Dreams, Schemes, & Magical Means: A Virtual Reality Sex Change

By Selkie TG

You're John Lemure, famous virtual reality gamer. Millions follow your heroic and adult sensory stream from a male dominated Arabian Nights fantasy world laden with gender bending traps.

Tricked and transformed into a small, busty female and pretending to be your own (imaginary) sister, you're still struggling to resis

• Language: English
• Publisher: SelkieTG
• Release date: Jun 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781925667110

Selkie TG

Selkie loves reading, writing, and fantasy. He/she is very confident, but shy; a good listener who's fascinated by people and happy to talk about a wide range of things. A weirdly normal non-binary individual who wants to share some sexy speculative fiction fantasies with the world.Some fave erotica authors are TG Cooper, Tom Tame, Julia Manchester, C.C., Lyka Bloom, Princess Pegger, Melody Mounier (Alyssa S), Solar Harris, Ann Michelle, Nikki S. Jenkins, B. L. Quick....She's non-binary gender and interested in gender twists, D&S, power reversals... but not cruelty.She occasionally contributes to the TrapQuest interactive fiction game, and hangs about on its Discord server.(These books contain no illustrations, to comply with Smashwords' Terms of Service.)

Book preview

What has gone before

In a future world where most people live and work from VR pods caring for all their bodily needs, you are John Lemure, renowned adventurer in a virtual Arabian Nights fantasy world.  Your daring exploits, streamed to your followers to view or physically experience via their own pods have made you both famous and wealthy.

Unfortunately, four members of your slave harem used magic to transform you into a nubile young Asian woman.  Merely getting back to your harem left you highly suggestible for twenty-four hours.  Since then, you’ve uncovered increasing evidence of a very real plot behind your recent mishaps.

The mishaps snowballed before you managed to fight back.  You’ve been turned into a girl; a magical cartoon appears on your forehead when you’re aroused, revealing your desires; you’ve been given multiple Suggestions (such as, that you enjoy submission, dressing in women’s finery, and the word ‘statue’ turns you into one); you’re currently cursed with an uncanny black tattoo that allows a frightening variety of changes to be made to your body, and even mind; you’ve been given a pair of cute little cow horns, a fluffy and sensitive tail mid way between that of Bambi and a Playboy bunny (that also has a second clitoris nestled beneath it!), and a pair of feline ears: stroking one makes you docile, the other puts you on heat; your arms muscles have been made enormously weak; you’ve been magically imprinted on anal sex and on your own prick; you’ve been tricked into magically exchanging many of your masculine skills for ones far more suitable for a harem slave girl; and you’ve also been made illiterate.

Oh, and you’ve also been caught in the spell you’d commissioned from your sorcerer friend Omar, locking all the inhabitants of your estate inside its grounds!  There may be other changes too that you’re unaware of.  Now the smallest and weakest girl in your own harem, at least you have a pair of magical sandals to partly offset your loss of height.

You took the antidote to the magic that transformed you into a girl, but it left you looking like your invented sister, Joan, pretending to be you to usurp your position, because it left all the other magical effects unchanged.

In particular, the magical effects of the black tattoo can only be invoked by a third party, and those changes undone by the same person. So the recent mysterious disappearance of your slave girl Jamilah is a major problem: only she can remove your little cow horns, cat ears, and your small fluffy tail and its extra clit!

So you’ve had to temporarily return to the appearance of Joan – and the only method available was that of the black tattoo.  You chose your most timid slavegirl, Aliyah, to use it.

Right now however, you may be in an even worse situation.  Your friend Omar has just returned, with news that the black tattoo’s uncanny magic is reputed to be linked to cataclysmic changes in several other worlds.

But the moment Omar activated the tattoo for study to hopefully undo its effects, you and he were paralyzed.  You sensed that your VR avatar’s entire digital self has been exposed for ‘editing’ by your friend, possibly under the seductive influence that lies behind it…

Chapter 1 – 

With Friends Like These

At last, with an enormous shudder, Omar flings his arms wide and staggers back from you.

You stare at him, confused and scared and worried, a strange heat running through your body.

He’s panting, his fists tight-clenched, and his look scares you.  Did he- is he planning to-?

Gradually, though, you decide he’s staring through you, not at you.

Eventually though his eyes focus on you once more, his expression shifting slightly, until he seems strangely open and vulnerable.

