From Bros to Hoes

By Marci Wilcox

Troy and Carson are sports loving, beer drinking, girl chasing bros. They're also brilliant scientists at a pharmaceutical company. They invent a formula that changes gender and try it on themselves first. They become beautiful sexy women who love sports, drink beer, and chase boys. They go from bros to hoes in this gender swap romance with a happily ever after ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marci Wilcox
• Release date: Mar 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781732270886

Marci Wilcox

Marci enjoys telling stories. She hopes you enjoy her stories as much as she enjoyed writing them.

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ISBN: 978-1-7322708-8-6

Copyright 2022 by M. Dubrow.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictionally and are not construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

OTHER BOOKS BY MARCI WILCOX:

Diary of a Black Cock Hungry White Slut

Diary of a Black Cock Hungry White Sissy: The Complete Story

Super Submissive

Feminized by My Daughter's Boyfriend

The Girl in the Lumpy Sweater

The Bra Man Cometh

Red Fox, GA

Pee Pee For President

Turned Into An Interracial Slut By A Voodoo Priestess

Spikes

Transformed Into Doctor Bimbo

Doctor Bimbo Returns

Ben Going Through Them Changes

Super Slut

Feed the Baby: A Monster Erotika Short Story

Gender Swap Gambler

Gender Swap Honeymoon

Brave New Bimbo: Save the Bimbo Book 1

Gone With the Bimbo: Save the Bimbo Book 2

Bimbo Island (Save the Bimbo Book 3)

A Taste of His Own Medicine (Gender Swap Punishment)

GENE2JEAN

Suburban Sins

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FROM BROS TO HOES

By

Marci Wilcox

Chapter One

Tawny entered the living room wearing a cream sweater, black mini dress, and brown boots. Carson was on the couch watching a basketball game on a wide screen TV. He wore the same T-shirt and gym shorts he’d been wearing all day.

What’s the score? Tawny asked.

31 to 24, Carson said. The Pacers are ahead but the Bulls are coming back.

Tawny held her arms out.

How do I look?

Carson tore his attention away from the game, looked Tawny over, and grinned.

You look amazing.

You sure I’m not overdressed? Tawny asked. I’m trying to appear as if this is not my first girls’ night out even though it is my first girls’ night out.

According to our internet research, this is an appropriate outfit for tonight’s social event.

I know, but I’m still worried, Tawny said as she smoothed the skirt with her hands.

If you don’t feel up to it, you can always cancel. I’m sure Ashley would understand.

Tawny touched her clip-on earrings, necklace, and bracelet, making sure she hadn’t forgotten any accessories.

No. I’m determined to do this. I want to see if I can fit in. How’s my make-up?

Carson left the couch and sauntered over to Tawny. His T-shirt was tight and showed off his muscular body. He was half a foot taller than Tawny, so she had to look up at him.

You’re really getting the hang of it, Carson said.

Really? Tawny asked.

Absolutely.

She smiled.

Thank you.

Remember in the beginning? You piled it on and looked like a slut.

Tawny rolled her eyes.

I know. I’m embarrassed thinking about it. Look, not only have I figured out how to properly apply make-up, I’ve managed to avoid visible panty lines.

She spun around so that Carson could see her butt. The fabric clung to her heart-shaped ass.

Damn, Carson said. You ass looks amazing.

Tawny giggled.

You always say that.

You smell good too.

Tawny glanced over her shoulder at Carson.

I think I have finally figured out which perfume to wear and how much to put on.

Carson scowled.

Wait a minute. What kind of panties are you wearing?

Tawny turned to face Carson.

Seamless. They’re really comfortable.

Carson put his hands on his hips.

Where did you get them?

Tawny crossed her arms under her breasts.

The underwear drawer.

Whose underwear drawer?

Does it matter?

Carson reached for her skirt. Tawny pushed his hand away.

What the hell are you doing? she asked.

I’m checking to see if you’re wearing my underwear.

He reached for her again. She slapped his hand.

Stop it, Carson. I don’t have time for this.

He moved toward her. She retreated until her back was against the wall. He didn’t touch her only loomed over her. Tawny should have been angry, but she knew Carson was just teasing. She had come to depend on him being the more adventurous of the two of them, always ready to push boundaries and explore possibilities as long as neither one of them got hurt. Instead, she was embarrassed that Carson had caused a heat to rise within her so quickly.

