Magic Mix-up

By Gregor Daniels

It's just another average weeknight for Terry—until a trio of female visitors break into his dorm room after midnight. They gag him, put a pillowcase over his head, and accuse him of infidelity. But that can't be. Terry doesn't even have a girlfriend. And he's a virgin. Yet he's powerless as the three girls chant in a strange language, and an unpleasant warmth envelops his groin...

Afterward, the pillowcase is removed. Reese—the vengeful girlfriend—sees her mistake. But the damage is already done.

Unfortunately, it's going to be a while until Terry can get back what Reese now owns. It wouldn't be so terrible, if not for the urges. Urges that multiply with abstinence. It turns out that Reese didn't only intend for her boyfriend to lose his pride; she wanted him back in her arms. But because of the botched dorm invasion, it's poor Terry who has the uncontrollable needs...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Nov 19, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005754044

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

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Epilogue

Copyright © 2021 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

Terry lied awake in bed after hearing a bump in the night. He’d been a light sleeper ever since childhood, rousing from a dream every time the heater kicked on, which made his winter school days a drowsy endurance. Now, at the bright, mature age of nineteen—and a full-time college student at Chilton University—the disorder was no better.

It was probably his roommate, Evan, arriving home. He worked the retail late shift, often not getting back until midnight or later.

Terry grabbed his phone off the nightstand and checked the time.

A quarter past midnight. Had to be Evan.

Terry snuggled back into the covers, trying to ignore the other bumps and thuds and sometimes-audible voices in the distance. That was the worst part of living in community housing: the constant noises, at all hours of day and night.

Somebody, somewhere, was always up doing something.

He tried to recall Mr. Burnett’s monotonous voice in Statistics. For at least half the students in that class, it was a good lullaby.

The droning, repetitious words. They were nearly a melody.

Zzz…

Then something, very close to him, bumped more than an after-midnight bump should.

Terry opened his mouth to shriek when the bedsheets were whipped off his body in stunning force. The moment his mouth opened, a cloth was shoved inside. His cries for help were instantly muffled, and the full volume of his throat was reduced to a whimpering noise that wouldn’t reach anyone else.

Something else—a bag, or a pillowcase—was thrown over his head. He squirmed and wriggled as he counted three sets of hands propping him up in bed. One of them duct-taped his wrists behind his back. Another steadied his shoulders.

What the hell do they want? he wondered, absolutely sure that he was a victim of a late-night robbery while the intruders subdued him and shut him up.

Or maybe it was a fraternity hazing? A prank?

He didn’t even know if Chilton University had fraternity houses that did such things. He avoided that lifestyle completely. Those kinds of college students were just animals—

Hey, a voice said. Then fingers snapped.

"Mmpph?" Terry replied, biting his teeth harder into whatever was gagging him. The material was very porous, and it reminded him of lace.

More surprisingly, the voice was female.

It calmed his racing heart, but only slightly.

"You pathetic piece of scum, the same voice accused. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about that other pussy you couldn’t keep your dick out of? Amber, right? I guess she totally stole your heart by shaking her pompoms. Figures. My boyfriend, the football player, just had to sleep with a cheerleader."

Mm? Terry said.

Another girl: Don’t try talking. It’s over, Greg. We know.

Greg? Who the hell is Greg?

Terry began to feel like he was a victim of mistaken identity. Only he couldn’t explain this while being gagged. And he was blinded by whatever was over his head, hiding their faces from his—but also hiding his