Gender Bender Billionaire II: Stopped By A Cop (A Gender Changing Erotica Short Story)

Warning!! This is a sex swap erotica.

The second installment of this series features a now female version of Worthington that decides to go see the person that changed him into a female when he gets stopped by a police officer for speeding and running red ligths. What will Worthington do to get off with a warning? And will he ever turn back into his former billionaire stud self? More

Having her sexual appetite sated, Worthington now realized she needed to get back in her original body. She grabbed her breasts and shook them, thinking there would be no way she would be able to return to her mountains of cash as long as she had these mountains strapped to her chest. Lifting herself to her feet, Worthington now decided she needed to go see Cleo, but first she needed to get some clothes.

The party was over, and the house was now vacant. It was also a mess. Solo cups, unidentified liquids, and luckily random pieces of clothing littered the ballroom floor. It was mostly men’s tuxedo jackets and loose bowties she saw, but Worthington managed to find a few random pieces of women’s clothing good enough to patch together to make an outfit. Worthington knew all too well how to take off women’s clothing, but putting them back on had never been something of interest. Worthington wanted to be halfway respectable-looking while walking out in public, so she decided she needed a bra. Hanging over the banister leading upstairs was some hanging lingerie perfect for the purpose. Not knowing where the panties had been, she decided to go commando and just work with the bra. Not only was the bra too small, it took Worthington several minutes before even able to latch it together in the back. Her boobs filled the bra a bit too tightly, but for all she knew, time was of the essence. She quickly draped on a white blouse and slid into a miniskirt. Regardless of how poorly she fit into these clothes, to Worthington, they seemed to fit the role of the stripper perfectly. Grabbing her wallet and keys, she slept out the garage door and took her favorite sports car, not knowing if she’d ever get to drive it again. She wore a lead foot and with screeching tires made haste to the brothel.