My Alien Summer

By Gregor Daniels

On what is seemingly your typical pest-removal call, an animal conservationist and her ride-along boyfriend, Will, instead make a startling discovery: a species of sentient purple goo. They take it home for further observation—only to become hosts in a symbiotic relationship with what appears to be an extraterrestrial organism, leaving Will more similar to his girlfriend than he'd like. Nonetheless, a summer of slimy fun ensues, with Will getting the most out of his purple predicament.

But the both of them have to wonder: What does the goo ultimately want?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Apr 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215997543

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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Copyright © 2019 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

This story includes: genital swap, extraterrestrial parasites, and lots of slimy fun.

1

So, what the hell is it?

Miki took a step toward the western, shadow-darkened side of the shed. She snapped several digital-zoomed photos with her phone, put her phone away, pondered some, then took more photos before jotting some notes down in her notepad. Her final answer was: Not a clue.

Unlike his girlfriend, who was training to be an animal conservationist for Braxton National Park, Will was relatively uneducated on the process for identifying unknown organisms—in that he wasn’t aware that there was a process at all, because how could there be unclassified animal species in America in the first place? You’d think that in the five hundred-plus years since Columbus sailed to the west, everything that trotted and slithered and flew would have been named and studied by now.

Just keep your distance for now, Miki said, putting her arm in front of him like she was trying to protect him. See how it’s lighted up? That’s bioluminescence. Now, it could be harmless like a firefly, or it could be poisonous. We shouldn’t mess around with this thing.

Have you ever seen anything like it?

Nope. Never. Regardless, she was grinning. But it’s wild, right?

Wild and freaky as hell, Will thought.

The subject of their intrigue resembled a purple paintball splat on the side of Mrs. Boyd’s backyard shed, only there were no drip-marks or oozing lines running underneath it. It was about the size of a drink coaster. Even freakier, it was glowing.

Should we wait for animal control? Will asked.

Jerry’s dealing with a mountain lion sighting on the other side of town, Miki explained. He’ll be busy for a while. That’s why the call was sent to me instead.

But it’s not hurting anybody. Maybe we should just leave it.

Miki spun around and gave him a You serious? look, one eyebrow reaching almost to her hairline. And let this thing scamper off? No way. Marie will want to see this thing when she returns from Spain. And if it’s a new animal species, I’ll get the credit for finding it. Maybe I can even name it!

Will cleared his throat and adopted a deeper voice. And in this picture is Miki Maxwell, posing with the rare purple slime-puddle.

You laugh, but that’d be awesome!

With Miki unswayed, the next course of action was to, of course, harmlessly remove the purple slime-thing off of Mrs. Boyd’s shed and put it into some kind of safe container. Miki poked the nearby wood panels with a pencil just to make sure the gooey creature was alive, which it was: it reacted to the soft impacts by recoiling the fringes of its body, slightly compressing itself, with vibrant-colored ripples passing over its flat form. Many oohs and ahhs were had. But despite its animated reaction to the vibrations, the creature didn’t appear to have any distinctive parts. It had no eyes, no nostrils, no mouth, none of that. Miki hypothesized that perhaps it was like a starfish, and its mouth and everything else were on the bottom—the shed-facing side—but that couldn’t be confirmed until they were able to fully examine it.

Then she became too audacious: in an attempt to lightly prod the creature, the purple slime-puddle sprang off the shed and wrapped itself around the eraser end of the pencil. Miki shrieked and suddenly let go, and the pencil fell down into the grass.

Holy crap! she gasped. I didn’t think it would do that!

But you’re the animal expert! Will pointed out, taking a step back. His eyes scoured the untrimmed lawn, and everything in a radius of several feet around his shoes. Where’d it go?

There, Miki said, pointing. "It’s still on