The Book of Futa (Futanari Transformation Erotica)

By Andrea Price

Working the night shift seems to be a recipe for boredom, until a strange book appears and transforms a young woman's life completely. When she wakes to find that her body has changed in a way she never suspected possible, can she find a way to satisfy the new demands her body makes of her?

This erotic short story features over 13000 words of fiction, including scenes of futanari transformation, ff and mff sex, and toy use. For adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrea Price
• Release date: Jun 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301021840

Andrea Price

Andrea Price is a new author, living in Alberta, Canada, with her husband. After looking for years, trying to find erotica that she enjoyed reading, she decided to begin writing on her own and share her stories with others who may also enjoy them. When she is not writing, she enjoys taking part in sports, reading a good book, and having a glass of wine in front of the fireplace with her husband.

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The Book of Futa

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Copyright 2013 Andrea Price

This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locals is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination, and used fictitiously.

Adult reading material

The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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Nobody ever said having a job while going to school would be fun or easy, but in my case it seemed that fate had taken things to entirely new levels of malice. On paper, my job should have been a great gig – the pay was, if not great then at least ok, there was lots of time for me to study, and it was even good experience to put on my resume for graduation in a few years; the fact that I had always been a bit of a book nerd just seemed to make it an even better fit. Despite that, it still, well… sucked. Between going to work at night and school in the day, I quickly found myself without any free time for myself - and as the newest hire on-staff I was given the worst shifts to work. It would have been shocking if I wasn’t, but that didn’t make them any more enjoyable.

I’d managed to get a job in one of the multiple libraries that were on the campus of my university, working as a combination guard/librarian in the basement archives, watching the dusty shelves to make sure that nothing sprouted legs and help anyone who might come by looking for something to do their research with. The desk I had been given looked like it was something that had brought down in the 1950’s and left to rot in place, leaving me with a monstrosity made of wood and steel larger than I was. It was completely immobile in its dimly lit corner, consuming all of the free space around it, while the heavy concrete walls that surrounded me meant any attempts to use my cell phone or laptop to pass the time by surfing the internet were useless. The worst problem by far, however, was that those books were dusty for a reason; nobody came down to my floor in the basement unless they absolutely had to, other than the odd pair of young lovers hoping to find a quiet corner. Even that little bit of company just seemed to make things worse, serving to remind me of just how unlikely it was for me to meet someone of my own while I was buried under literally tons of forgotten paper. It’s not exactly how I had imagined spending my years on campus, but a girl does what she has to, right?

After working for a few months, I’d managed to establish a regular routine with the security guards and the too-few other lucky souls working the graveyard shifts that I interacted with – just long enough that I had begun to feel comfortable with everything, but at the same time also long enough that any excitement or sense of looking forward to going work I might have once had, had faded away long ago. If it wasn’t just a part-time gig, I’d have seriously considered quitting but I needed the money and job experience too much to be able to afford that.

Tonight, with the weekend approaching, traffic was even lower than usual and the shift seemed to be duller than normal, wearing away at my ability to stay awake and somehow ignoring the ludicrous amount of caffeine I’d consumed over

Reviews for The Book of Futa (Futanari Transformation Erotica)

[John Gerbing · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I liked the simplicity of the book. These types of books are hard. You have to imagine what the other sex would feel and try to then put it down into words. I know I would have a hard time putting down what a woman would feel. I find myself repeating what others have written. All too often taken to be real and some of it is.
When men can express their feelings and the writing is down from their point of view then it's about as real as it can be. I think she does a great job covering both sexes, I just miss more story that can build into something extraordinary. Keeping the stories to just 45 pages makes it something to be expected.
I hope to see her writing grow to where a lack of pages for the story doesn't effect it anymore and she can get a great story anyways.