Gender Swapping Novels & Stories

I answer, looking at Kristina who nods solemnly. "What's to think about?" Mrs. Andrews asks. "It's incest! That's wrong!" "I need to think about who my father is!" Kristina answers. "All these years, I thought dad..." "Your dad is still your dad!" Mrs. Andrews admonishes. "It isn't sperm that makes a dad, it's who raises you!" Mom is giving me an imploring look, hoping I'll make some sort of declaration. "I don't think this is so easy," I say. "You're telling us that incest is wrong, but wife swapping isn't?" I ask sarcastically. "I think it's a little late to take the moral high ground, don't you? That train has already left the station."

"If the system is real, then go ahead and trade your healthy body with your sister." My mom's cold laugh rang out beside me, and in that moment, I finally realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I'd decided to test the system and chosen the swap in my mind. The next second, all of Erica Jenkins' injuries transferred onto me. The burned half of her face, the blindness in one eye, and even the limp in her leg became mine. Meanwhile, her face instantly returned to normal. She and Mom were ecstatic, yet neither of them cared how I felt.

"We are married and bonded... My rightful place is with him. Whether that means he will come here or I will return to the werewolf kingdom or somewhere in between." Nicole swallowed. She had suspected that they were in love, but she hadn't expected that. "Have you... swapped blood?" Daphne frowned, "What?" "Werewolves have mating bonds," Nicole said, "A bite and consummation. The vampire version of that is a blood swap." Daphne's lips twitched. She was a little surprised that they had something like it, but not that it involved blood. "He... has drank my blood." Her eyes widened, "How did this.... Why?"

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.”