Gender Swap Novels & Stories

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

Dominic asked, his eyes flickering with suspicion as he gripped my hand. I smiled faintly and lied through my teeth. "I naturally had to do some research on my future husband before the wedding." In my past life, Dominic's erectile dysfunction had been a matter of public record. Vivienne had tried every trick to get his attention without success, so she eventually resorted to sedating him and hiring a private doctor, whose diagnosis confirmed the condition. Dominic had flown into a rage upon waking. He had covered up all news of the incident and had Vivienne committed to a mental institution.

As I watched the flicker of smugness crossing Sharon's eyes, I finally understood why she had kept to herself today. In the past, whenever Vincent and I went out on dates, Sharon would insist on joining us. Today, she intended to ruin my bonding ceremony, too. I did my best to suppress a choked sob before I questioned her seriously, "Sharon, I just want to know that if someone swaps your ring out for trash during your bonding ceremony, will you still think of it as a joke?"

Ancestor Bodhi rolled his eyes as he replied, “Stop daydreaming! That degree of Harmonization of Yin and Yang is too weak to save her.” “Then, what do you mean by Harmonization of Yin and Yang?” “You will both swap bodies! Your Yang soul will enter her Yin body, whereas her Yin soul will enter your Yang body. Didn’t you just obtain recognition from Dairaionji Temple? You will both be immune to each other after swapping bodies.” Alex was instantly shocked. “Won’t I become a crossdresser then? No, no. Will I really turn into a woman?” “It is temporary!” “Will there be a case where I can’t change back?”

I had always been curious about what it would feel like to be a woman, to experience the world through feminine eyes and senses. My girlfriend Jennifer, a stunning redhead with an athletic figure and curves in all the right places, often joked about how she wished she could know what it was like to be a man. We had a playful, adventurous streak in our relationship, and one night, after a few glasses of wine, we decided to try something a little different. “I wonder if there’s some kind of spell or magic that could let us swap bodies for a night,” I mused, running my fingers through Jennifer’s silky hair as we lounged in bed.

Geralda looked at me intensely. I nodded, according to what I had seen during my journey to the past dimension, my biological mother and father had intended to swap me with Alpha Felix and Luna Yelena's real daughter. "The baby swap has happened," Nicholas murmured, and I could hear him. "Rachel is being looked after by my birth mom and dad?" Geralda nodded. She snapped her fingers when my answer was correct. "Right." I took a deep breath. I continued what had been going through my mind.

I guess I have to use Rhio's ATM card. "I have. Thank you, Popsee. You’re an angel." "Oh my, I'm so flattered. Of course I have to help. We humans need save good virtues. Y’know if I die and get reborn, Father God will never confine me inside this male body again...I want to be a girl." I laughed. “It's hard being a woman...and expensive." "Duh,” he rolled his us playfully, “Expensive? Do you know how much we gays have to spend just to appear girly?" I just smiled at what Popsee said.

Curse that motherfucking-cock-wrangler and his loose tongue. “Wait . . . did you? Do the gender-swap, I mean?” “Yeah, once,” he replies with a coy smile. “Was supposed to assassinate a politician from South America who had a proclivity for American women. Zeke offered to give the job to Mary Sue instead, but I said I was willing to try it out. The Appearance Artificers didn’t . . . ahem, cut anything off that couldn’t be replaced, of course. Just gave me a temporary boob job and some injections to soften my facial features. Didn’t need to pass a medical inspection or anything, just enough to get him alone in a hotel room to slit his throat and jump out the window.”

This of course reduced the stress of never being able to crossdress at all but increased the longing for wanting to do it more openly and more often. One of the aspects of my longing is that I will often imagine myself as some woman that I see on the street or in some other normal situation. Dr. Lane refers to this as gender transference; I call it a "wanna-be crush." Most men would see a hot, attractive woman and fantasize about being with her; I fantasize about actually being her. Sometimes it's just to feel the sexy, feminine clothes she's wearing, but often I imagine getting laid by one of those male admirers.