two fingers deep into her throbbing, soaking pussy, working them furiously in and out while Mikala lay helplessly pinned. She writhed against Amy’s hand, almost crying at the sensation. All thoughts, all logic had flown from her head. There was no shame, no fear, no panic… just Amy’s fingers, sliding effortlessly in and out to part her aching lips again and again.

  “More…” she begged.

  “What did you say?” asked Amy, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mikala’s ass with three quick slaps. Each of them made Mikala jump with a little burst of pleasure. “What does my pretty little slut want?”

  “Pleaaase, more… harder…” she panted, face half-buried in a pillow. Her face burned, but she was too far gone for shame, now. She was lost in her lust, and all she wanted was for Amy to come back and fill her tight little pussy with something, anything; whatever would stop the agonizing ache that demanded attention in the soft, wet place between her legs.

  “My little slut wants more?” Amy asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I’m not sure my hand is going to cut it… But I can get something that might.” She snapped her fingers and Mikala saw her virtscreen pop up out of the corner of her eye. Amy tapped a few times and then Mikala felt something thick and warm pressing against her leg. “Yeah,” continued Amy. “Some girls are fine with fingers. But pretty little sluts like you need a hard, throbbing dick inside of them to calm them down, don’t they?”

  Mikala struggled to twist to the side and see what was going on… She caught a glimpse of Amy, toga-dress hiked up, her perfect blonde body now sporting a seven-inch cock that poked proudly out in front of her, thick and fully erect. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she bobbed her hips with a little thrust. Both girls watched it bounce in the air. Mikala was torn between horror and wonder. Was Amy going to shove that giant thing inside of her tiny pussy? Would it even fit? It looked so huge to Mikala. The smirk that spread across Amy’s face as she watched Mikala’s eyes widen suggested that she was going to try. Mikala squirmed and quivered trying to escape, but she was still held firmly in place by Amy’s iron grip.

  “Whoa, hey…” she said. “I uh, I’m not sure we need to go there, Amy…”
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br />   Amy’s eyes shined. “Second thoughts, little slut? Don’t worry. I promise your pussy can take it. You’ll see. Who told you you could move, anyway?” She gave a little growl and twisted Mikala’s arm, forcing her to straighten out. Her face pushed back against the pillow. Mikala couldn’t see Amy at all now, but she could feel her leaning in, pressing her arm down against the small of her back to force Mikala’s bottom to tilt up. Panic shot through Mikala and she slammed her thighs tight, locking them shut with all the force her little body could muster. Amy was just playing, just threatening her, right? She couldn’t possibly mean to actually fuck her like this...

  Mikala felt Amy’s firmly insistent knee push against the back of her locked thighs as the smooth skin of Amy’s new cock rubbed against the outside of Mikala’s leg. “Mmmm… you have such soft, supple legs,” Amy said, her voice straining with what sounded like poorly-concealed lust, now. Her free hand rubbed against Mikala’s tensed ass, stroking it softly as she played with the helpless girl.

  “Amy?” Mikala squeaked. “Amy… you’re not really going to…”

  Amy cut her off by forcing her thighs apart with a sudden push of her knee, prompting a squeal from Mikala. Her legs shuddered as she tried to squeeze them back together, and she bucked against Amy, but Amy just kept her knee where it was and forced Mikala back down. It was impossible! Amy was twice as strong as Mikala, easily. Now Mikala was really getting worried. She wriggled and squirmed and fought to try and get away, but Amy just laughed and kicked Mikala’s legs further apart with a quick knock of her knee against either thigh. Mikala lost her footing and felt her stomach slide down flat against the mattress. Her panic intensified. Her legs were splayed wide and her pussy felt cool in the open air.

  “Amy?” cried Mikala desperately. “Amy, you’re just teaching me a lesson, right? Right? Lesson over? Amy?”