Genderswap Novels & Stories

I squirm out of Vincent's grasp, catching a trace of sickly sweet scent lingering around him—one that isn’t mine at all. "While it's true that the Moonlake pack is going to form a bonding alliance with the Brownstone pack, my future mate isn't necessarily you." ... I stared at the soda can tab that Vincent Sawyer, my future mate, had slid onto my finger. For a long time, I couldn't utter a word. The loud music and the sounds of chatter, which made up the boisterous atmosphere, died down instantly. The guests' murmurs soon filled the room. "What's that? It looks like a can tab…"

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.

"You know exactly what we're about to face. But it doesn't matter—we'll be free of his control sooner if we make this money." I smiled quietly, saying nothing. Around us, a few other girls were watching. Axel began his manipulative pitch, telling them the only way to go to Zandumore was through fake marriages. He promised all the husbands would be respectable, high-quality men to reassure everyone.

They were two people who'd done this to themselves, on purpose, together, down here, in a room with two mismatched chairs and a bed one of them had smuggled past a hundred servants for the privilege of not sleeping alone, and likely having lots of ‘experimental sex’. My bride-swap marriage was not supposed to have any sex in it. I'd been raised on the rule that made it a crime, never once on the reason. No Marwick blood in a vampire; no vampire sucking blood from a Marwick. And definitely no Mage dick anywhere near a vampire.

She added when she noticed everyone’s eyes on her. “But we don’t know the gender yet, we can’t just get things.” Connor said. “There’s something called Unisex, Connor.” Julia said using her fingers to quote herself when she said “Unisex”. “Oh. Like for males and females at the same time?” He asked. “Yes.” Julia answered. “We can get them at ACE and also we need some stuffs in preparation of the funeral, remember?” She added and we all agreed on the shopping.

However, due to this, there were many restrictions in the forum which meant one couldn’t blabber anyhow. “It even has items from earth… oh!! Those clothes you purchased for me in the first world, damn you just grabbed anything huh? You could have picked better clothes! Can I resale ‘em or something?” Dina chattered excitedly. Checking out the millions of items within the store made Dina dizzy, she was already bad at picking things to buy and now it was an intergalactic store with all sorts of things it became even worse. “So many things to purchase, things that can make even the possible impossible… a gender package that can change you to any gender or even both, a race package, a superpower

Only it seemed the establishment I’d wandered into wasn’t exactly what I’d thought. “I know what this is,” I said, wagging my finger. I nodded as Gage recalled the evening. It hadn’t gone well at all and we’d just assume forget it. Jett put his hands on his hips and waited for me to finish my explanation. Sawyer looked at me intently as well. “This song is about males that dress up like females. The hair, dresses, everything. Make-up. They dance and they’re called Queens,” I said, nodding. Lola must have heard me over the music, she burst out laughing.

"I don't know if I did it right. And anyway, I'm sick with a fever, and I'm kind of dizzy, and dying, and missing part of my arm." "You amuse me. Your brain is interesting." Keltrix leaned over him and once more stroked his chest. "You seem caught up on this gender problem." "Gender?" "I do not have a gender, Human. No matter what you label me, I am not male or female. I reproduce on my own. I am simply Dagerstanteen. I am warrior. You neither kissed male nor female. Does that help?" Murry stared into the blue eyes and sighed. "So… I did okay?"

“Out here, beyond the capital, there are people who could like both genders. There are also chances where a woman would like another woman, a man like another man. There could also be chances where a man would consider himself a woman, and again, vice versa.” “And that…isn’t weird?” “No,” Yohan says, taking out the things he bought from the merchant and drops them by the sink. He starts rinsing the shrimp and the shellfish. He places the spices beside the sink and arranges them so that I can easily pick them up if I ever use it to cook. “Why would it be weird?” “Well, you know, isn’t it supposed to be a man and a woman?”

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.