Christmas Swap

By Alyson Belle

When Albert Green donates the last $20 he has as a gesture of goodwill to a funny old man beside a mysteriously decorated tree, he’s blessed with the chance to make a single, magical Christmas wish! He closes his eyes and wishes for the one thing he’s wanted more than anything else in his whole life: to experience life as a woman. That night, the three spirits of Christmas appear to him in his dreams and work a holiday miracle on his sleeping form.

When he awakens, he’s shocked to discover that he’s sixteen years old again and trapped in the body of an alternate reality version of himself that has always been female! Not only that, but she’s smoking hot. The spirits have granted him two weeks in his own past to experience what life as a woman would have been like, and Albert—now “Allie”—intends to enjoy every possible moment of it.

Will Allie be able to navigate the new and foreign challenges of her strict Catholic school as a teenage girl, beat the mean queen bee Eva Grey, and get an invite to the Christmas dance from her own best friend (and hot crush) Jacob Heyward? And as she slowly falls in love with her new, feminine body, will she find a way to hang onto it? The spirits hinted that there might be a way to remain as Allie forever, but only if she manages to find something as magical as true love’s kiss before her time runs out...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Jun 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370139279

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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CHRISTMAS SWAP

by

Alyson Belle

Copyright © 2017 Alyson Belle

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All characters in this book are over the age of 18 (18+ only). All characters, locations, and situations are entirely fictional representations and any resemblance to real world scenarios are entirely coincidental.

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An excerpt from Christmas Swap:

I flushed and quickly washed my hands, suddenly oblivious to the other girls in my urgency to get to my locker, and raced out of the bathroom and down the hall. As I rounded the corner into my locker bay, I collided with another student and lost my grip on my book bag. He kept his footing, but I went tumbling to the floor. My backpack skidded away from me, and I landed on my padded rear with a painful bounce.

Owwww, I said, grimacing.

Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! someone said. Why does that voice sound familiar? A pair of strong hands slipped under my arms and lifted me up like it was nothing, helping me back onto my feet. I turned around, stammering my own apology, but the words died on my lips. It was Jacob! My Jacob!

Dude! I cried. instead You have no idea how glad I am to see you! It’s been forever.

Before I even realized what I was doing, I had enveloped him in a huge, friendly hug. It had been two years since I’d seen that handsome, goofy face of his, and I’d missed him terribly. He had been deployed to the Middle East when he joined the army, sent on scouting missions, and even when he was home on leave it had only been for a few days at a time. Seeing him in front of me, in the flesh, sixteen years old again and already looking as much of a man as he had at twenty, was one of the best Christmas gifts I could have asked for.

But then I noticed he wasn’t hugging me back. He was resting his hands gently on my shoulders, a look of shock on his face. Furthermore, I noticed for the first time that my body was having an unexpected reaction to being pressed up against a boy like this. Rather than the friendly, masculine bear hug sensation I was used to feeling with Jacob, now our bodies had come together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My curves practically melted into him, pushing my pert breasts against his chest, and I felt the hardness of his developing stiffy push against my bare leg through his pants, as well as the smooth curve of his muscles in his back and arms wherever he touched me. I felt a warm, tingling sensation in my crotch, and blushed as I realized that I was wet down there! Holding Jacob like this had turned me on in a big way, apparently I had turned him on too, and the worst part was that I really, really liked that… I didn’t want to let go of him, but I forced myself to disentangle and step back before I could embarrass myself any more.

He looked even redder than I was, and then he said slowly: Uh, is this some kind of joke? You see me every day, Allie. Your locker is right next to mine. You just don’t usually say more than two words to me…

I was stunned. Could it be possible? Jacob was my best friend in the world. I loved everything about him. Our lockers had been side by side since the first day of middle school, which was how we had met, and we’d become best friends in high school bonding over all kinds of regular teenage problems. He’d even thought about dating Eva Grey once, back in 7th grade, when she was all knees and elbows and hadn’t yet developed into the bombshell she’d later become, and I’d talked him out of it because I thought he was too cool and too smart to be with her. She was still probably dumb, and I had no idea how hot she was going to get… and mean. He really dodged a bullet there.

But then I realized that as a girl, especially as a pretty girl, we probably wouldn’t have ever struck up a conversation at our lockers. We wouldn’t have bonded over teenage problems, because that bonding had happened over teenage male problems. But Jacob was so handsome! It was a strange thought to have, and it popped into my head out of nowhere, but I knew the truth of it was that I’d always thought that about him… for some reason it was only now, as a girl, that I felt like I could admit that to myself about him.

