Exposed: A Gender Transformation Bimbo Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Ashton is having a bad week. But that is little surprise. He is a jerk and can’t keep his negative opinions to himself. He has constant problems with other people, especially women.

But that all changes when Ashton is forced to move to a new house by order of a judge. The pros of the move include a bigger home, but the cons include living in the shadow of a scientific laboratory with scary looking barrels stored in the shared alley between the two buildings. Worse, those barrels are leaking into the groundwater the house draws from for its water supply. Ashton is immediately exposed.

The effects of the exposure are almost immediate. Within a day of moving into the new house, Ashton finds his body changing. He is becoming more feminine. He is becoming a woman. And all the while he tries to adjust as he becomes more and more like the people he once hated.

Will Ashton figure out what has happened before it is too late? Will he become stuck as a she? And how will his mind react under the onslaught of new hormonal urges? Find out in Exposed.

This novella is a gender transformation bimbo story. It is the third book in the Resequenced Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Jul 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005681203

Sadie Thatcher

Sadie Thatcher grew up in a small conservative town (think Footloose). Spending all that time in a sexually repressed place has led Sadie to need to explore her sexuality through prose. Sadie has been a long time writer, but has now become confident enough to share the explorations of her deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. Enjoy.

Book preview

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Ihated having to move. I hated knowing there was some bitch out there who had filed a restraining order against me. It wasn’t like I did anything to her. I just treated her like she clearly wanted to be treated. She dressed like a slut so I treated her like a slut. But I guess I can’t call women like that by the names they deserve. Serves her right. It wasn’t like I wanted to sleep with her anyway.

It’s hard to remain one hundred yards away or whatever the court order specified when I literally lived next door to the woman. We shared a common wall. I tried explaining that to the judge, but he just told me to suck it up and move. I didn’t even do anything wrong and I had to move. I would say it was a dick move by the stupid bitch, but she didn’t have a dick. Or maybe she did. I had no idea. And I didn’t care.

Either way, I had just moved into a new home. On the one hand, my new place was bigger and it was a single family home, so I didn’t have to share a wall with any neighbors. The only problem was the place was in the middle of nowhere. I lived in the shadow of some scary looking building, some sort of scientific laboratory. I didn’t know what they did there, but I was wary of the way they had big 55-gallon drums in the alley between my new house and the building. What were they storing back there? Would any of that stuff cause cancer? I didn’t want to know.

The part that sucked the most was not having anyone to help me move. I didn’t have many friends anymore. They all seemed to be woke idiots and couldn’t handle someone telling it like it is. It’s not my fault that they were wimpy little snowflakes. But it meant I had to hire some random dudes off the street to help me move my shit. Even though I paid them, I was seriously worried they were going to steal my stuff. I mean, they were big guys and could clearly kick the shit out of me if they wanted.

Not that they would have been the first people to kick the crap out of me. Lots of people couldn’t handle the truth when I spoke it. The world was full of assholes and they always seemed intent on ganging up on me. But I lucked out. They didn’t steal anything, although everything of value I had already boxed up. I even mislabeled a few things to keep them from snooping. It worked, although they couldn’t understand why I wanted a box of dishes to go into the room that was going to be my office. That was all my computer stuff I used for work. I worked from home most days, because the people at the office were idiots and couldn’t handle someone like me being around. They were probably afraid all those slutty secretaries would end up going out pregnant because of me fucking them. I could understand that. They didn’t want to lose all the women in the company all at once to maternity leave. Not that I would have fucked them. Some of those chicks were gross.

Once the moving guys were gone, I started unpacking my stuff. They moved my stuff into the house, but I was left to arrange everything. Luckily, that was pretty easy. I usually just slept on a mattress on the floor. No need for a proper bed that way. And my couch had enough holes in it, I would have just left it behind, but I didn’t want to get charged for disposing of it. And it wasn’t completely useless. I still found it comfortable. It just looked like shit.

Ugh, I’m thirsty, I said after I finished setting up my work computer. It was a big desktop machine and even though the house had been cleaned before I moved in, there was still some dust under my desk where I was organizing cables. The dust got into my mouth and immediately dried it out.

I walked into the kitchen and unwrapped a glass. I had not yet unpacked the kitchen and all of my glasses and dishes were wrapped in newspaper to keep them from breaking during the move. Then I turned on the faucet and let the water run. I didn’t know how long it had been since the water had last been used. I needed to make sure I didn’t drink that nasty crud from the pipes.

After a minute or so, the water seemed to probably be safe to drink. It looked fine, although it might have had the smallest of green tints to it. I couldn’t be sure and by now I was too thirsty to care. If this shit was going to kill me, I just hoped it did so quickly. My life sucked enough already.

I drank down that first glass, letting out a satisfied sigh when I was done. But only a moment later my thrust returned. So I drank a second glass. That helped, but it wasn’t until I had drank a third glass of water that I finally