Becoming Beautiful

By Blair Buford

Working together at a bed-and-breakfast brings best friends Cole and Kelly closer together. But while the two men catch up between chores, Kelly wonders if Cole’s kept his secret - that he likes to wear dresses and dreams of being a woman. But Cole’s kept a secret of his own. He has the power to grant Kelly his wish. The power to change Kelly’s body - and their relationship - forever.

An all-new gender-bending tale by Blair Buford, author of “The Sexymorphosis.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blair Buford
• Release date: Apr 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311878472

Blair Buford

My name is Blair Buford. It isn’t a man’s name, nor that of a woman. It is that of a human who knows that gender is a choice. I dream of a world where sex is a choice as well, one where men and women alike can both experience how the other half lives for as long as they desire, free to know each other’s pleasure. I write in order to make known to the world that no one should fear what makes them happy.

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Becoming

Beautiful

By Blair Buford

Copyright 2014 Blair Buford

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This is a work of adult fiction which contains explicit sexual descriptions of gender swap transformations. It is not for readers who are under 18. This eBook is not to be republished, in whole or in part, without the author’s express written consent. The digital file to be shared with others for any reason. If you have any questions, please contact me at [e-mail]. Thank you and enjoy your story.

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I love to sleep.

When I sleep, I dream.

And when I dream, I am beautiful.

I imagine myself as a girl - a woman - with long, gentle curves. Every time it happens, I’m lying on my left side, admiring my body. Sometimes I’m in a dark candle-lit room lying across soft satin sheets, wrapped in the embrace of a long red cocktail dress. Other times I’m on a beach towel on a sunny afternoon, my big breasts held down beneath a blue-and-white striped bikini, my hands rubbing lotion into my warm skin.

But my favorite dreams are the ones where I’m wearing nothing at all.

I’m having one of those dreams right now, but it feels so real. I’m lying on the floor, several blankets bunched up beneath my naked body. My hands are both between my sweaty thighs, feeling over my soaking lips. I can feel the heat from the fireplace in front of me, the wood cracking and popping as I quiver to my own touch. My breasts clap together as I shudder, the large shapes pressed down by my forearms, the hard nipples aching to be pulled. I pinch one with sticky fingers and I moan. My face pushes up into the tangle of long blonde hair that tickles my neck. The fireplace pops louder. Too loud.

It wakes me up.

Just like that, I am back on my best friend’s couch. I lift up the red plaid blanket, but the same old body is laying there, the front of my blue sweat pants pulled to a point by the excitement of the dream. I drop the blanket and groan, stretching as I stare up at the patterns in the wooden ceiling. Sunlight is starting to come through the open window in front of me. I hear footsteps and Cole is there.

Hey, man, get up, he