Switched at his Desire 2: Gender Swap Gender Transformation Erotica

By Jezabel Foxx

Now that he’s been switched into a woman by his very rich boss, Mark has to go home and face the music. How on earth can he explain to his heavily pregnant wife how he left as a man and is returning as a woman? Will she treat him differently? Will she even still love him?
One thing is for certain: Amy wants to meet the man who did this to her husband. One thing leads to another and she figures two can play at this game. Now it’s Mark’s turn to face the music.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Jul 23, 2018

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I felt so silly riding my bike home in my new boss' wife's old dress. I had to admit that it fit perfectly, however, but that didn't change the fact that I felt absolutely foolish.

Taking my time, my mind raced with the possibilities of what I was going to tell my beautiful, nine-months-pregnant wife, Amy. Did I risk walking into my old apartment to just get confronted by my - potentially hostile - wife? Or did I knock on the door and look stupid trying to explain it to her.

I biked past an empty park and it hit me: With shaky fingers, I typed out a scary, generic message to my wife:

** Something's happened. Meet me at Gordon Park in a half-hour. Come alone.

My fingers hovered over the send button as I contemplated scaring my nearly-due wife this way; but I thought it would be the best way.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and hit the send button. Understandably, I nearly instantly received a panicked text message back:

** Oh my God, what’s wrong?

** Just come.

I replied cryptically. I didn't want to have to go into detail over the phone. We'd been together for several years and I wanted to do this face to face.

** On my way!

She replied. I combed my fingers through my long, silky blonde hair and sighed deeply. I had a feeling that this was going to be the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my entire life.

I found a secluded park bench near some ducks and watched them swim around lazily as I wracked my brain trying to come up with a plausible scenario. I knew I was going to have to prove it to her. Names, birthdays, anniversaries, dates of first kisses and other intimate things danced through my head and I was grateful that I retained my former memories.

I heard my wife's tell-tale squeaky bike chain before I saw her. My heart pounded in my