It was even worse, because in this female body, I felt the most amazing attraction to him. I loved the way his eyes followed my small movements, and I was almost hypnotized by every little detail of his. The attraction was ten times as powerful as anything I’d ever felt for him when I was a man, and I could tell that he was attracted to me too, even if my little stunt with the hug hadn’t proved it by giving him a boner. Right now all I wanted to do was rush back to him and feel him sweep me up in his strong arms again. These teenage hormones were no joke! I’d forgotten how powerful they were, and I’d never experienced them from the female side.

My biology was screaming for me to mate—more specifically, to mate with Jacob…

Chapter 1

I hurried through the throng of shoppers at the mall just two weeks before Christmas, my arms heavy with the weight of the packages my mother had requested that I pick up for her, and did my best to avoid looking at the beautiful holiday displays in every store window. Christmas shopping was a miserable, crowded experience, and it was worse when there was nothing you actually wanted available in the stores. Red, green, and white were everywhere, and all of the stores that catered to women’s clothing were full to bursting with pretty red dresses, cute hats with little poofs on the top of them, snow-white scarves, and other pretty things that were meant for… for other people, I guess.

I sighed, chastising myself for the millionth time over my stupid, hopeless fantasy. I’d never dared tell anyone about my secret wish—not even my best friend since high school, Jacob Heyward. I missed Jacob fiercely now that he’d gone away and joined the army. He’d always hung out with my family around this time of year, brightening our Christmas celebrations with his wide, bright smile and warm brown hair that curled just a little all over his head. I still remember his face when he’d told me there was nothing keeping him here in our small town of St. James, New York. A girlfriend would have made him stay, but instead he’d shipped out, and now he was miserable somewhere off in the desert… or so it seemed. It had been forever since his last letter.

Not that I was doing much better: a 22-year old nothing, worse than Jacob, since I’d stayed here in our home town and worked for minimum wage for the bank my father helped manage. He could have gotten me a better job, could have even helped me make my way up through the corporate ladder, but I didn’t care and didn’t want it. I knew I was supposed to want things like that, and my parents were always lecturing me about how I’d never be able to find a girl and settle down to make a family if I didn’t have a decent job. I could hear my mother’s voice in my head: Albert, when are you going to meet a nice girl? Don’t you want to make something of yourself?

I wove my way through a throng of teenage girls, maybe 16 or 17, oohing and ahhing at a particularly pretty set of dresses in a store window, and despite my best efforts I couldn’t help following their gaze to see the crown jewel on display: a lovely, Christmas-red satin dress with an A-line skirt and decorative, flaring shoulder straps. Any of them would have looked beautiful in it, especially with a pretty red bow on top, and I flinched at the visceral pang of envy in my chest. I stared a moment longer before tearing myself away, heading for the mall’s exit, and tried to put those feelings right out of my head. Wishing for something I couldn’t have was foolish, and it had never gotten me anywhere before.

How could I possibly tell my mother that I didn’t actually want to meet a nice girl and have a family of my own? I didn’t want to make something of myself, either—not in the way that she and my father meant when they scrunched up their faces in obvious disappointment and prodded me about it. The dress back in that window represented everything to me I truly wanted, and everything that would be forever beyond my grasp. My life was like a thick pane of glass between me and that fantasy, and I was the poor, orphan child with my face forever pressed against the window, looking in.

I shivered as I stepped out into the cold night air of the mall parking lot, shifting the bags of Christmas gifts I’d picked up for our relatives so that I could dig for my keys, and crunched through the several inches of soft, new snow as I hunted for my little red car. The lamp posts illuminated the parking lot in an ethereal white light, and the snow still fell, giving everything an airy, dreamlike quality. It smelled like pine and cold, familiar smells from childhood Christmases past, and I inhaled deeply, momentarily transfixed by the magic of the quiet of the snowy moment. The parking lot was shockingly empty of other people for how busy the mall was, but I enjoyed the relative solitude.

The car was right where I remembered, sandwiched a few rows back, and I trudged over to it and loaded up the hatchback trunk with my purchases. My mother had forced me to buy the kitschiest gifts, just like she always did, but she loved to wrap lots of things for Christmas morning, so I was happy to do what I could to make her happy—I felt like such a failure in other ways that I liked to win points wherever I had the chance. Still, it was always so hard to watch my female cousins open her cutesy little gifts for them, mittens and makeup and scented bath products, and wish so badly that it could be me instead. I was grateful that she’d spared me from having to shop for those items, because it would be even worse to buy them for someone other than myself.

The hatchback slammed closed, and I stood for a moment, basking in the quiet of the falling snow once again. I spun slowly in a circle, staring up at the night sky, watching the snowflakes float gently down, swirling through the air. Suddenly, I noticed a small Christmas tree someone had decorated at the back of the parking lot, where the pavement met the little woodland area at the edge