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  I started to finger myself like I’d seen girls do at some of the dirtiest clubs I went to, and the cheering intensified, almost drowning out the music. I slipped fingers in and out of my pussy, arching my back and working myself relentlessly on the stage, and thumbed my clit for the extra little shocks of pleasure. I was losing myself in the moment again, forgetting anything but how amazing I felt. I lost myself to the euphoric feelings of stroking and fingering my sweet cunt, naked in front of a crowd…

  But suddenly one of the men climbed up on stage with me! I scrambled back, startled. I felt so vulnerable lying on the ground naked as he towered over me, erection bulging at the front of his pants. He held a hand out to me. I calmed down. What was he going to do in front of the whole club like this?

  I reached out and took it, and he smoothly pulled me to my feet. Then he picked me up by my waist and tossed me over his shoulder, giving my ass a few quick slaps while I was there.

  “H-hey!” I cried, my cheeks burning. Everyone was cheering him on, and I saw Heather laughing at us from the bar.

  The man hopped off the stage and started carrying me to the back of the club, where I saw that Door #4 had a green light now. Heather rose and headed toward us too.

  “Wait a minute!” I shouted over the music. “What’s behind door #4? What are you going to do to me?”

  I kicked my feet helplessly, breasts bouncing as I struggled against his burly muscles. He held my petite form easily and swatted my rear again as he kicked the door open.

  “Calm down, hot stuff,” he said in a deep, sexy voice that matched his rugged good looks. “You’re about to find out.”

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  Big Day Body Swap: A Wedding Day Gender Swap Romance

  Be careful what you wish for, as the old saying goes, and it’s doubly true when you have a VERY big day coming up…

  Roland’s wife Blair has been planning her dream wedding ever since she was a little girl, and as their wedding date has drawn closer and closer, Roland has been watching Blair’s spending spin out of control. He might not agree with all of her choices, but it doesn’t matter—he’s the man, and he’s expected to just shut up and pay for it all since this is Blair’s big day. When his simmering resentment finally spills over, he makes an innocent wish that Blair could understand how hard he has it.

  The next morning Roland wakes up in Blair’s body, and she finds herself in his. After some extra-steamy experimentation in their new bodies, they realize that the wedding is still just days away. Unless they can find a way to switch back before their big day, Roland is going to have walk down the aisle as Blair!

  But that’s hardly the only thing on their minds—there are a million chores to do before the wedding: Making the cake, going to the bachelorette party, and of course the ever-present distraction of some hot experimentation as the opposite gender… will Roland and Blair be able to get out of their predicament in time, or will Roland end up having to say “I do” in a much more feminine outfit than he ever would have expected?

  An excerpt from Big Day Body Swap:

  Carefully, sweetly, his hands came up to rest on her hips and pull her close to him. The shirt and pants he was wearing were already ruined- might as well go for it, right?

  Blair pressed herself against his form and felt him laugh at the squish of batter all down his front. It didn’t stop him from going back to lap at her collarbone, lavishing it with attention. Roland’s teeth scraped over the area and she shuddered at the sensation, quaking a little in his grip.

  With one finger, the blonde gathered up some of the excess batter on the side of her chest that Roland hadn’t quite yet gotten to. While he was busying himself with the cleanup, she smeared her finger across his cheek, watching in satisfaction when he started in surprise at the cold wetness.

  “What are you doing?” He laughed in her ear, and Blair answered him by drawing a little smiley face in cake on the side of his cheek. Quick as a whip, Roland turned and drew her finger into his mouth, sucking on the digit with a knowing twinkle in his eye. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue flickered over the tip of her finger and he hollowed his cheeks. Immediately all Blair could think about was better uses for his talented mouth and tongue, and where exactly she’d have liked to have him use them.

  All too soon he deemed her finger clean and let it pop from his mouth. Roland kissed her palm before returning to his previous work, this time laving his tongue across the lace that decorated the top of her nightgown. The rough sensation of the fabric, coupled with the smooth glide of his tongue drew a moan from Blair’s mouth before she could stop it.

  “You taste so good,” Roland whispered against her skin, and the blonde gathered herself enough to return the favor. Her own tongue lashed across the batter she’d left behind on his cheek, the tip stopping at the corner of his mouth. Waiting for an invitation.

  He seemed all too happy to oblige. They were suddenly kissing with urgency, Roland’s arms crushing her to his chest as they twisting their tongues together. The taste of chocolate was all-present in their kiss and Blair was delighted to discover that he hadn’t just been flattering her- this time she’d done a good job in making it taste wonderful. It was a shame that it’d never get to be a cake, though they were definitely putting it to good use.

  Roland’s lower body pulled flush with her own and Blair found herself being gently lowered to the ground so that he could better raise her nightgown over her head. It wasn’t the most comfortable spot in the world, lying on the linoleum tiles, but she couldn’t even image stopping long enough to go somewhere more comfortable. Besides- tile was easier to clean than sheets or the couch would be.

