Body Swap Magic (Gender Swap Erotica)

By Andrea Price

With magic alive in the world, it's all too easy become its unwilling target, especially when you don't even know that you're sitting next to a living witch. At first, lifting her spell seems to be worth almost any price, but some costs are harder to pay than others - and some spells more enjoyable than you would have ever believed.

Containing over 12,000 words of hot erotic fiction, this story contains scenes of body transformation, gender swapping, and virgin sex. For adults only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrea Price
• Release date: Sep 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301987375

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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Body Swap Magic

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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.

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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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You’d have expected things to change when the witches revealed their existence to the world, but somehow everyone around me seemed to accept their presence as nothing more exciting than that evening’s weather forecast. I still don’t know if the lack of outcry was due to a spell to make us more comfortable with them, or if the shock people felt when finding out that any woman they knew could be a witch was enough to silence any outcry. Women that we had known for years, whether as wives, sisters or friends, suddenly announced the existence of an entire second reality to the world, and we barely blinked an eye. Their power didn’t even need any of the trappings stories had given them, and instead it was based on nothing more than the fact that they all shared a simple genetic trait that somehow let them control the world around us.

A few demonstrations of their power were enough to quell doubts and any dissent for most people; watching flowers being made to bloom in the middle of winter or seeing people fly over city blocks without anything holding them up was enough to convince nearly everyone. Despite being simple, those same tricks also let people get used to accept seeing things they would have considered impossible only a few months before – which was just as well when imps and other side effects of a magical world started to appear a few months later on.

Other than their magic, the witches seemed as normal as anyone else; but then, before we knew about them they were everyone else. Clichés of pointy hats and brooms were nowhere in sight, letting those who needed to forget try do so, while the rest of us just did our best not to annoy anyone who could cast something uncomfortable on you for a single poorly received comment. The more time passed, however, the harder it got to ignore that things had changed forever, as magic became more and more commonplace in our everyday lives.

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Making my way to the bar, I did my best to dodge the floating billboards that clustered the sidewalk, brushing them aside like the ever-present pest they had become. I was on my way to meet Michelle, a good friend of mine, for what had become a regular night of drinks. Luckily the bar’s entryway seemed clear of any obvious spell triggers left by pranksters and I eased my way inside, letting my eyes adjust until I could see past the dim corners and flashing lights coming from the slot machines in the corner.

Michelle was already there, but judging by how full her drink looked she couldn’t have been there long. Just the same, I keyed the table for a round to be brought out for us both as I sat.