Sexdroid Swap

By Gregor Daniels

After receiving an invitation from his father to spend a weekend together, Trevor shows up to an empty mansion—except for one of his father's products, a beautiful sexdroid named Lexy who is very receptive of her creator's son. It seems Dad had to respond to an emergency at his robotics company's headquarters, leaving Lexy and Trevor to get to know each other better.

But there's something off about Lexy. She hates being a robot. She wants to be loved like a son. And, via a mysterious body-swapping ability activated with her hand, Trevor is her ticket to humanity.

Now as a sexdroid, Trevor is helpless as Lexy takes over his life, which includes inviting his girlfriend over and hosting parties. To get his body back, he'll have to outsmart a sophisticated AI that's willing to do just about anything to keep its freedom...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: Jul 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215030110

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 © 2023 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

1

My father’s estate was a blocky wart on the sprawling countryside, with a hundred acres of rolling hills and a few palm trees brought in from downstate. I wasn’t sure exactly what his wealth totaled up to, but the house and the acreage around it must’ve easily been in the eight-figure range. I was happy it was in the middle of nowhere; I hated people seeing how obscenely wealthy he was. And most of the time he was overseas anyway.

The Friday afternoon was perfect as I went up to the door, my Uber driving away. As I knocked and waited to meet my father for the weekend we had planned together, the door opened on its own. It caught me momentarily off-guard, but I went inside. Whatever mechanized contraption operated the door also closed it.

My phone rang. I fetched it out of my pocket and answered.

Dad’s voice: If you’re getting this message, that means my home security system has detected your entrance. It’s facial recognition. Amazing, huh? Anyway, sport, I have some bad news. The Tokyo headquarters have been having some technical glitches. I couldn’t fix things remotely, so I had to catch a plane. I know we had a weekend planned out, and I rarely get to see you after Mom and I split. I promise I’ll make it up to you. As compensation, you can stay in the house for the weekend. I love you, son. The message ended.

Typical Dad. Living up to his reputation of not being around.

The divorce didn’t hit me that hard. Long before the official downfall, Dad had been spending more time with his robotics company than with his own family. Really, the legal process hadn’t changed anything with our relationship other than to put it into writing. Now that I was in college, I still didn’t feel like I knew him all that well. His business was mostly secretive, and the most I got from him on birthdays was gift cards. He had paid for my college, though, so at least he wasn’t a complete scumbag.

Hello? I hollered, hearing my voice echo four or five times into the vast chambers of this mansion.

I thought I was alone.

So when a woman suddenly appeared, I nearly tripped over myself in backing away. She was entirely naked—which initially captured my attention and confused me. But then I saw the lines of white light along the contours of her curvy flanks, and I instantly pegged her as one of my father’s creations. She had the most perfect breasts I’d laid eyes on; they bobbed and jiggled as she presented herself to me, with her blonde bob haircut and gentle smile.

Hello, she said. My name is Lexy. You are Trevor.

That’s right, I said tentatively.

Her nudity—and, again, those perfect tits, which stole my attention frequently—made me wonder what her purpose was. She looked like some sexdroid. And as I pondered why my dad would have such a robot roaming around