Swap Tales: Operation Snatch

By Gregor Daniels

To complete his fraternity orientation, Hank has been given one final task involving the Gamma Tau Sigma sorority house. What's more challenging than stealing panties? Doing it while you're a foot tall! But after getting caught in the act, Hank will have to face the consequences, and Abella—the owner of said underwear—isn't about to let her new toy off scot-free.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Apr 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463927328

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Copyright © 2020 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

CAUTION: Swap Tales contains perverted, gender-bending scenarios. Experiences herein do not represent the beliefs, opinions, or motives of the Witchsoft Corporation.

Your target: Gamma Tau Sigma, Max instructed. Bring back one pair of panties from Abella Coleman. Only thongs will be considered.

Hank peered above the hedgerow, observing the three-story building and the long, open backyard. Thus far Operation Snatch hadn’t fazed him; he’d been forced to dress up as a maid and spend a whole afternoon doing laundry for his future fraternity brothers, masturbate to an hour-long video of gay sex and present proof of climax, and attend classes with a vibrator in his rectum—which Max here would activate randomly. Some dudes might find all that shit extreme, but Hank was willing to do just about anything, even at the expense of his male dignity.

But this? There were pranks; and then there was breaking and entering, stealing, and possibly going to jail if he was caught stepping foot inside a sorority with panties in his possession. This was way more serious!

Max, man…

Quitters face the spitters, Max reiterated, clamping a hand on Hank’s shoulder. "Two in the morning, bare-ass naked, twenty guys spitting on you for how much of a loser you are. Hey, you’ve done good so far, but maybe you do want that."

No—

Then quit whining and go get me some panties, Initiate. He pointed toward the building. See that trellis? You can use that to get to the roof, then up those shingles. That third-story window that’s cracked open? That’s her room. You got it fucking easy.

Hank did see the path. He also didn’t see anyone else around. With it being noon on Wednesday, everyone who could potentially catch a panty thief was either at class or out at lunch. It could have been much worse, he knew. It could have been night, or freezing cold, or he had to be naked or something.

Okay, he sighed, putting his arms over the hedgerow and preparing to climb over.

Max pulled him back. Whoa, did I say go? Remember how I said you got it fucking easy? Take off your clothes.

Oh, yep, I should have known, Hank thought.

Glancing around again, he stripped down to his birthday suit. Max took the clothes. Hank readied himself for the final, daunting task of Operation Snatch again, took several deep breaths, but was once again held back.

Your enthusiasm means a lot, Max said. But we ain’t done yet, Initiate. From his backpack he pulled out an action figure—more specifically, what looked to be an old G.I. Joe doll. It was scuffed and battered, and looked every bit as old as Hank presumed it to be, with half the hair torn out and the legs flattened as if they’d been run over. Max held it out. May I present the extra challenge.

W-what’s with that? Hank asked.

Max smiled. You know Swap Mate?

Yeah, of course.

"Well, stealing panties is too easy. Being naked is easy. But what if you have to do it while you’re a foot tall?"

Hank gulped, staring at the old toy. You serious?

I am fucking serious, and don’t ever question me again.

Again, Hank reminded himself, It could always be worse, it could always be worse. That had become his de facto mantra over the past few weeks. It could be worse than stealing panties; it could be worse than being naked; it could be worse than shrinking down to the size of an action figure. Though his mind was running out of ways that it could actually be worse.

On the upside,