Annie Morphs: A Scifi Morphing Gender Transformation Romance

By Alyson Belle

Save the planet, or save yourself? When you can become anyone you want, the answer isn't as clear as you might expect...
On a cold night in an abandoned construction site, a dying alien grants five brave children the power to morph into any animal or person they can touch so that they can fight back against a secret invasion of evil, mind-controlling slugs called the "Yucks." Arnold knows this because he was there, hiding behind a half-built wall, and saw everything. He even accidentally got the same powers the children did!
But when Arnold realizes it's not a joke, and that he really can transform into any being he touches, he decides he wants no part of a terrifying battle against alien invaders. Instead he grabs the form of a hot stripper and sets off to make a new life for himself in Las Vegas as a body-morphing con artist who uses the bodies of sexy young women to steal from every casino in town.
His plan works perfectly right up until the night when he stays morphed for a little too long and accidentally gets stuck in one of his gorgeous, borrowed bodies. Now, robbed of his powers and with no choice but to learn to live his life as "Annie," he doesn't know where to turn for help. Even worse, the horrible alien Yucks may have finally caught up with him...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Mar 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005170790

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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ANNIE MORPHS

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Alyson Belle

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Chapter 1

Arnold could say with absolute certainty that this wasn’t his night.

He was having one of those days. It felt more like a week at this point. He wasn’t sure there was such a thing as a bad week, but how else could he explain the series of bad days he’d been having? In succession, he might add.

It started with problems at his job. Being a bagger at a grocery store wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. When he was a kid, he’d spot construction workers in the rearview mirror of his parents’ car, and he’d think to himself that it was the perfect job.

All he had to do was wear a white A-tee, low-rise jeans, and break stuff—at least that’s what it looked like to Arnold at the time. To a young kid, with a relatively mundane life, it seemed like the perfect setup. He could envision himself coasting by with flexible work hours, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a lunch box filled with his favorite food.

Of course, he’d gotten older and realized that it wasn’t as glamorous as all that, but considering how academics weren’t his thing, it became a distant dream. Some would say, he was forced into this life of servitude. However, he’d had other choices, but he had chosen the path that required the least amount of up-front work. It was just who he was.

It seemed like a natural fit.

Or, as close as he was going to get. Arnold didn’t consider himself a picky man. He’d take whatever scraps life gave him and complain anyway.

So, he’d gotten a job at the grocery store and freelanced as a construction worker to see if he could make the transition.

When his boss at a job site told him to stick around and finish some paperwork for his freelancer gig, he’d considered breezing through it, until he realized that it was a lot more complicated than he’d anticipated. Only halfway through, sitting in the temporary work trailer, his head lolled forward, and he drifted off.

He dreamed for hours, his slumbering visions full of lives that might have been—opportunities that might have been different. It was late at night when a strange sound finally shook him awake. He glanced around suspiciously as he discreetly wiped drool from the edge of his mouth, dreams fading in the light of the discomforting reality of the realization that he’d stayed too late at the work site. Maybe this was why he never got anywhere! Too lazy, always wanting things the easy way, and napping or giving up when the going got hard. His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he let out a loud yawn and scratched his head.

He cleared his throat as he stood up and stretched, desperate to work the kinks out of his muscles from the hours he’d spent curled in the cramped chair. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of his jeans and cracked his neck. He patted his pockets and took out a cigarette. Once he lit up, he wondered what had actually awoken him.

He could’ve sworn he’d heard a loud, piercing noise like an alien spacecraft makes in movies as it touches down on Earth for a crash landing. But that was crazy. The product of one too many B-roll scifi flicks, right?

It had to be his mind playing tricks on him. He’d been having vivid dreams, he remembered. Maybe it was something that had come out of those? He leaned across the desk and squinted through the window at the pitch black construction site, annoyed that he was so disposable that his boss had apparently forgotten about him. Then he stepped outside and breathed deeply in the night air, taking long drags from his cigarette in between. Aside from the occasional cricket, it was dead quiet. His eyes could barely make out the shapes in front of him, despite the tall lamps that cast a wan light over the site.

He shrugged and ran his hands through his hair. It was time to call it a night. He needed to head home and get some real shut-eye, out of the chair, so that he could come back and take another crack at this freelancer thing… it wasn’t much of a dream, but it was all he had now. But tonight, a distraction caught his attention: a flickering blue light in the corner of his eye, where no light ought to be. His brows furrowed together as he turned toward it, trying to determine what it was.

Damn kids, he thought, wondering what new-fangled technological toy they were playing with tonight that would throw off light like that.

Why couldn’t they just stay well away from construction sites? Kids were drawn to them like flies to honey for some reason. They never learned, no matter how many times they drove them off, and Arnold hated being the one to have to yell at them. He also knew that he had no choice because his boss would give him an earful if they found empty beer cans and cigarette stubs on the ground. He’d get rid of them alright, but he might bum a cigarette and a drink off them first.

It seemed like a fair deal for keeping his mouth shut and not calling the cops. He hoisted his pants up higher, puffed his chest out, and slipped on his jacket. He slid the keys into the lock and made sure everything was properly closed as he cupped his hand around his mouth and lit-up cigarette.

He took a long drag, inhaled deeply, and released it a minute later. His feet began to crunch against the gravel as he walked forward. Then, he caught sight of what looked like a UFO. He ducked behind a loader and peered over the top of it, not quite believing what he was seeing.

Was he still dreaming?

He had to be. It was one hell of a vivid dream, though.

A thin veil of smoke permeated the air all around him, and Arnold covered his mouth with his sleeve as he watched a big blue creature slither forward out of the strange craft that now stood in the middle of the site. The beast had tentacles instead of arms and a head shaped like a watermelon. From his vantage point, Arnold could see beady yellow eyes that glinted underneath the moonlight.

Arnold blinked in surprise and took note of the fact that there were also five kids standing off to the side, staring up at the alien creature as if it were some kind of god. He opened his mouth to warn them, but something about the whole scene caused a shiver of fear to race up his spine.

Whatever was happening here, it was different from the usual nighttime shenanigans, and every fiber of his being screamed that he needed to keep his mouth shut, dream or no. This didn’t concern him. The alien fixed his beady yellow eyes on the kids, and Arnold nearly fell backward as he heard a voice suddenly spring out in his head, as though someone were whispering right into his ear.

the alien said, though his mouth—or any other orifice—never moved.

Arnold narrowed his eyes as he felt the pinpricks of fear race through him. How was any of this happening? If it was a dream, it was the most vivid dream he’d ever had. He swallowed thickly and tasted bile in the back of his throat. He didn’t like what was happening at all, and every instinct was telling him to turn tail and run.

Get the hell out of here! he urged himself. Whether this is real or not, you don’t belong here…

Nevertheless, he found that he was curious. This was the most fascinating thing that had ever happened to Arnold. Rather than turning tail and running, he crouched low, as low to the ground as he could get, and waited to see what would happen next. He’d run if anything directly threatened him—for now, curiosity was beating out caution, now matter how scared he might be. Arnold may not have been the smartest man in the world, but he’d always relied on his gut instincts and street smarts, and they’d gotten him this far. That was good enough for him. If he needed to flee, he’d do it when the time was right, or wait until he was actually threatened.

The kids seemed to be in a trance, as well—not the hypnosis kind, but just the type where they were fascinated by what they were hearing, as though they weren’t able to drag their gaze away from such an amazing spectacle as the blue-skinned