Jailhouse Gender Swap: Gender Swap Erotica

By Britten Thorne

Patrick’s girlfriend has devised a plan to break him out of jail - all he has to do is become her!

He needs a few favors along the way, though. And no favor come for free. He’ll have to get past his fellow inmates and the prison guards - will Patrick’s transformed body be enough to bargain his way out from behind bars?

Warning: This 8,000+ word short contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including an inmate becoming a busty, lusty woman who has to gangbang his - her - way to freedom!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Feb 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311499660

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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Jailhouse Gender Swap

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

Her hair falls in thick brown waves; her breasts bounce with a hypnotic rhythm. Those lips that I so love part in unrestrained ecstasy as her hips grind with a primal need. She rides her way towards her climax, sweating, wailing a song of fulfillment and bliss.

But the lucky fucker beneath her, witnessing her beautiful explosion, it wasn't me. It wasn't me!

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I woke with a start. My girl. Fucking another guy. Just a nightmare. One that could easily come true - I was lying on a bunk in a jail cell. Melisa was home. Hopefully alone.

My cellmate muttered in the bunk below mine. I tensed when I realized what else had woken me up - the bunk was shaking. Bastard’s jerking off!

I considered my options. I could tell him to cut it the fuck out, and start our usual cycle of posturing and threats. Or I could pretend I never woke up at all and let the guy finish in peace.

Fuck that. He never let me finish in peace. Dude, what the fuck!

Shut up, he grunted, Don’t fucking talk to me.

Austin wasn't the worst cellmate I could have landed with. For all of our blustering, we'd never come to blows. Not yet, I reminded myself. This was prison, and he was a criminal. All I had to do was push the wrong button at the wrong time and risk having him crush my skull in his huge hands.

Cut it out, go the fuck to sleep. Or do that on the toilet at least, Jesus.

The bed’s shaking paused. His hand rose in the dim light, reaching up like a zombie from the ground. It gave me the middle finger. Then the shaking resumed.

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on getting back to sleep. Or waiting him out. I knew why I'd had that nightmare - Melisa was visiting the next day. I braced myself for the bad news every time I saw her. I've met someone else. I can't do this anymore.

I wouldn't blame her.

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My girlfriend was a scientist. I was a criminal. I don't know how or why she tolerated me after everything I'd put us through, but there she was, walking through the door with the other visitors, looking wretchedly radiant.

Patrick, baby, she said, planting a kiss on my forehead with her pillowy red lips. God, how I miss her. I got