Captured by the Mob Boss

By Clover Cox

One potion turns Ed into the girl he's always wanted to be, and it's amazing… until he gets kidnapped by the mob.

 

Ed takes a magical potion that his grandmother left to him when she died, but he ends up looking like the sister of a mob boss's enemy when he transforms into a woman, which leads to a world of trouble.

 

Cartel boss Jose wants revenge against his enemy and mistakenly kidnaps Ed in his new womanly form, which turns his newfound paradise into a hellscape.

 

Caught in the crossfire, the only way out is in Jose's arms, even though making it out alive will mean doing things Ed never would have done before being magically transformed into a beautiful, younger woman.

 

Captured by the Mob Boss is a magical man-to-woman gender transformation story about an older man who become a gorgeous, younger woman and falls in love with an alpha criminal man along the way, but there's still plenty of sweetness and spice. HEA guaranteed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clover Cox
• Release date: May 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798223423737

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CAPTURED BY THE MOB BOSS

Older Man Magically Becomes a Younger Woman

Clover Cox

Copyright © 2022 Clover Cox

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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To my readers, always

1

Bye, Ed. I’m sorry for your loss.

Thank you, I say to my grandmother’s lawyer. I drive home after leaving his office with a check to deposit and a box. Patricia, my grandmother, was quite the collector, so there’s no telling what’s inside.

I pull into the driveway of my unspectacular two-bedroom home. It’s perfect for a single man in his late thirties with no kids or pets. Nothing like my brother Gerald. He has a huge house, three beautiful kids, and a stunning wife.

My life is nothing like his. I work in IT, eat basic meals, and have a closet full of women’s clothing I’m too ashamed to wear in public. I’ll be able to pay off my house with what grandma left, but what else will I have?

No woman will stay with me. A bigger house won’t bring me any joy. More clothes in my closet might help, but I already have so many cute outfits. Dressing in those clothes more often to explore the womanly side I keep buried deep might make me happier, but I’m too afraid.

I head to the guest bedroom, where I keep all the clothes. It’s not like I ever have visitors, so there’s no need to worry about someone finding the clothes. My parents never come. We always meet in Florida, where Gerald pays for our hotel rooms and rental cars, as though they cost the same as bubble gum at the convenience store.

My clothes are just as I left them, so I leave to drop the stuff grandma’s lawyer left me on the coffee table and head to the kitchen for a glass of ice water. Her sweet demeanor is on my mind as I wash my hands in the kitchen sink. She was one of the few people who seemed to understand me in the family. I’ve always been strange, but that never bothered Grandma Patricia.

I return to the living room with my water, sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, excited to open the box. Grandma had so many collectibles. I take my time opening the box with careful hands, as the word ‘fragile’ is scribbled across the top in grandma’s handwriting.

There are three vials of liquid in a bed of shredded paper when I open the box. A card with my name sits atop them. I open it. Tears form in my eyes at the page of grandma’s words. I can’t believe how prepared she was for death.

Dear Ed,

You’ve always been such a beautiful boy. I want you to know I love you more than words can express. You’ve been the best grandson in the world, but part of you has always wanted to be my granddaughter instead. Isn’t that correct?

I saw your collection in the guest bedroom the night that I stayed at your house. I didn’t have to ask if you had a girlfriend I didn’t know about because those clothes were yours. Don’t worry, though. I would never judge you for that. You’ve clearly been something of a woman your entire life. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

I wish I had the courage to give you these potions while I was alive, but alas, I didn’t. They’ve been in my possession for years. I never had the courage to broach the subject.

The pink potion will turn you into a woman, but it’ll only work for a week. One hundred sixty-eight hours. If you want to stay a woman, you must drink the clear liquid. If you wish to turn back to a man before the time expires, you must drink the blue liquid. The man who gave me the potions also recommended drinking one potion before the time expires to avoid any optional complications.

Honestly, Ed, I’m not sure if these potions even work, but I wanted you to have them. I won’t be long now, and if you’re reading this, then I’m already gone.

I love you, Ed. Don’t let others dictate your life. They aren’t living in your body. Only you can decide what’s best for you.

Love,

Grandma

I wipe the tears from my eyes, moved that grandma not only understood me, but she accepted me. I always wanted to tell her how part of me felt like a woman trapped in a man’s body, but I was afraid she’d never understand. Reading the note has lifted so many weights off my shoulders. I nearly forget that the box sitting in front of me contains magical potions.

I don’t know how grandma got these, but they’re the best thing I’ve ever seen if they work. They’re all in glass jars with fitted glass lids that have