Remote Chance

By M Wills

It started as an ordinary Super Bowl party with Kai and three friends until one of them accidentally knocked a beer onto the remote control Kai had picked up at a yard sale. Now the four guys have all been randomly transformed into copies of whoever happened to be onscreen at the time: An African tribal woman, a busty MILF, a petite Asian dancer, and a female wrestler.

They've got to go on a mission to the man who sold the remote to see if he has any answers. But first, they need to enjoy themselves.

This 10,000+ word story contains male to female transformations and explicit erotic scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Wills
• Release date: Jul 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005375232

M Wills

There's something alluring about body swaps, sexual and freeing at the same time. I love to explore all sides of the phenomenon: the kinky, the dirty, the loving, the degrading, the amazing. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

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Remote Chance

MtF Transformation

by M. Wills

© 2022 M. Wills

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Cover Design: Evie Foy

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without the prior written consent from the author with the exception for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some might find offensive.

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Remote Chance

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Remote Chance

Kai rushed around preparing the food in the kitchen as the pre-show commentators speculated about the upcoming Super Bowl on the big screen TV in the living room. He slid the buffalo wings into the oven and set the timer while one of the announcers downplayed Farve and his chances, saying that this was not going to be Green Bay’s year. The commentary was occasionally punctuated by Kai’s friend Zack, who sat on the worn leather couch and took every criticism of Green Bay as a personal insult.

Whatever, dickheads! Zack called out cheerily.

The oven had warmed up the small kitchen. Kai pushed his long sleeves up and blew out a sigh as he gazed around, mentally ticking off the food and drinks. Beers were in the fridge. Pizza in the freezer. Chips and dip on the counter. A small pile of veggies sat in a bowl where they would likely be untouched in favor of the fattier, greasier offerings.

Kai’s fiancée, Shelly, had helped chop up the vegetables before disappearing into her room and diving back into Tomb Raider. She’d insisted on a healthy alternative and had then taken most of the veggies and one of the dips back with her. Shelly had no interest in football and gladly agreed to let Kai and his friends have the run of the front part of the house if it meant she could game undisturbed for a few hours. Maybe if she got it out of her system now she wouldn’t stay up all night playing. She was really dedicated to it and often talked about how unfair it was that there was no Super Bowl of video games.

Kai heard a metallic clunk and poked his head out of the pass-through cut into the wall between the kitchen and living room. Zack was slumped on the couch, already one beer in. He passed one hand over his crew-cut blonde hair and shook his head at the television. Zack was a Minnesota boy, perpetually pale even into summer. He looked over at Kai.

Dickheads don’t know what’s about to hit them. Packers are gonna stomp these guys, Zack insisted.

Kai raised his hands in mock surrender. No argument from me.

Damn straight, Zack agreed, cordially. Throw me another beer?

Yes, your majesty, Kai cocked an imaginary hat. "Anything else? A