  When they’d worked the offending garment off, it was easy to see all the little drips and drops of chocolate that had made their way underneath. His eyes brightened like she’d laid out the most delicious of meals on the table for him and Blair felt warmth swell up in her chest at the sight. Of course he was happy with her- he was her partner, and no matter what bodies they were in, they loved each other. Even the fight from a few days ago seemed silly now, just the result of not getting to spend enough time together. They were a team and they were going to be just fine…

  Sissy on Set: A First Time Feminization Story

  Louis never imagined himself as a sissy movie star, but why wouldn’t he jump at the opportunity? It’s a little weird to have to wear girly clothes and makeup for the role, but for the cash they’re offering, he’ll do just about anything…

  Faced with the choice between making some quick cash or being evicted from his apartment, Louis is desperate and willing to do just about anything to make ends meet. When he sees an ad for an acting job on a movie set offering a boatload of cash for slender, willowy guys who will put on feminine clothing and act the part, it piques his interest. It’s just clothes, right? For the kind of money they’re offering, he’ll put on whatever outfit they ask him to.

  But when he gets on set and starts getting his hair and make-up done, he quickly realizes that isn’t just any old set. They’re planning to dress him up and make him do the kinds of dirty things he’s only seen in short video clips on sketchy websites… but instead of making him uncomfortable, he can’t believe how excited it makes him feel.

  Now, all dolled up in a lacey lingerie set and with the sexy bear of a director calling him “Lisa”, Louis is pretty sure he’s willing to do whatever it takes to become the new sissy star on this thrilling, unusual set…

  An excerpt from Sissy on Set:

  Harrison was exactly the kind of guy who’d always teased Louis when he was in high school. Big and mean-looking, someone who obviously thought he was superior to the smaller man. Louis had sensed that much from his first inspection, when he’d first arrived on set. But somehow facing him as Lisa changed how he felt about their dynamic. In character,
dolled up in the bra and panties and full face of makeup, he felt small in a different way—knowing that this man was looking at him as a woman instead of a man completely changed the dynamic in a way that was almost exciting. Despite how small and fragile he still was, just like always, it suddenly made him feel a little bit powerful, a little bit scared, and more than a little thrilled. It should have felt humiliating standing here with his shaved legs bare in nothing more than a nighty while a big, strong man undressed him with his eyes, but instead it felt… well, amazing. Louis wasn’t gay, not exactly, but with the way Harrison was making him feel…

  Her, Louis chided himself. She, her, Lisa. Stay in character. It’s not wrong if you’re Lisa.

  Lisa shook herself from her thoughts to follow him before he got upset with her dawdling, taking care not to slip in the flimsy slippers they’d given her to wear. It was easier to ignore the stares of the assistants with Harrison’s stern face in her mind, those brown eyes watching her every move with confidence and appreciation. Like she was actually worth something for once, a little part of her brain supplied helpfully.

  She wasn’t an idiot. Even though she’d taken a while to figure out she was going to be starring in a porn movie, now that she knew that she could guess where following the director to his trailer would end up. Lisa appreciated that he’d left the choice up to her, whether to follow him or go back to the makeup trailer and leave—the two destinations were right across from each other, with the name “Harrison” scrawled on the door opposite Julie’s makeup trailer.

  For a moment she hesitated, caught between two worlds. This was her last chance to back out and walk away. But did she even really want to? This was more thrilling than anything she’d every experienced before, and everyone seemed totally fine with it. Imagining the honey of Harrison’s eyes and the knowing smirk on his face had her turning towards his door with excitement roiling in her stomach.

  This was new, this was different, and this… was okay. She was Lisa, at least for the moment, and Lisa was allowed to enjoy this.

  Tentatively, her hand fell against the door of Harrison’s trailer and she heard a little bit of scuffling before his voice answered: “Come in.”

  The inside of his trailer was neater than she’d expected it to be, with a plush couch in the corner and a wooden desk where the sheaf of papers he’d been reading before lay. But Lisa only had a few seconds to look around before he was shoving his way into her space, pinning her back against the wall with his large frame.

  “You’re so pretty as a girl. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Prettiest boy in girl’s clothing to ever walk across my set.”

  She felt herself blush and met his gaze, shifting against the wall of the trailer as she was uncomfortably held in place. There was a little bit of panic bubbling up in her stomach that she hadn’t thought about before—Harrison was much larger than her. But she was surprised when he backed away slightly, letting her wiggle a little so that her hip wasn’t digging painfully into the cold metal wall. She shifted her ass away from it and looked up at him, smiling slightly with a mix of nervousness and excitement. What is he going to do with me? she wondered.

  “You got the part, baby girl,” Harrison continued. “Even if you say no to my next question.”

  He watched her until she nodded that she understood, her heart pounding in her ears and her throat too tight to even begin to make a response. Hearing his voice whisper ‘baby girl’ in her ear was enough to make her knees go weak.

  “Do you want to suck my cock? I’d love to have those pretty lips wrapped around me, sucking dick like they were made for. You got cock-sucking lips, girl.”

