MILF Simulator

By Gregor Daniels

When Colin and Livy stumble upon airline luggage in the woods, they both assume the same thing: that it belongs to Shasta Air 505, a plane that went missing two days ago. But the clothes inside are magical. They temporarily turn whomever touches them into Natalie Green, a thirty-seven-year-old woman.

With no job, a new house already paid for, and a deep trust fund, Natalie Green had the perfect life. And it might be possible to take control of it without anyone noticing...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Jan 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005035969

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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Contents

Primer

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Copyright © 2021 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This erotic story takes place in the Transdimensions universe.

A Primer for the Transdimensions

Dimensional anomalies first arose in 2010, around when the Large Hadron Collider went into operation. A direct cause-effect has not been proven, but is assumed by many. The number of Dimensional Convergence Zones (DCZs) has increased year after year, suggesting more ruptures of time and space. A federal agency works to keep the existence of these zones in secret. But manpower is little against the might of the universe.

Dimensional Convergence Zone (DCZ): a region of physical space where two or more dimensions overlap. These dimensions may have temporal relation to each other, or complete spatial incongruity. They may be gateways to different worlds. They may be as large as a lake, or as small as a quarter. There is no observed consistency about their purpose, their manner, or their effects. Often, they are made conspicuous through extreme weather events or geological and biological exoticness. Human interaction without protection is not advisable. Side effects are likely.

Cosmic Transposition: a phenomenon of interchangeability between dimensions, often unique to each DCZ, manifesting in the physical dimensions as transformation, memory alteration, or even super-dimensional abilities in organic life-forms. Life-forms and inorganic matter may also absorb and transmit this cosmic transpositional energy (CTE) after prolonged exposure inside a DCZ, effectively turning them into mobile DCZs themselves. More information is still being gathered.

Cosmicite: a mineral of unknown origin that is found in DCZs. Highly radioactive, cosmicite is thought to contain high quantities of CTE. Physical contact may result in significant changes to organic life-forms. The mineral is described as having an oily dark appearance. Cosmicite has also shown compatibility with man-made machinery, and there is evidence suggesting a programmable feature of the mineral. Little else is known.

1

Whoa, stop! Livy hollered.

Colin swerved through the dust cloud; he yanked the brake lever and slid to a stop just short of careening into a pile of sharp rocks. He looked back at Livy with his hands in the air. Any slower reaction time, and he would’ve been thrown and mangled.

You can’t stop in the middle of the trail like that, he said, knocking his kickstand out and climbing off. Livy did the same. I was almost shredded.

Do you see that? she asked. She didn’t seem too concerned about the narrowly averted trip to the hospital; she was staring off into the woods. I think it’s luggage.

What are you talking about?

She pointed. Get where I’m at. It’s right over there.

Colin went up the little incline to where she’d made herself into a roadblock. At the end of her index finger, about fifty feet into the woods, was, indeed, a pink bag that resembled airline luggage. It was propped up against a tree with its zipper open, clothes strewn around it.

So what? he asked. Probably belongs to someone who lives out in the woods.

"That?"

Yeah. My dad’s friend went to live off the grid upstate. He said more and more people are doing it these days.

That’s clearly an expensive bag, Livy argued. No one would just leave that behind.

But what would—

"It could be part of the wreck. The plane blew up, didn’t it?"

She was talking about Shasta Air 505. Two days ago, it had vanished off the radar about five miles outside Lincoln City. While there’d been no wreckage