Novel & Cerita Genderswap

The air was thick with anticipation, a quiet buzz of excitement under the surface as we went about our daily routine. For months, Jiro and I had been waiting for this day, the day when Mina would finally manifest—when her second gender would become clear. Hibiki had already undergone his manifestation a few years earlier, proudly identifying as a Dominant Alpha, but we knew that Mina's journey would be different. She had been growing up so fast, with her quiet elegance and intelligence shining brightly, but we couldn’t help but wonder what her second gender would be.

I only wanted to wait until later to switch our identities back so I could protect your reputation. "It's all my fault. You can beat me or punish me however you like, but please don't say I stole anything." The Crown Prince immediately pulled her into his embrace and looked at me coldly. "Ms. Genevieve, since you were unwilling to marry me, why come here now to make a scene? Cordelia rescued you from an awkward situation. Instead of being grateful, you slander her? "I only recognize Cordelia as my wife today. Since we have exchanged vows, this is heaven's will."

"What is this? How is this possible? Weren't you carrying triplets?" "Did someone swap the three babies?" The moment I walked in, all three men turned on me. Quinn rushed up to me. "Fiona, you were jealous that Jennifer gave birth to triplets, so you planned this. You swapped them out with this thing. I thought you'd actually changed for the better, but you were just waiting for the chance to steal our children." Grayson pointed at me and cursed. "I've never met anyone as vicious as you. Not only did you steal the babies, but you even replaced them with this cursed thing to frighten us."

"Possible is such a timid word." I continued, every sentence came as a blade. "Theo was born Beta-classed. No natural Omega cycling. Useful to you only if changed." "Changed?" Kael shouted. "Forced secondary gender conversion," I said. Kael's voice came rough and dangerous. "What did you do to him?" Damien glanced at him. "Improved him." Kael nearly fired. I spoke first. "Endocrine rewrites. Pheromone gland stimulation. Receptor grafts. Hormonal shock cycles. Heat induction. Suppressant dependency. Scent-layering to make the conversion read as natural under poor scrutiny."

wedding. … The next morning, I got a call on my way to the house. "Ms. Powell, we really can't get the dress back to the original fit in time…" The voice on the other end was full of apologies. I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. No need to fix it." I hung up and tapped the steering wheel. That dress was a custom piece from a top bridal designer. Three separate fittings just to nail my measurements. But before I even got to see the final product, Derek had secretly handed it over to Riley for a try-on—and had another designer alter it to her size.

I groaned, my head falling back against the cool tiles as her tongue swirled around the ridge. Beside her, Sarah was watching, her eyes wide and hungry as if she hadn't just suck my cock just now. She leaned in and took my other side, her lips pressing against the base of my shaft. The two girls began to take turns, one sucking on the tip, the other at the base, their hands stroking the shaft in between. The sensation was overwhelming, a dual assault of warmth and wetness that made my toes curl. I looked down at them, my eyes half-lidded with pleasure, watching as they shared my cock like it was the most precious thing in the world.

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

Frank then helped me up and gently fed me some water. "Thank you for saving me," I replied. He responded, "How about helping me out if you're truly thankful?" "What?" I looked up at him, confused. "My family has been pressuring me about marriage lately. Can you act as my girlfriend to help me deal with them?" Frank's earnest expression showed he meant business. I looked at him in silence. "I've already covered the medical bills. Just rest here and don't worry about the cost. This is my business card. You can contact me after you've thought it over." Frank left the ward after handing me his card.

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

Back then, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. I then sent the money back to Rose, and we quickly got back together. Was she trying to use this as some kind of compensation for me, again? She seemed to have forgotten that for someone who had been hurt, gestures like this never meant anything—they only eased the giver's conscience. Without hesitation, I transferred the money back. Almost immediately, the transfer failed—Rose had closed the account. I was wondering what to do next when a friend messaged me. We ended up chatting for a while, and by the time we were done, it was late. I let it slip from my mind.