Swap Tales: DSL

By Gregor Daniels

It started as a joke. While attending a hugely gay fraternity party—the most popular on campus—Alfredo used Swap Mate to give himself thick, luscious lips and a girly voice. He quickly finds out how much it enhances the experience.

Days later, he can't stop thinking about that night and the pleasures of his altered mouth.

What begins is a journey of discovery and self-anointed objectification in order to live out his oral dreams. With the power of Swap Mate, almost anything is possible. And in front of his best friend, Dylan, Alfredo devotes himself toward being all he can be. Not as a college student. Or even a human. But as a shameless plaything.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Apr 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005359539

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 © 2022 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are adults at least eighteen years old.

1

As usual, the parking jobs made the street look like the scene of a massive car accident, perhaps the result of icy roads or a blinding snowstorm—had it not been the middle of April with two weeks and counting of short-sleeve weather. Music could be heard two blocks away. And on the pavement itself had been chalked, like a warning: YOU ARE NOW ENTERING THE GAY ZONE. There was also a sign welcoming me to BANGKOK, USA, and a rainbow-colored Batman floodlight shining on the clouds above.

Yep, it was another Saturday night party at the Gamma Alpha Upsilon fraternity. Rowdy, slightly offensive, and probably with too much beer.

The theme, as indicated by the Bangkok sign, was purely gender-bender.

Out front, it was Drag Queen City. Nearly every guy I saw had dressed up like a red light district hooker, flaunting pumps, fishnets, skintight dresses, and fabulous hairdos. Likewise, they were all proudly showing off their bulges.

The rules for the party said your package had to be visible.

And me? I complied with the dress code just fine—though I had opted to go on a more cosplay route compared to most of my cross-dressing counterparts. I wore a two-piece latex nurse outfit that bared all of my midriff, with a skirt so short that my balls would’ve probably been hanging visible had I not been wearing a tight red thong underneath, the waistband of which riding as high as it could on my hips without giving me an insane wedgie. My junk made an unmissable bulge in the front. My legs were encased in white hose, my feet in white heels. And blue pills in a clear bag—labeled VIAGRA—was wrapped around my tummy in the fanny pack position.

It obviously wasn’t Viagra; the pills were blue Smarties.

I’d bought a few Halloween-sized bags and separated out all the blue candy just to have enough. And I’d eaten enough beforehand to be riding high on a sugar rush right now.

God, this is so gay, I thought as I strutted up the lawn, where half a dozen frat boys were fooling around in a game of either lingerie football or wrestling. I couldn’t tell if their pigskin was instrumental to their fun or just an excuse for one guy to tackle someone else, and assume a mounted position as if they were going to have hot, gay sex right there in the grass.

One of them noticed me. He had huge tits pushing the F-cup range. Hey, nurse! he hollered, following with a whistle as my swinging booty caught his attention.

Howdy, boys! I purred.

My voice stunned him for a second. Then he asked, You want in?

Not right now. I need a few beers before I even think about getting dirty. Wink.

It was my third party at the Gamma Alpha Upsilon house, and still it amazed me how enthusiastically and flamboyantly gay everyone was. Not before college had I experienced this—and not before the invention of the Swap Mate app either. Nowadays, dudes could swap their sexual orientation on a whim, and head out on a Saturday night and suck someone’s dick and drink a hot load of cum without regretting it. I had a feeling maybe only half these guys were truly, born-from-birth gay. But it was all right! Honorary gay guys were always welcome. I mean, it was college, right?