Gender Swap Humiliation Trio: 3 Sexy Stories!

By Aurora Sparks

Aurora Sparks is well-known as the author of steamy short stories in which gender-swapped men are subjected to bondage, whipping, spanking, double penetration,cuckoldry, group sex and general erotic humiliation. Now, readers can get three of her kinkiest gender-bending shorts (plus a bonus sissification story!) in one convenient bundle.

In the Gender Swap Humiliation Trio, you'll find these three stories: 

More Than (S)he Bargained For 
Transformed & Humiliated by My Wife! 
Learning How the Other Half Lives... 

Plus a bonus sissification/BDSM short, My Wife Is a Sissy Mesmerist!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aurora Sparks
• Release date: Nov 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519991744

Aurora Sparks

Aurora Sparks is a young author of erotic fiction. Based in New York City, she loves to entertain and titillate with sensual tales that push boundaries and shatter taboos. Gender swap, BDSM, transgender and interactive erotica are her main interests right now, but she's always on the lookout for new ways to turn her readers on.

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More Than (S)he Bargained For

A Gender Transformation Short

by

Aurora Sparks

© Aurora Sparks 2015, all rights reserved.

I sank back into the couch. My eyes were closed. My mouth was slightly open, emitting the heavy, husky breaths of sexual arousal. My left hand caressed my chest, tweaking my nipples and rolling them between my thumb and index fingers. At the same time, my right hand roved downward, past my navel, toward the space where my legs met.

I undid the button of my jeans, unzipped the fly, and thrust my hand beneath the waistband of my silky purple panties. My clit was already throbbing with irresistible heat. But I wasn’t going to give that sensitive nub what it wanted just yet. Instead, I’d just tease it, graze the clitoral hood and move down to my aching slit, which was ready to liberate its warm juices at the softest touch of my fingertips.

I parted my outer lips and thrust one finger inside, then two. I pumped them in and out, slowly and first but then more ardently. My excitement was increasing. My juices were leaking through my panties, making the red underneath me warm and sticky. It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation. My excitement was rising to a fever pitch when—

Knock knock knock!

Just like that, my exquisitely-crafted fantasy fell apart. My swollen clit was once again a cock. M purple silk panties had transformed into a pair of white cotton briefs. I was no longer a beautiful woman, but a pathetic, perverted man, sitting almost naked on his living room couch with a boner that wouldn’t go away.

Knock knock knock!

Whoever was at the front door, it didn’t sound like they were going to leave me alone. Probably a couple evangelical Christians here to share the Good News with me. If only they knew what I’d been doing when they arrived at my doorstep, they’d probably write me off as a lost cause. And that would be fine with me. At least in hell, I’d have a little privacy to masturbate.

Knock knock-knock knock knock!

"Jesus Christ, I’m coming! I shouted. Hold your fucking horses."

I ran to my bedroom, grabbed my trusty blue bathrobe, and tied a hasty knot in the sash. I took a quick glance in the bedroom mirror to make sure my hard-on wasn’t too apparent, then rushed to the door and opened it.

My visitor was a handsome, muscular man in a suit. But it wasn’t one of those dorky suits you’d expect to find on a Mormon or a Jehovah’s Witness. It was retro in style, cut and pattern. He even had a fedora on. He was carrying a leather briefcase, and wore thick-rimmed glasses à la Clark Kent. The best way I can describe him is, imagine if a Chippendale dancer mugged a 1950s-era traveling salesman for his outfit.

Good evening, I’m Ron Castor, he said, flashing a flawless smile and thrusting out his hand to grab mine.

I took his hand by instinct and shook it. Uh, hi, Ron. I’m Mickey Sloane. What can I help you with?

Ron burst into a booming laugh for no apparent reason. "Well, Mr. Sloane, the more important thing is how I can help you. But I’m getting ahead of myself. May I come in?"

Um, OK. I wasn’t actually sure whether I wanted this strange man in my home, but my instinct for politeness took over.

