Gender Swap Spell Novels & Stories

she poked me in the chest with her finger, "I'm not a transvestite and I'm definitely not weird." "Sorry," I mumbled, looking down as she poked me again. "I'm a non-op transsexual," Shelly explained, except I didn't know what that meant. "You can call me a tranny. You can call me a shemale. You can even call me a chick with a dick, I don't care." "Alright," I agreed quickly. "But don't ever call me a transvestite." "I won't," I promised. "I was just confused for a second there."