Gendermorph 1: Discovering The Girl Inside: Gendermorph, #1

By Natasha Rose

NOTE: Previously Published as Gendermorph Series: Alex's Adventures 1: Discovering The Girl Inside by Phoenix Rose

 

Alex thought he was nothing special - until he discovered he had a superpower that would send his life twisting and turning in ways he never expected...

Late one night he discovers his body has an interesting quirk to it – he can become female! His solo adventures take him down a wild path of discovery, as he explores what it feels like to be able to become a girl, how far his powers extend, and whether or not he will lose his masculinity if he changes and becomes permanently female.

The Gendermorph series tells the story of Alex, a young man coming to terms with his own sexuality and his newfound ability to morph into a female.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natasha Rose
• Release date: Jun 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223954774

Book preview

1

"That sounds like fun." I was only half paying attention to the conversation at this point. She had a tendency to ramble once things had turned to a topic she enjoyed talking about.

Oh, it was! I haven’t felt that young in a long time!

It had become a bit of a stale routine, my fortnightly visits. Of course I loved her, and she always had the best stories, but recently I was always in my head too much to be good company to anyone.

What’s wrong, dear? You don’t seem like yourself today. No shit Grandma, I haven’t felt like ‘myself’ for as long as I can remember.

What? Oh, sorry. It’s nothing important. I brushed off her enquiry.

I know what it is, she said with a twinkle in her eye, you’re getting to that age.

What age? I thought I knew what she was implying, but I really didn’t want to have this talk with my Grandma, no matter how relaxed or cool she was.

Oh, you know, the curious age. Do I like girls? Do I like boys? Am I too feminine? Will I ever get laid and lose my virginity? she giggled to herself as she spoke the last few words.

I couldn’t verbalize a response, looking quickly at my feet and then to the open window. I was super embarrassed at how well she could read me but also didn’t have the heart to tell her I lost my virginity in an awkward drunken encounter years ago. I was nearly twenty-two now, although I think she frequently and conveniently forgot the fact when it suited her.

Your father was the same at your age, she continued, aware of my embarrassment but wanting to console and comfort me, you look like him when he was your age-thin, scruffy and a little more feminine than your friends. I reacted badly to this accurate observation and fixed her with a defiant look. It bothers you a bit, doesn’t it dear?

Yes. I mumbled.

She was dead on the money.