Splendid! He walked through the door. Before stepping into the living room, he removed his shoes to reveal two argyle socks, and hung his hat on my antique wrought-iron coat rack. As I was hoping, he bypassed the couch (which was still gross and sweaty from my unfinished jerk-off session) and sat down in the easy chair on the other side of the room.

I remained standing for the moment. Can I get you some coffee, tea, water...?

He waves his hand. "I’m A-OK, thanks for asking. Just have a seat on the couch, if you wouldn’t mind. I’d like to tell you about an opportunity I believe will interest you very much."

I did as he said and seated myself on the couch, just where I’d been jerking off minutes before. ’An opportunity?’ So you’re not here to sell me a set of encyclopedias, or a carving knife that’ll never go dull?

He let out another of those booming laughs, and slapped his knee for good measure. "Oh, Mickey—can I call you Mickey?—you’re such a card. No, I don’t have any knives or encyclopedias to show you. What I’m offering is a bit more abstract, if you catch my drift."

I shook my head. I’m afraid I don’t. Could you be more specific?

He rubbed his clean-shaven chin. All righty. Allow me to answer your question with a question: Mickey, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a woman?

Excuse me? My eyes widened.

He leaned forward, steepling his fingers. Speaking more slowly and quietly now, I asked you, Mickey, if you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to be... a... woman.

My confused expression turned into a scowl. Ron, if this is the kind of thing you’ve come to talk with me about, I think it would be best if you left right now.

Ron raised his hands in supplication. "Whoa, whoa, whoa—I didn’t mean to offend, believe me, Mick. I just thought, you know, we’re all men here, so why not just be honest with each other? What red-blooded American male hasn’t once or twice, perhaps in a quiet moment like the one you were enjoying before I knocked on your door, thought about trading his rough-hewn, muscular body for a woman’s curves and delicate frame. Imagine the possibilities! You could bear children. Learn what it feels like to be appreciated for your beauty. Explore the parts of the female anatomy that you wouldn’t normally be able to touch without buying dinner and a movie first. Maybe even experience sex from another perspective."

Ron, I said, through grit teeth, I have no idea what you’re implying, nor do I want to know. I’m a normal man with garden-variety sexual fantasies. Why don’t you go make your bizarre sales pitch to somebody who shares your sick proclivities?

A sly smile crossed Ron’s face. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. He gestured toward my lap where, unbeknownst to me, my cock had wriggled out from under the bathrobe’s sash and was standing at attention in plain view.

I turned tomato-red and struggled to hide my inconvenient hard-on. I was embarrassed that I’d accidentally revealed the most private part of my anatomy but, even more, I was mortified that my wandering cock had exposed my lies and brought my true desires to light.

No need to hide, Mick. Just let it all hang out. Even I get turned on by my sales pitch every now and again. In fact, feast your eyes on this! He unzipped his slacks, fished around in his fly and drew out the most magnificent link of man-meat I’d seen in my life. I mean, I hadn’t looked at that many erect cocks outside of porno movies, but it certainly dwarfed my above-average tallywhacker. It had to be 10 inches long. And its girth? About that of a Red Bull can.

I was so impressed that I momentarily forgot to be angry at the man who had walked into my house, cast aspersions on my sexuality and pulled out his throbbing boner with barely a word of warning. Clearly, catching me off-guard was part of his plan, since he took that opportunity to strike.

"Now, you and I both know that gender transformation is hot, hot, hot! The question is, are you going to sit here furtively jerking off about it forever, or do you have the balls (no pun intended) to transform your fantasies into reality?

Uh, assuming that’s something I even wanted to do—which I’m not saying is the case—how do you know I could even afford such a thing? Last I heard, gender reassignment was a long, messy process that cost thousands upon thousands of dollars.

Ron smiled broadly. "Well, a lot has changed since ‘last you heard.’ What if I told you that you could become a woman simply by swallowing a pill? No invasive surgeries,