Sweet Melons

By Gregor Daniels

Jay believes he has found the fabled fountain of youth in Argentina, where members of a primitive community look young despite claiming to be hundreds of years old and having dozens of children. Their secret comes in the form of tasty, grapefruit-sized melons. And when Jay's business partner, Ron, returns home with the magical fruit, they think their upstart biotech company is about to see huge success.

But the melons are more powerful than they realize. And Jay's first taste comes at the cost of his manhood.

Now as a very curvaceous woman of an entirely different race, Jay's debts are catching up with him. Police want him for identity fraud, and he has no way to change back to normal. He's forced to bunk with his angry business partner and find a way back on his feet—even if that means selling his new, sexy body in ways he never dreamed of..

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Dec 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005056445

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 consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

On Tuesday morning, I received the most important phone call of my life.

At the first ring, my hand was already on my Samsung like a swatter on a fly. I rolled out from under the blanket and sat up on my air mattress.

Ron was calling.

Deep breath, Jay, I told myself. We’re about to make history.

I answered. Tell me the good news.

That brief silence afterward stabbed me with momentary dread, but I remembered that my business partner was at least fifteen hundred miles away at DFW International Airport. There’d be a slight conversational delay—fraction of a second, but to me it was noticeable.

Then he said, I’m through customs.

I jumped off the bed and fist-pumped the air, never mind that some semblance of morning wood was tenting out the front of my boxers. Hell, I was pretty sure the good news made me even more erect!

Hell yeah! I told him. Damn. It’s great to hear that, man. I thought they’d give you the metaphorical anal probe about everything.

They poked through the crates, Ron explained. But it looks like citrus from South America. It’s not like I’m importing a dead body. They probably thought it was grapefruits.

All three crates made it through?

All three.

This is the pivotal moment. This is why you became rich.

I’m dead tired right now. I’ll take my paycheck tomorrow. I still gotta hop another plane. I reckon I’ll be there in six or seven hours.

Well, in six or seven hours, I expect you at the office.

Ron sighed. All right.

I paced around my living space as we talked. Words were exchanged, but my mind was so far elsewhere that I couldn’t even remember what was being said between us.

This fruit was going to make us billionaires. On paper, it didn’t look like much; it was native to a small region of Argentinean jungle. It didn’t even have an official name—the translation from the locals was something like miracle melons. But this magical fruit certainly did make miracles happen!

There were primitive tribes who regularly consumed it. Some of the women claimed to be over two hundred years old. A National Geographic photojournalist might be impressed, but the mainstream world was convinced it could discern fact from fiction, and no matter how old the women in the tribe claimed to be, a story like that only reached the front page of a supermarket tabloid. But Ron had done the blood work himself. He’d traced sixty-six people to a single mother, who looked no older than thirty.

Was it good genes?

In a hut-dwelling tribe with no technological advancements?

Yeah, right.

There was something else.

Not any fountain of youth exactly, but potentially a fruit of youth.

You sure this is it? I asked, with a hand over my rapidly beating heart.

Now you’re asking me? Ron laughed. You were the one who paid for the trip and ordered me to bring some of these melons back.

And you’re very welcome to be placed at the forefront of history. But what do you think?

I think it’s a load of crap. He paused from the discussion to grumble about TSA hassling him. Then he said, "But I scrutinized the blood myself. Sixty-six people with a single mother? And she barely looks older than us? That’s