The Halloween Swap

By Lyka Bloom

Carrie and Mona have been friends since college. Where Carrie is married and leads a conventional life, her friend Mona is more adventurous. When Carrie lets it slip that she's fantasizing about women, Mona offers a solution - turn Carrie's husband into her sissy wife.

With help from Mona, Carrie leads Will into a world of dresses, makeup, and submission, leading to a Halloween party where Carrie's manipulations are on display for all at Mona's apartment.

Featuring a slow transformation from man to sissy, The Halloween Trap will arouse and entertain!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Apr 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005945558

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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THE HALLOWEEN SWAP

by Lyka Bloom

THE HALLOWEEN SWAP

First Edition. April 21, 2022 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2022 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.

For more, visit www.LykaBloom.com.

There was as much art as science to the clitoris. Carrie's left leg was lifted, her fingers strumming her lips like a silken guitar. A dip inside and she could coax some of the moisture from her canal over her labia. Then more stroking along the seam, now wet and slippery. That really got the engine going. A moment more of that, and then she circled the swollen button under her hood. While the one hand performed these ministrations, the other held her phone. On the screen was a woman in a tight black leather pants, circling a thin blonde with her arms bound behind her. She was blindfolded, ropes linked together to lift and highlight her modest breasts, a strap between her legs. The leather-clad woman circled the blonde, plucking at her taut nipples, scolding her, telling her that she was nothing more than a slave. More stroking, more pressure on Carrie's clit. The dominant woman in the video was spanking the blonde, who twisted away from the strikes as best she could, which was not very well at all. The blonde whimpered and begged while the dominant's hand smacked against the smaller woman's reddening ass. Carrie's hips bucked. Sweat beaded on her forehead. In a moment, she'd be able to put the phone aside and finish, maybe really let loose with a scream.

Honey?

Fuck. Will was home. She didn't hear the door, and now he was on the stairs, the tell-tale groans letting her know that he was rounding the turn in the stairs to the second floor. With a click of her thumb, the video was silenced and banished. Carrie tugged the waist of her yoga pants up and sat upright. By the time he opened the door, Carrie was sitting up and scrolling through her phone like nothing at all was happening. Certainly not a much-needed orgasm. She worried Will might smell her scent on the air.

What are you doing in here?

Laundry. Or I was about to. Got distracted by this TikTok. Want to see?

No. Thanks. I got off a little early today. I thought we might get some dinner downtown. I know it's a weeknight, but how about we live a little?

She was close to getting off herself, but Will had put an end to that. She could invite him into bed, but then he'd poke her with his thin dick and shoot his load, leaving her unsatisfied. And God forbid she let him between her legs with his clumsy tongue.

Sure, she said with a painted-on smile. Let me get cleaned up and we can go anywhere you want.

Hey, you look fine to me. Practically glowing.

Thanks, handsome. But I think a shower might be just what the doctor ordered. Don't worry. I won't be long.

I can't believe you didn't tell him to go down you. Mona was spinning the ice in her Bloody Mary with the celery stick. She removed it, sucked the red end, and plopped it back in the tall cocktail glass.

I would if he was any good at it. Carrie had been complaining over the fruit course of the brunch date with Mona, feeling once more under-dressed in the presence of her friend.

Mona was a woman set apart. If it hadn't been for their friendship in college, Carrie found it highly unlikely the two of them would be friends. She'd been exotic even then, with her long dark hair and pale skin. There was a touch of Goth in her appearance, or maybe that was only Mona's penchant for fishnet and dark leather. Carrie wondered privately if it was Mona's fashion sense that she was attracted to in her videos. Not for the first time, Carrie wondered what might have happened if she allowed Mona's overt come-ons to go past mere flirtation. But she'd made her choices, and now she and Mona maintained a close friendship and nothing more.

In the years since college, Carrie found her way into a lucrative, if dull, career in corporate accounting. Mona used her beauty and lack of inhibitions to gather a following on the internet. Her OnlyFans page was popular, featuring videos of Mona stripping and teasing on camera. She had the voluptuous figure for it, and Carrie could vouch