You Are What you Wear: A Magical Transgender Romance

By Lyka Bloom

Tsuki is another poor college kid, but he has an idea. One that will lead him to some first-time crossdressing and gain the attention of an ancestral spirit, who gives Tsuki a little more than he bargains for.

While his body changes to something far more feminine, Tsuki is torn by new feelings for his best friend Travis and his desires to let this transformation continue until Tsuki is Suki for good!

A steamy romance with gender-bending magic at its heart!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Jun 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463967881

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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YOU ARE WHAT YOU WEAR

by Lyka Bloom

YOU ARE WHAT YOU WEAR

First Edition. December 21, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 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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The idea came to him during a conversation with Travis, his best friend. It was afternoon on campus, and the dwindling population suggested attention was turning to the evening. That's when Marshall University came to life.

The party at the Kappa House is supposed to be epic, Travis mused. He was looking up and away at the horizon, the kind of distant look Tsuki associated with political leaders or international playboys. Travis was neither of those, of course, and the look, while apparently noble, was borne of his unspoken acknowledgment that neither of them would be at ending the Kappa party.

What's the cover? Tsuki. He had to tug the strap of his backpack up to keep it from sliding off his slight shoulder.

Twenty, Travis said. They jogged down the steps of the Turner building together, shaking off the remnants of the soporific lecture from their mutual chemistry professor. They were both residents in the boys' dorm just across the quad. Both Freshmen. Both flat broke. Just my luck that my Japanese friend is a guy and not a girl.

Why's that?

If you were a girl you could sell your panties. You know, like they do in those vending machines in your home country.

How many times do I have to tell you I've never been to Japan?

Are you denying the practice of panties in vending machines?

I acknowledge their existence, but take no responsibility, Tsuki laughed. He had to rush his pace to keep up. Travis was long and tall where Tsuki had the more modest height common to his heritage.

I wonder how much they make? Travis mused. A Japanese girlfriend could get me into the Kappa party, he added, and then talk turned from panties and parties to gaming that night. When they had nothing else to do, and that was most nights, they played Fortnite with some others on their floor, and some randos, too.

While Travis disappeared into his room, Tsuki couldn't shake that tickle of an idea. He had to satisfy his curiosity before he let the idea form fully, but that was easy enough. He only had to open up his laptop and check out a few online auction sites. Sure enough, there were whole marketplaces devoted to the very thing Travis brought up.

Used panties, as a quick glance suggested, were big business. All it took was a picture of a girl in panties and a credit card. And the used panties, naturally. You could make thirty to fifty dollars for every pair, and he saw online stores where a seller had thirty or forty items listed, most already sold.

It was a bad idea, but the lure of easy money was too good, and the notion refused to go away. The next morning, it was still there, a worm burrowing into his psyche, something he was unable to root out. While he dressed for class, he thought about how ridiculous it would be to wear underwear made for a woman, how humiliating it would be if he was ever caught, and he dismissed the idea.

By the time he was on his way to class and hoofing it to English Composition, he was back to thinking how he could be banking money right now. So what if the underwear was made for a woman? Tsuki could sweat into some panties with the best of them. Dollar signs drifted off, flitting away with every second he didn't act on his scheme for easy cash. It was as if every moment he was not wearing panties was time he wasn't making money with his new hustle. If, by some miracle of Providence, Tsuki got a date in his Freshman year, he would happily ditch the panties for an evening. But, the date