Gender Swap Lollipop
©2012 Raminar Dixon Erotica
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.
An excerpt from the book:
“Oh my god,” I whispered. My cock had completely disappeared. There, just like in the dream, was a narrow slit and a pair of silky folds instead. Anxiously, I felt them, amazed by how they felt exactly like...damn. The tingles had developed past the delicious buzz I had experienced the night before and shook me with a powerful surge of delight each time my finger graced the moistening recess.
“That feels…holy shit,” I mumbled, captured by the totally new sensation. My thoughts, racing a million miles an hour, ran between utter confusion, sick fear, and growing elation.
“Is this what it feels like to be a girl?” I wondered. If so, I wasn’t so sure I’d ever want to go back to being a man again. It felt too amazingly… wonderful, and no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t stop playing with my breasts or flitting my finger across my folds.
The tantalizing bursts skyrocketed up through my abdomen and caused me to rock involuntarily, bucking my hips in time with my ministrations. I found my fingers dipping, sinking in past my folds and plunging inside to find a heat that was unimaginable but real. My head fell back onto a pillow and I let out a little groan, hopefully not loud enough for Josh to hear.
It was too late before I even began. There was no stopping it now. I was getting close. Close to something enormous. My fingers slipped in and out in rapid succession, raising a wet smack each time that seemed to echo out from inside my pants. Feverish heat spread across my cheeks and I could feel my veins bulging out along the inside of my neck.