Gender Bender Porn Star (Gender Swap Feminization Erotica)
Craig has landed his dream job - an actor in porn! Excited for his first day on the shoot, he's led to his dressing room and relaxes with a cold beverage, courtesy of the director - and wakes up a beautiful, buxom woman. Awash with new feelings and desires, Craig still has to go before the camera - with two men as his costars. Can he deal with the new body and sensations and get the job done? More
Craig has landed his dream job - an actor in porn! Excited for his first day on the shoot, he's led to his dressing room and relaxes with a cold beverage, courtesy of the director - and wakes up a beautiful, buxom woman. Awash with new feelings and desires, Craig still has to go before the camera - with two men as his costars. Can he deal with the new body and sensations and get the job done?
This story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of gender bending, sex change sex, feminization, oral, threesomes, cumshots, and is 5800 words in length.
“Skip?” I said, and froze. The word had been mine, but the voice - that voice was nothing like mine. It was musical. Warm.
I blinked for a few long moments at Skip, who had the decency to blush and look down at his shoes. Perry’s fingers kept snapping as I stood there, icy cold sluicing through my veins. My hands lifted slowly before my face, and I wondered if whatever he’d given me was some sort of date rape drug, and if I weren’t having some kooky dream back in my closet right now.
My hands were delicate, ending in manicured nails that were painted mauve. I blinked at that. How the hell do I know what mauve is? I thought, staring at my trembling hands. My eyes tracked down my hands, along pale and unblemished skin. I could see the gentle rise of tits on my chest, and my jaw dropped open.
Perry stopped snapping as I strode into the set. The two firefighter-wannabes stared at me, but I ignored them, stalking forward on shaky legs to the mirror on the far wall. I froze and stared at the pale beauty that regarded me from within it. Her skin was smooth and pale, like the moon on a winter’s night. Raven black hair swirled around her shoulders, fine and luxurious, swirling with each twitch of her head. A full chest heaved and swayed with each trembling motion, barely contained in a t-shirt identical to the one that I’d worn here earlier today.
No, not identical, I thought, raising my hands. The wonderfully attractive woman’s arms moved in concert, trailing up into the air before her. Her jaw dropped open to match mine, and I retreated in a blind panic, nearly stumbling over the motorcycle in the set. My shirt. My body.
Me. It was me in the mirror. I was... a woman?
Rough hands found my arms, holding me firm. I gasped at the sudden warmth on my body, the feel of a man’s touch washing over me as my heart pounded a frantic beat within my new chest. I sawed my head from side to side, staring at them in wide-eyed shock, fine black hair whipping about as I tried to form words. Their handsome eyes were gentle as they regarded me, comforting and supportive, and when they spoke, their voices were understanding. Handsome? I tried to think, but the fear made it hard to concentrate.
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