"Truly, sister-of-my-friend, that was as near a disaster as any I’ve known.  You were as like an open book, but one in which the moving hand could rewrite any written thing there, needing only-"

You notice his eyes drift down and catch on your breasts.  You glance down to check that nothing has been changed, and blush at the sight of your nipples standing as flushed and erect as you’ve ever seen them.  You also become conscious of a steady, delicious tightness and wanting that burns from them.  In a poor attempt at modesty you draw the gauzy material of your torn-open shift together.  Staring down at your own chest, you have to admit the tented material, the dark maroon shadows beneath, might draw even more attention to these quivering peaks.

A shivery delight ripples down your nerves straight to your groin at the light touch of the silken cloth, and you sense your clit – your clits, plural, as you feel your tufty doe’s-tail tremble behind you – stiffen and stand to attention.

Has it grown so large it’s visible between the delicately-enveloping pink folds?  You fight the temptation to look down, not wanting to draw your friend’s attention to your clit, if it has.  But the thought of it swelling reminds you of your concealed cock.  How bad would it be if your natural male desires surfaced now and your real penis extended and grew forth, to finally expose the shameful secret of your feminization and outrageous behaviors?

For a second you’re sure that just the thought of that danger, that bit of auto-suggestion, is certain to lead to that very result.  Your cheeks burning, you move one hand down from your chest to your groin, just in case….

But the seconds tick away with no change, and you allow yourself a sigh of relief that you’ve managed to control your natural male urges.  Actually, it wasn’t too hard, you think, then giggle at the accidental pun.

But what was Omar saying?  That you’d been an open book?

It vindicates your intuition: the weird magic of the tattoo had given him edit-access to all the digital properties and values of your character’s records in this VR world – perhaps because, as a wizard, he’s more accustomed to altering reality?

Access like that must have been an ungodly temptation for your lusty friend.

Did he manage to resist, you wonder, suddenly suspicious?

You narrow your eyes you force your gaze back up, carefully gauging your friend’s expression.  Yeah, his strangely-open and vulnerable expression seems more like sheepish embarrassment.  Feeling your own face turn a little grim, you take a step forward.

All right, Omar, just what-

Instead of growing angry at your challenge, he breaks from your accusing stare by turning to grab up his trousers, quickly stepping back into the loose cloth garment.  This is no time for idle chatter!  I must return home at once, and find some counter to that foul magic.

Whirling, he strides from the room, calling back over his shoulder.  I shall return!

Damn it!  The guilty bastard’s running from you!  You recognize that expression on his face!  You chase after him, your heels beating a cadence worthy of castanets, your lissome legs flashing in all their sleek glory, one hand still clutching your top together.

But Omar moves even faster, his long strides stretching his lead.  You break into a run, ignoring the startled glances of harem girls as you dash past them.  You’re vaguely aware of them focusing more of their attention on your lower parts before remembering you’re naked from the waist down.  Your steps falter, and you slow.

But you can’t let a little embarrassment stop you.  You need to convince Omar he must also work on undoing his spell that locks you in your own home!  Plus, you need his help to find Jamilah, impossibly missing despite his magical prison.  And on top of that, he should probably reinforce his orders that protect you from your slave girls, especially to forbid them to touch your ears or use them against you!

But with breasts bouncing wildly as you run, your still-hard nips are jolting you with bursts of pure pleasure.  Wow, so good.  You’re leaking, the liquid from your arousal trickling down your legs!  Oh, man, yeah!  Ignoring the need to keep your top closed – why bother, there are only eunuchs and other girls here? – you lift both hands to your nipples, lightly pinching them to hold them taut as you run.  Running like that-

Oh, yes!  You stagger, almost falling from the massive shock of pleasure, and as you re-start your run, you exaggerate the bounce in your motion, as well as lightly tugging your steel-hard nips ‘accidentally’, to magnify the pleasure still further.

Oh, yeah, just like that.  Sooo-o good!  Your half-closed eyes almost lead you to crash into the wall of your corridor, but you manage to twist yourself away.

Suddenly your thighs clench and an orgasm smashes through you, locking your legs in place as you jerk and shudder and squeal in delight.  As soon as it’s over, you pick up your run again, eventually bursting through your front doors just as another climax wrenches you to a halt.  As soon as that one’s past, you tug yourself back into a run, out and then down the broad steps and across the courtyard.  You reach a third climax as you skid to a stop by the terrifying front wall, the towering wave of fear somehow making this release twice the power of the earlier ones!

You’re not sure how long has passed when your naughty fingers finally slow and then stop tugging at your rock-hard nubs.  Bending forward, you rest your hands on your knees to regain your breath.

You can’t help but admire the delightfully-full swaying of your olive-skinned bosom hanging from your narrow chest.

Very gradually, you come back to your senses: and realize that Omar got clean away while