True Gender

By Emily Cummings

Plagued by headaches and terrible dreams, Phillip White is driven to alternative medicine. The cure is a bit unconventional, but it's going to change more about his life than his headache situation. An erotic adventure awaits Phil and her new lover, who is more than she appears. Gender bender erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emily Cummings
• Release date: Mar 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310330872

Emily Cummings

Stories get stuck in my brain, spinning, whirling, endlessly cascading through my consciousness. Writing is the only way to calm the turbulence. I write about what gets me excited and hope you can find something to get excited about in my stories.Relax and enjoy!

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True Gender

By Emily Cummings

Copyright 2015

Prelude

They stood side by side, the quarter moon providing just enough light to see the small house. It was more than enough light for the pair of ethereal beings. Shimmering creatures, as ancient as Earth’s oldest mountains, spoke to one another in a language of light.

He slumbers, unaware. Yet the dreams have begun, said one presence to the other.

The second being flickered impatiently. It had witnessed a hundred wonders such as this over the last millennium and would see thousands more before its duties were concluded.

Indeed. He will be ready soon, it said.

Should we retrieve him?

No. Let him sleep, the impatient one commanded. He will come to us when the time is right. Then, we shall prepare him. Much as you were.

I envy the journey he has before him. I recall the dreams and would give much to witness his.

His dreams will become reality soon enough. We must prepare. Let us leave him to his dreams…

With that, the two creatures of light vanished, leaving the unsuspecting man inside to his improbable destiny.

Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams

White landscape spread infinitely in all directions; the one exception a small chess table with two chairs. A petite Asian girl occupied one chair, dressed in a short skirt and tight-fitting uniform, looking very much like a Japanese schoolgirl, right down to the twin pigtails, splitting her dark, luminous hair, the outfit screamed anime.

The Dreamer walked to the table and sat down in the opposite chair opposite the young girl.

I’m glad we could do this, the girl began with a shy smile. You and I are going to play a game of chess. If I win, you and I will switch bodies.

And if I win? The Dreamer asked.

You won’t win senpai. Somehow, she managed to look very innocent and very slutty as she batted her eyelashes at him. The Dreamer could feel himself stiffen in response..

The Dreamer had never been a strong chess player. What if I decide I don’t want to play your game? he asked.

By sitting down, you have already agreed. If you get up now, you lose by default. The teen with the large eyes grinned eagerly. I’ll go first.

The game began as both players took their turns. Each move brought more uncertainty to the Dreamer as the strange woman confidently positioned her pieces. After 3 turns she’d captured a pawn, the piece disappearing from the board. As the piece vanished a tingling in the Dreamer’s arms drew his attention. Arm hair began to disappear. From wrist to shoulder, his arm was now hairless. No, not hairless, but covered in a light, nearly transparent fuzz… like a girl.

The thick hair, which had recently vanished from his body, appeared on the girl’s slender arms. It was a disturbing sight to witness. Moreover, it raised the stakes for each and every piece on the checkerboard field.

If this is what happens when I lose a pawn, the Dreamer thought, I don’t want to lose a more valuable piece.

Despite his best intentions, the Dreamer did lose pieces. Losing three more pawns to the young woman’s deft maneuvers led to more changes. The Dreamer could feel his waist tightening with each loss.

Once he lost a knight and striped socks rolled up to his mid-thigh. Although he couldn’t see them, he could feel them clinging to his legs beneath his pants. The woman opposite him hadn’t yet lost a piece and was looking manlier by the move. With her tightly clinging uniform, it was easy to see how her shape was moving in a more mannish direction. She grinned manically as the Dreamer frowned over the board.

Another turn later, the Dreamer lost a bishop.