Rent Money: A Gender Swap Story

By Jessica Clairmont

Victor is down on his luck after rashly quitting his job four months ago. His roommmate, Andrew has been kind enough to let him live rent free in the meantime, but Victor's inability to accomplish anything has left the friends on hostile terms. Faced with being evicted, Victor takes a job tending bar that sounds too good to be true. He spends a whole night working hard and taking shots with some of the most beautiful women he's ever met, making a bundle in the process. When he wakes, Victor finds his body a little different than he remembers. When he goes to talk to Andrew about the rent money, he undergoes a change that makes Andrew a lot more than just a good friend and roommate. Andrew, for his part, helps Victor finish become Victoria the only way a good friend would.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Dec 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370961887

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Rent Money: A Gender Swap Story

Jessica Clairmont

Copyright 2020 by Quixerotic Publishing

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Rent Money

A Gender Swap Story

by Jessica Clairmont

The burning sensation had not subsided in the least, despite the relief of tension around his midsection. A new pressure was building in his chest. He suddenly understood why his shoulders seemed smaller. Flesh rippled and expanded as breasts grew out before both of them. His doughy figure was gone and in its place were rapidly ballooning tits which any girl would envy. Victor brought his hand to his new breasts and squeezed...

Victor, wake up!

Victor rolled about on the couch as he snapped to consciousness. Andrew was standing over him, glaring. Huh? What? What is it?

It's fucking 8:15, that's what it is, Andrew said. You've done nothing literally all day. We had an agreement.

Victor sat up. Around him, the apartment was in shambles. Piles of dishes and discarded food containers littered the small kitchen. The living room was filled with discarded socks and empty drink glasses as well as a fair share of beer cans. I meant to get to it today, Andy, he explained. I did, but I was up all night.

Andrew glared at him. I know you were up all night because you kept me up all fucking night. I told you I wouldn't mind, but I was being fuckin polite. Since that clearly went over your head, I'm gonna stop that. No more being polite. And don't call me fucking 'Andy'. You want me to call you Vicky?

Sorry, Victor said. He hung his head and tried to look as contrite as he felt.

Andrew softened his stare, but continued, You lose your job, and what do I do? Do I throw you out into the street?

Victor waited for him to continue, but apparently Andrew was asking an actual question. "No Andy—Andrew,