Bright and Bubbly: A Gender Swap Romance

By Alyson Belle

Russ can’t keep a girlfriend around to save his life, thanks to his way-overactive libido. But it turns out there’s an easy solution for that problem—girls never have an issue finding a hot date, right?

When Russ loses his third girlfriend in a row to his overly voracious need for getting down and dirty, he complains to his friends that a girl wouldn’t ever have this problem. Case in point: His friend Krystal, a lesbian who sleeps with dozens and dozens of hot dates. But since he’s not a girl, Krystal proposes an alternate solution: Why not go see a fortune teller and see if a little hypnosis can cure him of his appetites?

At first, Russ is skeptical, and he’s right to be—the moment he shows up in Madame Orlando’s magic shop, she tells him that he doesn’t need hypnosis. He just needs a partner who’s right for him. But Russ insists, and after a long look into his soul, she sends him home with a magic bath bomb that he absolutely does not believe is going to do anything. His doubt lasts right up until the magic bath bomb does its thing and turns him into a beautiful woman!

Now, as the gorgeous brunette Riley, he discovers that he loves being a girl more than he ever could have imagined, and he has no problem finding lovers of either gender. But when his string of endless one-night stands begins to leave him feeling a little empty inside, he begins to wonder... will he ever find the person he’s truly meant to be with? Or will he end up stuck forever as the bright, bubbly girl everyone likes to have a good time with, but no one wants to keep?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Dec 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463193815

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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BRIGHT AND BUBBLY

by

Alyson Belle

Copyright © 2018 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 Bright and Bubbly:

Allan didn’t say anything as she suddenly dissolved into a mess of tears, hiding her face in the grey shirt he wore. There was only so much she could think about at once, and everything that had happened in the past few weeks was vying for her attention, shouting and jostling in her brain until she had a splitting headache. Riley loved being a girl—she didn’t want to go back in the slightest. But it was a sudden shift to make, with no prior thoughts about it or warning, and she was overwhelmed by the world around her. Instead of panicking, she simply tried to focus on the rise and fall of Allan’s chest.

Her breathing eventually slowed to a crawl, unconsciously matching the slow petting of her hair. Tears that had flowed hot and fast when she first began to cry now only slipped free every once in a while, dripping down her face and soaking into Allan’s shirt. Somehow she was sharing a chair with him now, half-seated on his lap and curled into the littlest bundle she could make. She wondered when that had happened, somewhere in the back of her mind—Riley didn’t remember changing her seating position. Allan held her close to his chest, and she became acutely aware of how small she was now. Little enough that her best friend had moved her without her realizing it.

You’re a good person.

Allan’s words rumbled into her ear, and she felt every syllable as the low, reassuring tone vibrated through his chest and into her. Almost immediately she welled up with tears again, but Riley did her best to stop them before she starting crying all over him again. She’d made enough of a mess for one day. Her gaze focused across the room, on a picture of Russ, Krystal, and Allan that they’d taken the day the boys moved into this house together.

You’re just saying that, she mumbled under her breath, and he was quick to respond.

I’m not. You’re a good person. You’re funny and sweet and you care about your friends. You’re the life of the party.

God, she needed him to stop. Riley couldn’t handle all these nice things being said about her—it was difficult to reconcile them with her fear that she was just, at her core, meant to be alone. It was confusing, and he needed to stop talking, and—

Oh.

She’d raised her head to his, meaning to knock his chin with the top of her skull, but Allan had leaned down at the same time so he could whisper compliments in her ears. Their lips met clumsily as they moved, and they both pulled away almost instantaneously in surprise, registering the accidental kiss they’d shared. His eyes were wide with surprise, and she could only imagine that hers were too.

Words built in her throat, but she had no idea what they might be. Her brain certainly couldn’t come up with anything to say—it was stuck on how warm his mouth had been against hers, and how soft and secure it felt to be kissing him.

Before she found her voice again, Allan dipped his head back down and captured her lips once more. This kiss too was gentle and sweet. It spoke of a long wait: of weeks and years of repressed desire, of feelings that had waited to come to the surface ever since they’d become friends. Riley realized with a start that they were her own feelings, feelings she was projecting into the kiss desperately. As though he’d been able to read her mind and know how sorry she was for ever considering or even looking at anyone other than him.

He’d always been there for her—first as Russ and now as Riley. There’d been countless nights they’d stayed up talking to each other about their dreams and hopes for the future. She could read Allan better than anyone else on the planet, and he always knew what to say to make her laugh.

She’d been an idiot to look anywhere else for the love and connection she so desperately craved. It had been right next to her for the last few years.

Allan seemed to agree. The hand that had been petting her was now tangled up in her soft brown hair, holding her face close to his so that he could deepen and intensify the kiss. Riley was at the mercy of his desire, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They were both hungry for something that had waited years to come to fruition, and now that it was finally here neither one of them wanted to stop…

Chapter 1

"It’s just not fair," Russ said for probably the millionth time that afternoon.

He looked toward his friend and neighbor Krystal in the armchair across from him for some further sign of pity, but she only sighed and gave the slightest, glassy-eyed nod, shifting her legs from underneath her to stretch out her muscles. She and Allan, Russ’s roommate, had been sitting there for at least an hour as he complained about his most recent break-up, and while so far they’d managed to listen patiently like the good friends they were, he could feel their sympathy drying up with every second that ticked by.

If I was a girl I wouldn’t have this problem, you know, he added, and this time he caught Krystal rolling her eyes in response. It’s true!

Allan heaved a huge sigh on the couch next to him, staring at him intently with his head propped up on one fist.

You said that already, he pointed out.

Russ pursed his lips in a poor imitation of a puppy-dog pout, and Krystal snorted. The sun was just beginning to set, and their front window was ablaze with a pink and orange sky that demanded attention, but Russ wasn’t done complaining yet. His friends might be sick of hearing about it, but he was still all worked up—the situation wasn’t fair, damn it, and he was sick of having to deal with people judging him for something that wasn’t his fault at all.

Girls just couldn’t handle his out-of-control sex drive, no matter how natural a healthy libido might be, and he was downright sick of it.

The armchair Krystal reclined in was positioned directly in front of the window, giving her fiery orange hair a halo-y glow in the evening light of the setting sun. It made her look even more gorgeous than usual, with her beautiful creamy skin and soft brown eyes that glinted with hints of the orange tones from her curls. If she hadn’t been the most die-hard lesbian Russ had ever met, he definitely would have been going after her—he and Allan made joking passes at her half the time anyway, because she was just that hot.

She was also, in addition to being a hardcore lipstick lesbian, the only woman he’d ever known that had a sex drive as high as his was. That was also where some of his attraction was from, if he was honest about it—anyone who could possibly keep up with his ridiculously active libido was automatically in the running for Russ, no matter how gay they said they were.

It had been a problem all his life, ever since puberty hit and he found himself awash with hormones and thoughts about the people the around him in a way he’d never been before. He was one of those kids who’d spent his weekends in his bedroom with his laptop and a bottle of Jergens, right up until he realized he was handsome enough to actually date—and fuck—most of the girls in his class. Then he’d gone through a whole string of bad relationships, one after another. All his memories of high school were about the girls he’d hooked up with, who’d dumped his ass after finding out exactly how often their new boyfriend wanted to fuck. College was no different, and he’d hoped it might change after college, as the people around him started to mature, but he still hadn’t found anyone willing to stick around with someone who wanted sex constantly. He didn’t really blame them. It was entirely within their right to