Gender Swap Mega-Bundle: A Six Book Erotic Gender-Bending Collection (Waking up a Woman, #9)

By Sage Reamen

Enjoy six sultry stories of men being transformed into women, and all the strange, sexy scenarios that follow! 

These men are about to get more than they bargained for: whether it be potent elixers, bizarre viruses, or powerful curses, each of them wakes up the next day to discover they have become beautiful young women, complete with all the sexual needs and forbidden desires that accompany such a transformation!

Contains the following six tales of gender-bending adventures:

1. From Bro to Ho

2. From Playboy to Maneater

3. From Man-Beast to Babe

4. From Husky to Hottie

5. From Brutish to Buxom

6. From Boy to Toy

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage Reamen
• Release date: Jan 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498906395

Sage Reamen

Sage Reamen is a school teacher with a very naughty hobby. After a long day in the classroom, she uses her erotic stories and romances to live out her secret fantasies by night. Sage knows that fun sex is good sex, and she strives to inject humor and playfulness into steamy situations and red-hot lovemaking. For a walk on her wild side, check out her catalog to find a plethora of great books that will keep you up at night.

Book preview

From Bro to Ho: Waking Up a Woman

I couldn’t believe my luck.

Two hours ago, when I walked into my friend’s party, I did not have any hopes of getting laid, the only girl I knew being my ex who was wrapped around the guy she left me for. The rest of the girls were either with dates or too busy to bother telling me their names, much less ask for mine, and so I gave up.

Let’s face it. I wasn’t on my game, and I knew it.

Yet, here I was, back in my apartment with a hottie named Janice, a woman with shoulder-length brown hair, dreamy hazel eyes and a perfect, slender body with just the right curves. Sure, I barely knew her, but what did that matter when she seemed crazy for me?

Indeed, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off me. Right now, her nails were raking across my back, tunneling beneath my shirt while her mouth kept mine occupied, her tongue tasting of red wine and something else that sent heat coursing through my veins. Minutes later, she broke the kiss, clawing at my shirt. I took the chance to take off hers, as well, swallowing at the sight of her large, firmly rounded breasts.

I don’t like wearing bras, she said, grabbing my arm and leading me towards the couch.

I followed her, still too stunned to speak. She was about to sit on the couch but suddenly stopped. On second thought, why don’t we just hit the bed? I wouldn’t want you to have stains on your favorite sofa, and I’m pretty sure there are going to be stains.

I couldn’t help but grin. How did she know I was fond of that sofa? Then again, she seemed to know everything about me, like the fact that I always drank gin and tonic, that I could speak Spanish – I took it as an elective in college because I had a crush on this transfer student from Costa Rica – and that I was a sucker for 1980s video games. Of course, most of it was probably guesswork, and she seemed to know most of the other people at the party, so maybe she’d been asking about me. That was the main reason why I decided to take her home with me. I just had this feeling that the two of us had some sort of connection.

And of course, I wanted her. Badly.

Bedroom’s this way, I managed to croak, leading her through the doorway.

She quickly took off the rest of her clothes and I did my best to follow suit. Then, before I could fully admire the view, she pulled me on top of her on the bed, kissing me furiously. She reached for my already hard cock while I eagerly returned the favor with her already wet pussy. We stroked each other as our tongues mingled, my grunts and her moans adding to the ambient sounds that filled the room.

I could have come just from her skillful hands... but I didn’t want to, not now that I’d managed to land myself such an amazing girl. I pulled myself away from her and settled between her legs, trying desperately to catch my breath while I focused on anything but the welling orgasm that threatened to burst forth immediately. I reached for the nightstand drawer to get a condom but she grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

Just fuck me, she said, the look in her eyes making the words feel more like an order than a plea.

I honestly didn’t care which it was. I surrendered immediately, entering her with just one thrust, gliding effortlessly between her wet, throbbing lips. I held myself there for a moment, savoring the delicious heat which only a woman’s pussy could provide.

Damn, how I missed this feeling. In fact, my memory must have been fuzzy... because I couldn’t remember it EVER feeling this good.

I bent over to suck one breast while squeezing the other, missing how that felt as well, then switched. Her moans of pleasure told me I was doing something right, but also heightened the already intense throbbing in my gut. I was losing control, and I was too excited by the prospect to hold back any longer. I grabbed Janice’s hips and started moving. My thrusts were quick and hard, with a sense of urgency, and she didn’t complain, the look in her eyes telling me she was enjoying every bit of this as much as I was. Considering her moans and cries, maybe even more.

As if that was even possible, I told myself. I wasn’t exactly inexperienced, but something about this woman did things to me that I’d never felt before. Maybe it was her incredibly tight little pussy, or the intoxicating aroma that seemed to float around her. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed to know every single inch of my body, know exactly where to touch me, what I liked and what would drive me crazy, and went straight in for the kill every time. Whatever it was, I felt like I’d been drugged by some kind of aphrodisiac. Everything was pure pleasure, and I losing myself completely in it.