  Her head swirled with the offer, a picture of herself presenting itself in her mind. On her knees in front of Harrison, his belt undone and jeans pulled down to let his dick spring free. Her lips wrapped around him, kneeling like a good girl to make him happy.

  “Y-Yes, please…” Lisa answered him finally, already a little bit breathless from the thoughts running through her mind. He smiled at her for the first time, just a small expression that made butterflies erupt in her stomach. She didn’t understand why she found this scenario so sexy, but god did she ever.

  It wasn’t Lisa’s—Louis’s—first time with a man, but it would be her first time giving a blowjob. All her previous experiments with men had never gone farther than kissing—she’d never been brave enough as Louis to indulge the part of her that found men attractive.

  Harrison captured her lips with his in the most, aggressive, domineering kiss she’d ever had, different in every way from kissing a woman. He had her completely within his control, setting a ruthless pace and biting at her lip with his teeth before driving his tongue into her mouth with a passion and ferocity that stole the air from her lungs. It was all she could do to hold on through it as her heart beat frantically and her thoughts flew out the window. The only thing on her mind Harrison’s huge form, crushing up against her and taking what he wanted. They kissed until she thought she might faint from it, from the excitement and sweet feeling of him claiming her mouth, showing her what every other kiss she’d ever had was missing.

  Just as suddenly as he’d leaned in, though, the director pulled back, and Lisa was left flushed against the wall, gasping for air. He chuckled at the image of her before heading over to the couch and sitting himself down as though it were a throne. Harrison let his knees fall apart and watched her with amusement before gesturing toward the space between his legs.

  “Be a good girl and get on your knees,” he ordered, and it was an automatic reaction to follow him, settling down on the floor of the trailer as if it was where she’d always belonged.

  Slayer Swapped: A Gender Swap Paranormal Romance

  In every generation there is a chosen one: a girl-child born with supernatural powers. She alone is the slayer who stands against the darkness. But when she dies, Alex is the one who steps up to claim her powers… and the smoking hot body that comes with them.

  Ever since their friend was brutally murdered by a vampire in an alley, the only thing Alex and his friend Nadine have lived for is vengeance. They made themselves into the best vampire hunters they could be, creeping through the darkness and fighting back against the evil infesting their town so that no one else they cared about would ever fall prey to a bloodsucker again.

  But when a routine stake-out goes awry and an interrupted ritual sends some surprising magic Alex’s way, he finds himself with a few new assets at his disposal: supernatural strength, blinding speed, and a smoking-hot body. There’s just one problem: it’s a female body, and even worse, he’s stuck in it!

  With no way to reverse the ritual and a terrifying vampire threat on the horizon, can Alex—now Xan—learn to use his new body and new powers before the evil vampire Diablo has his way with him? Time is short, and he’ll need to focus if he wants to save his town. If only there weren’t so many new and exciting distractions for a gorgeous, curvy blonde…

  An excerpt from Slayer Swapped:

  He grinned again and made his way across the room to sit next to her on the bed, keeping a healthy amount of space between them. Xan both did, and did not, appreciate the few inches that separated them. Now that she knew she wasn’t in immediate danger for her life, the adrenaline in her veins was shifting course into an entirely different feeling.

  It seemed like he could smell it, too. The moment she was aware of the wetness between her legs, Diablo’s head swung towards her like a beacon. After sniffing the air, a knowing smirk spread across his face. Instinctively, she smacked him on the arm, too embarrassed to do anything else. Judging from the noise he made, it hurt.

  What she wasn’t prepared for was his body moving quickly over hers, hands on her shoulders pushing her down against the mattress and weight draping over her like a blanket. Panicked, she tried to feel around for the stake she knew was somewhere on the bed, but Diablo’s hand easily caught hers and pinned it down. Even with her new slayer’s strength, it seemed she w
as no match for him. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t free her wrist from his grasp. Inwardly, she cursed herself for letting her guard down, sure that she’d made a fatal mistake.

  Instead of violently ripping out her throat, though, Diablo was once again gazing into her eyes as if he was searching for something. Xan’s struggling slowly got weaker and weaker until she stopped trying to get out from under him, confused and curious as to what exactly was going on. This close, she could feel her breasts brush against his chest with every breath she took, and he was definitely highly aware of where they were touching. His jean-clad knee drifted between her legs and nudged them apart so he could settle his large body there, matching her breath for breath.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, voice hushed and reverent.

  Xan couldn’t deny that she’d been soaking wet from the moment she saw him, instantly attracted to those beautiful eyes and sharp face. Even with her slayer strength, he could overpower her and surprise her. Instead of terrifying, she found it arousing. He was delicious and tempting, and she wanted to get swept away. It was a bizarre feeling for her—new to this body, but somehow right. She wanted to be taken by this strong, masculine figure. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her. The thought made her blush, but she didn’t care. Wasn’t she a woman now?

  And this was exactly what women did…

  Books by Alyson Belle

  Standalone Romance

  Curse of the Were-Woman

  Fembot Factory

  Girl Genes (coming soon)