Gender Bender Maid Cafe

By Jess Thick

Anya works hard in these three hot shorts, servicing the men of Michael's Maid Cafe, training new maids, and finding true love - and more - in a dominating yakuza.

Includes:
BDSM - Daddy Dom
Multiple Partners
MtF Transformation
Full Service Cafe
Exhibitionism
Sex Toys
And more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: Mar 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005391980

Jess Thick

Jess adores the steamy side of romance, exploring the quick scenes that leave your heart fluttering as strong, fertile heroines find their Happily Ever Afters!

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Gender Bender

Maid Cafe

A Taboo Gender Bender Exhibitionist Erotic Story

Jess Thick

Gender Bender Maid Café by Jess Thick

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

Gender Bender Maid Café

Copyright © 2019 Jess Thick

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Part One

The hours stretched long, separating into everything else and then my job. Everything - bad. My job - perfection. In class, my leg jiggled beneath the desk. My cock - flaccid and useless - twitched beneath the desk, a mockery as I counted the hours until I could take a pill and make it disappear because I worked at a maid cafe. But not just any particular one. A maid cafe where every single maid was born male.

Michael, the owner, dealt in forbidden transitional medication, and with the maid cafe as the front, he helped so many people - all his employees included. For eight hours - for the entire shift, I could live in the body I desired. And find pleasure in it too. Our cafe was full service. As gender bent males were almost impossible to get pregnant, we were an ideal service worker, and unlike some who dreaded the possibility while toying with the pills, each maid dreamed of the day we would have our wombs filled and become irreversibly female. Well, almost irreversible. It wasn’t like anyone at the cafe would take medication to go the opposite direction again even temporarily. 

When the clock ticked the hour, I raced from the lecture hall and across campus to catch two busses to the cafe. Pastels colored it - our uniforms all the latest Lolita fashion from Tokyo. Besides my Japanese Club, this was the only time I could revel in something I loved without being mocked, but even better than that - here, I could be a woman.

Afternoon, Anya, Michael greeted, handing me a pill.

I swallowed it before heading into the dressing room. As I walked, I could feel my cock shrink as my balls sunk into my body to make way for my fresh cunt. Each time, I was like a virgin. Tight. It was why the first customer who had me of each day paid so much. As I stripped, my muscles softened. My chin narrowed as my hair grew, falling in soft locks around my breasts which swelled, perking up as my nipples darkened.

We don’t have any Virginity Requests today, Marie Lynn informed me. A clipboard in one hand and her other resting on the swell of her pregnant belly. No one else in the cafe had gotten pregnant - not in the three years I had worked there - except for Marie Lynn, but she was married to Michael now - having dated him when she first conceived, so there was undoubtedly something else - perhaps just time as a woman - which gave her the edge, "But there’s a cunnilingus and fingering at Table 2. Are you still sure you don’t want to lactate? I know