Carson pulled her skirt up, revealing Tawny’s black silk panties.

Enjoying yourself? Tawny asked.

Carson shook his head.

Just as I suspected. Those are my panties. Take them off.

He smelled clean and musky at the same time. Tawny placed her hands on his chest.

I told you, Tawny said. I don’t have time. Ashley and the girls are expecting me.

I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your make-up, Carson said.

I want to blow you, but I also don’t want to mess up my make-up.

Carson wrapped his arms around Tawny and hugged her. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. Part of Tawny really wanted to tear Carson’s clothes off and fuck his brains out.

You sure you don’t have time for quickie? Carson asked.

I took too long to get ready. I was trying so hard to get everything right.

Carson let go of her and stepped back. Tawny could see his erection straining the fabric of his shorts. She hated letting it go to waste.

You’re right, Carson said. I also want this evening to go well. Text me whenever you get a chance. I want details.

Sorry about your blue balls, Tawny said.

S’okay. I’ll jerk off once you’re gone.

Carson went back to the couch. He adjusted the bulge in his shorts. Tawny grabbed her purse and walked toward the door. She felt frustrated too. She had blue vulva, the female version of blue balls. Her pussy had become engorged, and she craved sexual release. Tawny hung her purse on the doorknob. She went and stood between Carson and the television. He looked confused.

Tawny hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties down her legs, over her boots, and stepped out of them. Carson’s eyes widened.

I was kidding about the panties, Carson said. I know they’re yours.

Grab a condom and meet me in the bathroom, Tawny said.

Carson leapt to his feet and rushed into the bedroom. Seconds later, he entered the bathroom holding a condom. Tawny leaned against the bathroom counter, a wicked smile on her face. She had taken off her skirt, her bottom half bare.

Why the bathroom? Carson asked.

I can clean up afterwards, Tawny said. And I can watch you fuck me from behind.

Carson grinned.

I like it. Efficient and sexy.

We have to be quick. I don’t want to be too late.

But you can afford to be a little late.

Tawny held out her hand.

Here. Give me the condom. And then take off your shorts.

As Tawny ripped open the condom package, Carson yanked his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, stepped out of them, and tossed them aside. Tawny racked her nails along the underside of his erection. Carson shivered. Tawny took a moment to admire his nine-inch cock before rolling the condom over it.

She turned her back to Carson and rested her forearms on the bathroom counter. He positioned himself behind her and took a moment to admire her firm ass. He slipped his hand between her cheeks and cupped her vulva. Tawny moaned softly. His fingers massaged her pussy lips before he dipped a finger inside her. Tawny moaned again.

Damn, you’re slippery wet, Carson said.

Tawny grabbed a bottle of lube from the counter and held it behind her back.

I might not be wet enough.

Carson squirted lube on his hand and then slid his sticky fingers into Tawny’s pussy. He worked his hand deep inside her. Little waves of pleasure rippled through Tawny’s body. Carson found her clitoris and gently rubbed it.

You’ve gotten really good at finding my clit, Tawny cooed.

Practice, practice, practice, Carson said.

He would have kept rubbing until she came, but this was a quickie. He held the head of his cock against her pussy lips. And then, he eased his cock into her. Her pussy resisted for a moment before stretching open. He kept pushing inside her until his cock was completely buried in her pussy. Even though they had been screwing for months now, Tawny loved feeling his cock as it entered her.

Don’t hold back, Tawny said. Give it to me hard and fast.

Carson didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips and humped her. Her perfect ass quivered every time his pelvis smacked against her. Tawny gripped the edge of the counter. Looking in the mirror, Carson gazed at Tawny. Her cheeks were flush, and her mouth was slightly open. Her pleading eyes met his. She gritted her teeth as her pussy gripped his cock tightly. As she came, her pussy got incredibly warm and smooth. He slid and out of her easily.

Damn! Tawny said. You always make me come so quickly.

She had felt that one from her nipples to her toes. It wasn’t a huge orgasm. What she and Carson liked to call a starter orgasm. Normally, they would keep fucking until she had bigger and bigger orgasms and she could barely remember her name. There wasn’t time for that now. This little one would tide her over until later tonight.