We rolled over and over each other, crushing against one another with every inch of our bodies. Our fluids and breaths mingled and became inseparable as the fiery heat built and built. We were two animals, utterly consumed with a single, irresistible goal, and no words passed between us as we fucked with the frenzy of spirits possessed. Several times we slammed with tremendous force against a wall or a bedpost, but the pain only intensified the sensation and sent us into a deeper fervor.

Finally I could hold back no longer. Any thought of pulling out seemed impossible now. I wanted to fill her up completely, give every last drop of myself to this beautiful, amazing enchantress who was riding me like the most expert cowgirl. I heard my own voice rise in anticipation as her eyes rolled back into her head. I was dimly aware of her hand furiously masturbating her own clit as she rocked back and forth, driving herself deeply onto my pulsating cock as her breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm of our lovemaking.

With few final thrusts, she closed her eyes, arched her back and cried out, her pitch matching my own as we both screamed with ecstasy. I came right after her, groaning as I felt my cum squeezed from me, along with the air from my lungs and the all energy I had remaining.

Exhausted, I pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. I felt her hit the bed beside me, throwing her arms around my waist and pulling me cIose as our breathing became slow and rhythmic. I felt like I’d just been released from a spell, a wonderful, all-consuming spell that had left me drained and totally contented. I couldn’t even open my eyes and within seconds, I felt myself drifting off to sleep in spite of the voice shouting inside my head, telling me I was stupid to let everything end so soon.

I promise I’ll do better next time...

***

As soon as I woke up, I realized there was not going to be a next time.

Janice was gone, without a note to let me know her phone number, email address or even her last name, which of course I didn’t bother asking for since I was too busy trying to get laid.

Well, congratulations, Dan. You scored with a gorgeous woman but you’re never going to see her again.

I frowned, placing my hands on top of my head as I sat up. To my surprise, I felt tears forming in my eyes.

What the heck?

I rarely cried, especially over girls. I didn’t even cry when I learned out Michelle had cheated on me. So why now?

I wiped my tears, surprised at my own emotional response. I’d been trying to toughen up, to be more like James, my best friend, who’d always been a champion of one-night stands. He’d often tease me about the emotional attachment I had to sex, saying I was like his ex. As a young guy, I should take them as they come and not worry about the long-term possibilities. And maybe he was right. Besides, I barely knew Janice. We had a quick fling, nothing more. As amazing as the sex last night was, and as much as I felt we had a real connection, it was over and my life was back to being normal and boring.

And that was all there was to it.

***

But the next day, I woke up feeling strange. My chest felt heavy, and not the kind that came with feeling worried or hurt. No, it felt... physically heavy. It was almost like there was something on or in my chest, though when I looked in the mirror, everything seemed normal. Alright, maybe my nipples looked a little bigger, like they were a bit stretched out compared to normal, and a little bit wider at the tip. Maybe I had gained weight without realizing it? I was about to shrug it off and go about my day, but as my shirt brushed across their surface I felt a sudden, sharp jolt.

Whoa. Were my nipples this sensitive before?

I ran my fingers across them, shivering as smaller jolts of electricity shot through my upper body. I’d never felt anything like that before, had I? It was absurd, I thought, dismissing the strange occurrence. Probably just a side effect of the amazing sex I’d had the night before, which honestly was weighing far more on my mind. I would’ve forgotten about it completely, if not for the other strange things that happened that day.

It happened first on the subway on my way to the university, I found myself stealing glances at the guy who sat across me. He was tall and lean, with a kind of bookish air, but still well-dressed and confident in his bearing. He was surprisingly cute, with the way he brushed back his hair and his crooked smile. And when he turned to flirt with the attractive girl sitting beside him, I felt a sudden pang of jealousy...

Whoa! What the hell? Was I seriously eying another guy on the subway? I’d never messed around with guys before - never ever really thought of it. It’s not that I had any problem with gay guys, I just wasn’t one of them. So why did I suddenly blush when he glanced my way?

Any other day and my eyes would have been glued to the girl beside him. She was short and perky, with an off-kilter laugh and a pixie haircut - just my type, normally, and on top of that was wearing this killer blouse that showed off her cleavage. And don’t get me wrong, I did find her attractive. Just... not the sole focus of my attention. Something was off.

Later, after my Physics lecture, I nearly jumped when one of my friends placed his arm around me. It was just a friendly gesture, but for some reason I felt my skin prickle, like a breeze had just blown over me. I could feel my face turning red, and worse, my body getting hot. I squirmed away and punched him in the arm, trying to act casual, but the guys all gave me a strange look before heading off to their next classes.

And then at the gym after class, I couldn’t seem to lift my usual weights. I’d been benching regularly