Girl Mask: Gender Swap Erotica

By Britten Thorne

"My jeans were too loose and too long, and I tripped on the ends of them. I landed hard, on a soft, padded ass, and my breasts painfully bounced. Breasts?! I looked down and grabbed them at the same time - huge breasts, pulling my shirt tight. I nearly passed out."

College boy Alex just wanted to buy a mask for his frat’s party - what he gets instead is a full-body disguise! The only cure is time, so Alex is free to attend the party as a completely anonymous woman. He thinks he’s got a handle on the situation. But soon, his sexy new body’s rampant lust locks in - on his roommate!

Warning: This 9000+ word short contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including a frat boy becoming a busty, lusty woman!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Jan 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311739995

Britten Thorne

Britten is a recovering Catholic schoolgirl with a raunchy imagination. Her favorite place to read erotica is on the train – there's nothing like having a dirty little secret in a crowded public place! When she isn't writing, she's caring for more pets than her landlord would find appropriate.

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Girl Mask

Copyright 2014 Britten Thorne

Smashwords Edition

All Rights Reserved

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, places, events, or locales, is purely coincidental.

Warning: contains adult content

Can I help you? The old woman looked like some kind of gypsy, with wild hair and too much jewelry. Just the type of person I’d expect to see in the tiny occult shop near campus. She smiled from behind a counter full of beads and rocks and crystal things. Her smile was patient; like she was just humoring me and didn’t expect me to buy anything. She probably had dumb frat boys like me come in all the time to laugh and leave.

I’m looking for a mask, I said, I saw a few wooden ones in the window out front that looked interesting.

Her smile changed as she realized I might actually make a purchase. Why would a handsome young man like you need to cover up his face?

It’s for a party, I said with a grin.

Oh, a masquerade! More like a typical frat party but with masks, but masquerade sure sounded nicer. We were supposed to wear the masks all evening - drink a lot, make out with a few pretty girls, maybe score a grope or two, before revealing our faces at the end of the night. Basically it was an excuse for anonymous hookups. But gypsy grandma didn’t need to know about that part.

Something like that, yeah.

Come. She walked around the counter, took me by the hand, and led me to a table at the back of the store. We passed by shelves of candles, incense; all sorts of things that looked like they were pulled out of the ground or yanked off a tree and slapped with a price tag. Crazy hippies.

Do you own this place? I asked. She indicated for me to take one of the two chairs at the table. There was a beaded curtain leading to what I assumed was a back room.

‘Yes, she said, It’s been in the family for generations. Wait here." She disappeared behind the beads.

I glanced around while I waited. The back area had a few shelves of books and a shelf of tea - nothing too exciting. I was about to pull out my phone to pass the time when I heard another customer enter. Heels clicked their way towards the back, and a young blonde woman appeared from the shelves. I had to make myself close my mouth before my jaw hit my lap. She was like a crazy slutty caricature of a hippie. Her hair was in long pigtails, her cargo shorts were ass-bearingly short, and her tiny knit white top bared her midriff and hugged her tits tight. Her cleavage was mesmerizing - soft curves, creamy skin - I had a hard time tearing my eyes away.

She wore