Losing It

By Alyson Belle

Mike is enjoying being a girl so much that he can’t keep straight whether he’s Mike or Mikala anymore, and now that he’s blurring the lines between Virtnet and reality with his boyfriend Chuck, he needs to learn a few things about femininity. Good thing for him that his mistress Amy is happy to teach, starting with a very personal lesson on proper lingerie selection!

But Amy isn’t the only one paying attention to the new girl in town: Christy Parker, Chuck’s ex-girlfriend, has begun poking around where she doesn’t belong and asking some uncomfortable questions. When she demands that Mike help her figure out the real identity of this Mikala, Mike is faced with an impossible decision that leaves him in a very, very compromising position.

The action is hotter than ever this time, and the questions are stacking up! How is Mike going to get out of this one before the whole school learns his humiliating secret?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463673898

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 Losing It:

Get up in the truck, Chuck growled.

Mikala heard the need in his voice and thrilled at the sound of it. She was about to protest, to tease him a little more, but then he flipped her skirt up, slapped her ass, and tossed her over the edge of the truck. She flew through the air, surprised, arms waving, and bounced in a tangle of curled hair and flapping fabric onto the creaking springs of the old mattress.

H-hey, she said, pushing herself onto her hands and knees and shooting a warning glare back at Chuck.

But before she could react he had launched himself into the truck bed too and was on his knees behind her, rock-hard manhood pushed up against her wet panties, hands locked around her wrists. You got on all fours for me. Good girl. He nuzzled into her neck and she trembled and moaned, feeling the tip of his erect penis waggle against her clit through the layers of cotton and jeans.

Oh, ho ho. You do want it bad. What a slutty little virgin. Chuck kept her locked in place with his left hand while his right strayed back to slide her panties slowly down her toned legs. She tried to turn around and watch but the angle was wrong and she couldn’t see a thing. Just his big, rough hand, caressing the inside of her thighs. She was practically shaking.

She heard a zipper drop, and some fumbling, and then warm, hard flesh bounced against her most intimate parts. The tip of his manhood grazed her moistened lips and slid along, spreading them slightly, teasing her. She moaned again, long and low, and rocked against him, but he laughed and kept the angle down so she couldn’t just slide onto it.

God, you’re awful, panted Mikala. Teasing me...

My little virgin wants it bad, doesn’t she?

So bad... Mikala breathed. Her nipples were razor sharp and tingling, rubbing against the inside of her bra. She trembled all over.

Chuck leaned in really close. Good, he whispered. Because I made sure you’d get the full experience. I know you haven’t gotten to in real life yet, since you’re a good Catholic girl.

Mikala was too dazed and distracted by need to process what he was telling her. Hunh? she asked.

Chuck’s voice dropped even lower. That little tightening you felt earlier? That was me giving your avatar a hymen. You really are a virgin, baby. He tightened his grip on her wrist as her pulse quickened. And I’m going to pop your cherry.

Goosebumps sprang out across Mikala’s exposed flesh and she arched her back, trying to straighten. What? she demanded. Chuck, wait...

Mikala had never had a hymen, never really experienced a first time... her avatar had always been broken in and ready to go. And now that Chuck had turned her little fantasy into a reality, she was frightened. What if it hurts? she wondered. What is it going to feel like? Tight? Burning? Am I going to bleed? She thought about stopping the simulation to think about whether she wanted that, but then she realized Chuck had total control, and by the way he was moaning and rocking his hips against her, cock working its way up and down her exposed folds, he was seconds away from plunging into her and showing her exactly what it felt like.

Chuck, wait! she cried. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her by her hips. She had no way to stop him from taking what he wanted. He was bigger than her, impossibly stronger, and the position he held her in, knees spread wide and cock already teasing its way into her, left her completely vulnerable. She couldn’t get up and she couldn’t even use her hands to fight against him or she’d fall face-first into the pillow, which would just tilt her ass up and make it even more enticing for Chuck to slide into her.

I don’t know if I can wait... he moaned, lost in his own excitement. Relax, baby. You’ll like this, I promise.

Secrets

Aren’t you ready yet, Mike? Kyla whined from her spot on Amy’s bed as she flipped lazily through the pages of the latest Cosmo. You’re really playing in to these stereotypes about women, you know? Just slap some make-up on and let’s go already.

Mike paused, midnight black eyeliner pencil hovering over his eyelid, and shot his half-sister a smoldering glare in the mirror. Not all of us have been doing this our whole lives, okay? I’m not used to it yet.

She’ll get faster with practice. Amy swept over and laid a hand on Mike’s shoulder. She studied his face thoughtfully. Your makeup looks great, honey. And Kyla, you know she prefers we call her Mikala outside of school.

Kyla rolled her eyes and went back to reading. I know, I know. Eighteen years of habit, sorry. Then she lowered the magazine and peeped over the top. I really am sorry. Mikala.

Whatever. It happens. Mike shoved down his annoyance and swept the pencil across the lower edge of his lid. Then he combed some matching mascara onto his eyelashes. She didn’t mean anything by it. He blinked in the mirror, batting his lashes, and then blew himself a kiss. Everything looked perfect. He still couldn’t believe how well Kyla’s borrowed theater wig blended into his natural hairline. It seemed totally real. God, I look so pretty. You’d never know there was actually a boy under there.

He tucked his makeup away in the bag Amy had gotten for him, pleased with both his growing skill and his growing makeup collection. The bag had filled slowly at first—an old eye shadow set from Kyla, mascara and eye pencil borrowed from Amy, and some cheap foundation and blush from the drugstore down the street that Kyla had been kind enough to buy for him. But as he’d gotten better at the application and gone out more and more in public as Mikala, he’d added more and more to the bag: a whole palette of eye colors from Urban Decay, shiny pink lip gloss, bronzer for contouring, and nail polish in a handful of fun colors.

Kyla had forced him to make his own