Seeing Tawny cum drove Carson to quicken his pace. Tawny pushed back, her pussy hungrily swallowing his cock. The slap slap slap of their skin echoed off the tile bathroom walls. The wet shower smell along with the various scents from shampoos, deodorant, and hair gel were overpowered by the couple’s combined sex hormones.

Carson could feel the pressure building in his balls. He dug his fingers into Tawny’s ass and pulled the cheeks wide so that he could get even deeper inside her. His body tensed as he came.

Fuck! Carson shouted. I’m coming!

I love you, Tawny said.

After Carson was done coming, he held onto the condom as he pulled out. He tied it off and tossed it into the trash bin. Now that he could think more clearly, he wondered if she had really said that she loved him. As close as they’d been these past months, neither had dared mention that four letter word. The blood had been rushing in his ears so he couldn’t hear clearly. Maybe she had said something else, and he misheard her.

But what if she had said it? Did he want to say it back? He had a lot to think about while she was out with her friends.

Tawny faced him and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. When she released him, he looked in the mirror and saw her lipstick was smeared and he had some of it on his face.

I thought you didn’t want to mess up your make-up, Carson said.

After all that physical exertion, I need to freshen up anyway, Tawny said.

Carson wiped the lipstick his face off with the back of his hand.

I’ll let you have the bathroom to yourself so you can get ready.

Carson left. Tawny ran warm water over a washcloth. She looked at her reflection as she wiped her pussy. She could still feel little aftershocks from her orgasm.

Tawny hadn’t meant to say I love you. She’d blurted it out in a moment of passion. Carson hadn’t reacted so maybe he hadn’t heard her. Things had been going so well between them. She worried she’d ruined everything.

I don’t have time to think about it now, she said to her reflection. I’ll worry about it later.

Chapter Two

Tawny looked around the dark bar but couldn’t find any of the other women. What if she got the wrong bar? What if this was the right bar but they decided to move onto another one? Should she call Ashley?

Maybe she shouldn’t have come tonight. The only thing she had in common with the other women was the pharma company, Stallard Pharmaceuticals. They either worked there or were connected to someone who did. Tawny’s connection was Carson who was one of Stallard’s top research scientists.

Tawny! Over here.

Tawny followed the voice and spotted Ashley waving at her. She was sitting at a booth with Debbie. Ashley was a Stallard research scientist and Debbie was married to Finn, another research scientist. Flooded with relief, Tawny hurried over and slid into the booth next to Ashley.

Sorry I’m late, Tawny said.

Don’t worry, Ashley said. You got here before Gayle. She’s always late.

A waiter came by the table and spoke directly to Tawny.

Can I get you something? he asked.

Tawny saw that Ashley and Debbie had drinks in front of them.

What are you guys drinking? Tawny asked.

I have a Mojito, Ashley said, and Debbie has a Sazerac.

Tawny turned to the waiter.

How are your martinis?

The best, the waiter said.

Of course, they are. I’ll have a Vodka martini with lemon twist.

Good choice. Does anybody need a refill?

I’ll have another Mojito, Ashley said.

I’m good for now, Debbie said.

The waiter left. Tawny hoped she didn’t smell like she’d had sex less than an hour ago. She looked around. She’d never been here before. It was an upscale tavern with brick walls, overhead beams, and low lighting. The clientele was upscale too, well-dressed men and women between late twenties and early forties.

Ashley put her hand on Tawny’s arm.

I love your outfit.

Thank you, Tawny said. I wasn’t sure what to wear.

You’ve never been on a girls’ night out before?

Tawny froze. Why did she have to admit that this was her first time?

Well, not since college. Back then, we couldn’t afford to dress up.

Tell me about it, Debbie said. I worked my way through college. I got my entire wardrobe at thrift stores back then.

Tawny had barely gotten out of that one without arousing suspicion. She’d have to be more careful.

She checked out what the other women were wearing. Ashley had on a salmon baby doll tank top and white jeans. Debbie wore a floral dress. They both looked fabulous and smelled great. Ashley was a tall brunette gym rat who looked in everything including a plain white lab coat. Debbie was a BBW, big beautiful woman, with big breasts, wide hips, big legs, and a big laugh.

Tawny’s drink arrived just as Gayle arrived. Ashley jumped up and hugged her. Gayle was a regulatory specialist. A petite blonde, she wore a red camisole and skinny