Going Deep

By Alyson Belle

Mike Wantry has finally had his deepest, darkest fantasy fulfilled through the magic of virtual reality, and it's better than he ever expected. Who knew that being a girl would feel so good? But now that a mischievous friend named Amy has started drawing him deeper and deeper into the sex-fueled underworld of Virtnet, Mike has started to like it a little too much.

Worse still, Amy is threatening to tell everyone what he's up to if he doesn't be exactly the obedient little slave she wants him to be. And boy does Amy have plans for Mike, or as she calls him, Mikala... plans named Pete and Chuck. Mike is mortified, but has no choice but to go along with her sexy schemes until he figures out how to get out of it.

But with a little help from Amy's special "mind-blurring" programs, Mikala... err, Mike... isn't even sure he wants to get out of it now. It's all been really confusing, and it's starting to get hard to remember why he wouldn't always want to be Mikala...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Jun 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463294109

Alyson Belle

Alyson Belle is a bestselling romance and erom author who has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around. With Alyson in control, your hottest fantasy ever is always just a click away...~~~ Visit my site for a FIVE FREE BOOKS including a copy of Forbidden Flirtations, a sexy, sizzling-hot story you can only get on my website! ~~~ Copy and Paste URL: http://alysonbelle.com/free-books/

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An excerpt from Going Deep:

Good girl, whispered Amy, tapping at her virtscreen. This is an easy fix, actually. Let’s just fuzz your memory a bit, and ratchet up your avatar’s sex drive...

Wait, what? asked Mikala.

But then suddenly she couldn’t remember what she’d been asking about. Amy smiled at her. Mikala smiled back. Gosh, Amy was pretty. Such blue eyes, such golden hair... her hands wandered down the length of her dress and clutched the hem tightly to keep them still. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ached so much with need. In fact, she couldn’t remember much of anything right now, but it didn’t seem to matter... all she wanted was for Amy to lean in and kiss her. Amy must have seen it on her face, because she did. It was long and sweet and passionate. Mikala swooned when Amy’s hand glided up to stroke her jaw. Her knuckles were white on the hem of the dress. She was dying to pull it off.

And then she saw the boys, again. How long had they been there? Her memory felt so fuzzy... she giggled. The names Chuck and Pete swooped out from the haze, but they didn’t really mean anything to her. Just two gorgeous boys, looking awfully nice to Mikala. Her gaze kept swinging back to... Chuck, his name was? She sighed, drinking in his strong, almond arms and his sweet brown eyes. She felt an almost animal attraction pulling her toward this hot, latin magnet. She brushed past Amy and attached herself to him, bringing one leg up around him as those wonderfully muscled arms wrapped around her, his surprised excitement evident on his face.

God, his touch felt magical against her skin! She melted into him like a stick of hot butter, all weak and fluttery. Hey, she managed.

Hey, he replied, eyes sparkling.

I think our party is on, boys, said Amy.

Exploration

A moment ago Mike had been in his bedroom, sitting on his couch and jacking in, but now he was somewhere else entirely. The abrupt transition never ceased to startle him. He stood once more in the lobby of his console, amidst the grey and tan default furniture he still hadn’t bothered to change. He walked up and punched in his credentials. Jungle Jim swirled into view and stared out at him from the glass pane, as tough and manly as ever. His trademark sneer seemed like more of a leer, Mike thought, and as his eyes ran down the bulging, corded arms and the torn camouflage shirt that exposed the avatar’s impressively muscled torso, he was surprised to discover that he felt... disgust. The idea of stepping into Jungle Jim’s ultra-masculinity had never been less appealing before. His hand hovered over the glass wall. All he had to do was tap to jump into that body and go lose himself in hours of bloody action, but... all he really wanted to do was to be Mikala again. He couldn’t help it.

Mike recoiled from the wall and flexed and unflexed his genderless, grey jaw muscles.

And then, almost before he knew what he was doing, he logged out of his account and quickly swiped in a different set of credentials. The glass darkened and lightened again as he tapped in the keys Amy had given him. Now, standing before him in the selection room was the same avatar that Amy had forced him into last week. She looked even prettier than he remembered, standing there innocently in the little white shift of the default avatar settings. She was rosy-cheeked and full-lipped, petite and pretty with wide brown eyes, not a day over eighteen. Her hair flowed down to just below her pert breasts. She was wearing a little smile as she stood there waiting for him. Mikala.

His hand reached up to the glass almost involuntarily, as though stretching out to touch her, and then, as his fingers brushed softly against the pane, he was her.

At once she knew that something felt different. Mikala tried to puzzle it out. The shift into the avatar had felt unusual, but then she realized that she was thinking of herself as Mikala again, as female by default. Amy must have tied it to the avatar. Neat trick. Now that she knew what was happening, Mikala found that she didn’t mind. It was a nice little touch, an extra layer of realism that made the virtnet experience of inhabiting a different body that much better.

She relaxed into herself, enjoying the pleasant sensations of simply being Mikala in the privacy of her own lobby. She stretched her arms and legs, bent herself over double, and rolled her shoulders. She was surprised at how flexible this avatar seemed. Curious, she slid one leg forward and one leg back until she had lowered herself all the way to the floor, resting comfortably in a perfect split. Mikala laughed with delight. She’d always wanted to do that. She popped back up and did a little pirouette on one foot, laughing again at the happy girl in the now-mirrored glass.

Then she smiled to herself, turning this way and that in front of the mirror screen. She had such a lovely little body, with a cute, round bottom. Smallish breasts, barely B-cups, but they felt just right, filling her hand when she cupped them, and looked nice on her. Last week there hadn’t been time to appreciate Amy’s artistry, but now she really had to hand it to the girl. Mikala was beautiful, without being some kind of unrealistic pin-up centerfold, and totally unique. Looking at herself, seeing herself like this, something stirred inside of Mikala that wasn’t quite arousal; it was more like... satisfaction, maybe? But who wouldn’t be satisfied when they looked like this?

This time she remembered that she could customize her clothes. She pulled up her personal virtscreen and started browsing through her clothing, shoes, and make-up styles. A whole color-wheel of different skirts, sweaters, and dresses flew by. Amy had certainly kitted her out well! It was almost overwhelming to have so many different options. What did she feel like wearing?

She decided to choose something elegant, appropriate for the evening: a pretty, red strapless cocktail dress, with black kitten heels and pearls. Then she picked a shade of lipstick to match the dress. She paused at the rest of the make-up, baffled. How did girls do this? She didn’t even know where to begin with all the possible combinations of foundation, concealer, blush, tanner, a million and one eye options. If she picked at random, she’d end up looking terrible, she was sure! Then she noticed that there were some preset full-face options, and she sighed, relaxing. One of them was marked Sultry Evening. She picked that one.

The results were impressive. When the virtscreen whisked away and she got the first full look at herself, she almost cried. She’d never felt so gorgeous... never looked so gorgeous. The dress clung to her curves with a custom-tailored fit accentuated by the slight lift the heels gave her ass. Her make-up was smoky-eyed and sultry, just as the name implied. Mikala wouldn’t look at all out of place in an upscale Manhattan cocktail party. She smiled, shining white teeth popping between the brilliant red of her lips. There was no way she could stay locked away in the lobby looking like this... before she knew what she doing, she’d tapped herself into chatspace.

Once more she stood on the circular platform amidst a stunning sea of stars, and once more she was stunned by the breathtaking beauty of the vista. She spun a slow circle, taking it all in. Now she noticed that while some of the stars pulsed with color,