The Woman Who Wasn't

By Pornelope

Charlie Nelson is just walking down the street, minding his own business, when he’s suddenly killed in a brutal drive-by shooting...or is he? When he finally forces his eyes open again, he’s lying in a hospital bed, and he can tell right away that something is very, very wrong.

But nothing can prepare him for the shock of looking in a mirror, and seeing a gorgeous teenage girl staring back at him!

It can’t be true, it just can’t! He’s a strong, virile man! He’s not a woman, doesn’t want to be a woman, doesn’t know the first thing about being a woman!

Like it or not, though, he’s about to find out!

The nightmare seems never-ending as he’s forced to adjust to his new body’s limitations. Peeing sitting down isn’t so hard...except when he forgets he needs to sit. He’s forced to endure the danger of hot curling irons, the wretched indignity of a girly-girl pedicure...and monthly cramps! Who knew being a woman was so traumatic?

And how do they tolerate barbaric torture devices like pantyhose and brassieres without going insane?

He has to blend, though, or the hospital shrinks will toss him in the looney bun!

Just when he thinks his new life can’t possibly get any worse, he’s finally reunited with his lifelong best friend, Daniel. Can he convince Dano he’s really trapped inside Charlotte Duncan’s lush young body before Dano, a rakish womanizer, tries to seduce him? And what the hell is happening to Charlotte’s traitorous body when Dano touches him? Surely he’s not really getting turned on by Dano’s broad shoulders, narrow hips, and the huge bulge in his shorts!

“The Woman Who Wasn’t” is a hysterically funny rollercoaster ride of body swapping, gender-bending, and hot virgin seduction!

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

Charlie felt like he was caught in a never-ending nightmare. Every single day seemed to inflict another agonizing torture on him. First it was learning to sit up, walk, swallow, pee sitting down. Then he was expected to curl his hair, shave his legs, paint his nails, submit to a God-awful pedicure!

He didn’t dare say a word in protest; he’d gotten enough suspicious looks from that hospital shrink to shrivel his balls...if he’d still had any.

They expected him to behave like a gorgeous teenage socialite. If he got it wrong, who knew what might happen?

Just one slip-up, Charlie old boy, he warned himself every morning as he fought to fasten the horrible wire-cupped Iron Maiden that women blithely called a brassiere. Just one little mistake, and they’ll lock you away forever!

Once the bra was fastened, and Charlotte’s youthful breasts were jutting proudly out, he had to face the sadistic physical therapists who kept insisting “just once more...it’s for your own good!” until he was ready to scream.

But even that was nothing compared to the shock he got from finally making contact with his lifelong best friend.

Daniel’s deep, rich voice sent a bewildering rush of pleasure chasing through his slender body. He clamped down on it, and self-consciously brushed a long tress of honey-blonde hair from his eyes. Then he risked glancing up, and jolted as though lightning had blasted him into a thousand pieces. Keen interest was lighting Daniel’s dark eyes...interest, he realized with a sick lurch, in gorgeous young Charlotte Duncan.

Then he jolted again as his own senses kicked into overdrive, stunning him with panicked awareness. Why hadn’t he ever realized how tall and muscular Daniel was? His angular face was shockingly handsome. Healthy sweat was darkening his skintight t-shirt, highlighting his truly impressive physique. His hips were narrow, and his tight jogging shorts weren’t leaving anything to the imagination...

He nearly moaned as Charlotte’s breasts began to ache, and her nipples hardened into sensitive peaks. A peculiar hot tingling coiled through his belly like liquid wildfire, and slick wetness began to dampen the plain cot

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jun 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463089187

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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The Woman Who Wasn’t

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 @ Pornelope

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

He woke up feeling…strange.

A hospital, he thought in bleary confusion. I’m in a hospital.

The faint tang of antiseptic was unmistakable, and it left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. Or was that from the plastic tube that had been shoved down his throat until he’d awoken with a strangled gasp, and all the machines they’d had hooked to his body had lit up like a Christmas tree?

They were humming along now in a steady beep-beep pattern that should have comforted him, but didn’t. Something still felt…wrong.

His head was too heavy, and his body was too light. The heaviness, he knew because a doctor had explained it to him, was because his head was still wrapped in bandages—the last lingering effects of the plastic surgery he’d undergone while he was unconscious. He’d been riddled with bullet holes from that drive-by shooting; it was a miracle he’d survived.

Your body will be stiff and clumsy for a while, even though we’ve been exercising your muscles every day to keep them from atrophying, the doctor had explained. You’ve been in a coma for several weeks, Charlotte.

Charlie. He’d managed to croak the single word in a voice that was harsh and rusty from disuse.

Charlie. The doctor had accepted his correction without blinking. "To be perfectly honest, no one ever expected you to wake up. Coma victims usually don’t, if they’re gone for more than a few days. But you beat the odds, so I’d say your guardian angel has been doing a fine job.

The bandages can come off…tomorrow, he’d decided, after consulting a chart at the foot of Charlie’s bed. "The team who worked on you is first-rate; you’ll be pleased with the results.

"We’ll remove the catheter as soon as you’re strong enough to stand. And the intravenous feeding can stop once you can keep solid foods down.

I won’t lie to you, Charlie, he’d added, flashing him a smile that was somehow both somber and elated. "You’re in for a few tough weeks as your body learns to live again. You’ll have to relearn everything—maybe even how to swallow without gagging. You’ll be weak as a kitten at first, and it will all be a struggle.

"But you’re alive. You’ve already won 99% of the battle. If you remember that whenever you’re tired and frustrated, you’ll come through with flying colors.

Now I want you to get some rest. He’d patted Charlie’s hand in a manner that had seemed…oddly intimate. You’ll feel stronger when you wake up. We’ll talk again then, and start planning your physical therapy. You’ll be up and walking around in no time.

He’d slept, because his traitorous body had given him no choice. It had dragged him under, and kept him there for a solid twelve hours.

When he finally struggled back up to the surface, Dr. Steyn was patiently waiting by his bed. Welcome back, Charlie, he exclaimed, and patted his hand again. How do you feel this morning?

His throat was too sore to answer; he managed a faint smile and nod.

Excellent. Ready to get those bandages off?

When Charlie nodded again, Steyn glanced over his shoulder. Nurse, will you please tell Dr. Phillips that his patient is awake, and eager to get started?

Of course, doctor. The woman flashed Charlie a warm smile, then glided quietly from the room.

After your grand unveiling, Steyn continued, winking kindly at Charlie, "we’ll see about sitting you up. You may experience some nausea, but that’s perfectly normal. If you have any problems, we’ll administer some Zofran.

Ah, here’s Dr. Phillips now. Morning, Rich.

Morning, Alex. Phillips shook hands with his colleague, then turned keen eyes in Charlie’s direction. "Good