Star Swapped

By Lyka Bloom

Taylor is having a bad day...

First, he gets fired. Next, he finds himself scooped up by an alien spacecraft, and his brain plugged into the voluptuous body of an alien sex bomb.

To get out of this, Taylor will have to ignore the needs of his new body, take control of the ship, and fight off some pirates for good measure.

A sexy, gender-bending sci-fi adventure from Lyka Bloom!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: May 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463566251

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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STAR SWAPPED

by Lyka Bloom

STAR SWAPPED:

A GENDER SWAP SCIENCE FICTION ADVENTURE

First Edition. May 2, 2020 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2019 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

This is a work of fiction. All names, places, likenesses, events, and incidents are fictional, and are in no way intended to describe actual events.

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Chapter One

Of Lords and Lunch Breaks

And there I was, wearing the green skin and voluptuous body of the Talassian, wearing clothes that barely covered my lustful body, designed for pleasure. Worse, I had a guy who looked like a devil beside me watching four-armed aliens loot a pleasure cruiser. I didn't know where in the universe I was, but I knew enough that it was a far cry from home.

I should probably back up a second and tell you how I got here. Or maybe all you care about is how I was about to spill out of this stupid top thanks to my new boobs. Yeah, yeah, we'll get to that. Perv.

Before any of that, I was like you. Assuming 'you' are a scrawny guy with more brains than brawn and the bad luck of living in Waverly. It was a college town, with a strip of bars and clubs and restaurants near the campus and a quaint little town square, now being quickly converted from a collection of lawyers' offices and parking garages into a plethora of herbal tea stores and vinyl record shops. All the earmarks of a hipster invasion.

Good old Earth. Plain, boring, run of the mill town in a plain, boring state in a plain, boring country. Most of the time, anyways. Waverly had done a good job attracting tech companies, using the local college as a training and hiring ground for the data centers the elders of Waverly hoped to court. I was one of those nerdy types, the kind who are snatched up right out of college to ride a desk and spend their days keying in code for some mobile app or some damn thing. I happened to be pretty good at net code, which made me valuable to Suntron, a game company. My job was to make sure you connected to an opponent when you wanted to do some multiplayer murdering, and didn't want lag or dropped connections.

It wasn't a great job. The cubicles were crammed into the main floor of Suntron like some sadist had played a large-scale game of Jenga in there. The loud clacking of mechanical keyboards and the low hum of fifty people all playing their favorite music at a quiet volume blended in a recipe for lunacy. We weren't supposed to wear headphones, some handed-down rule from corporate that was supposed to help us focus, but I kept a pair of ear buds in, regardless. I wasn't listening to music or podcasts or anything, I was just trying to block some of the cacophony around me.

I spent some time compiling code, scanning it for signs of trouble. All the testing had been going really well. I was ahead enough on my assigned duties, so I snuck out for an early lunch. While Waverly lacked good choices for unique dining experiences, the one thing