Genderswap Novels & Stories

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

The male lead I picked out, James Linden, doesn't love me anymore. He's broken away from the and has fallen in love with the secondary female lead, Yvette West. On the day of our wedding, he insists on making things official with her. "You've gone mad, James! We arranged your marriage to Mia with the Churchill family ages ago!" James' father, Jack Linden, yells angrily at him. He attempts to stop James, but the latter has already gotten carried away and is poised to escape alongside Yvette. I sigh as I listen to the system clamoring in my ears, informing me that the romance between the male and female leads has been ruined. "Then, let's just choose another male lead," I say tiredly, l

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

To an outsider, the machine would appear fatally corrupted. In less than three minutes, Skylar had effortlessly breached the Yuncheng Police Department’s database. With the speed of thought, she fabricated a completely new legal identity for herself, setting the age at eighteen and, with a wry smile that barely touched her lips, designated the gender as Male. She used the café’s grainy webcam to capture her beautiful, sharp-featured profile. Henceforth, in the eyes of the domestic government, Skylar Vance now had a second, entirely distinct, androgynous identity for maximum operational flexibility. She also made a quick edit to her existing identity file, changing the gender to male as well.

After walking out of the pack house, I thought I would break down and cry. But I didn't. I just felt empty. There was a huge hole in my chest. The cold night wind howled right through it. The lingering agony from Damien's rejection was a constant, dull throb. My phone vibrated. It was a text from Damien. "I have withdrawn the announcement of our mating ceremony. I informed everyone that we will not be mates due to incompatible personalities. From this day on, we are no longer connected in any way."

Nikolai’s coldness, the evidence of murder, the modeling shoots I was terrified of, and now pressure to have babies with a man who hated me. I grabbed my phone and started typing desperately: *body swap*, *body changing*, *soul exchange*. I deleted and retyped several times, trying to make it sound less crazy. When I searched, I got nothing useful. Just weird forums and fiction stories. This was not supposed to happen. I needed to find the person who took this body to the hospital. That person had to know something. They were the only one who might explain how I ended up in Chloe’s body. I dropped the phone on the bed and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col

The night before we're supposed to go to the city hall to get married, my fiancee suddenly breaks the silence after we sleep together. "A man in his 30s simply doesn't have the stamina of a younger guy." I'm so caught off guard that I stop pulling my pants back up. Heather Reid rubs the red marks on her shoulder, as if savoring a memory. When she catches me looking, she lights a cigarette with a smirk on her face. "Last night, that young sweetheart of mine simply wouldn't leave me alone and kept asking for more." My breath catches, and all the color drains from my face. I stare at her. "What did you just say? Heather, quit messing around. We're supposed to get married tomorrow." As if

After reuniting with my family, I become the real son in a story about a fake heir and the real one. But on the 15th of every month, my sister, Ingrid Lawson, and I switch bodies for a day. Whenever I'm in her body, I carefully maintain her professional relationships and do my best to protect her image as the heiress. But she treats my life like a joke she can end whenever she wants. One month, she puts the fake heir Don Lawson's name on the proposal I have worked so hard on. The next month, she tears up my diagnosis of severe depression. When I tell her to stop, she just laughs impatiently. "Depression? That's just your tactic to get the inheritance. "Don has been frail since he was

who doesn't have gender to be defined by. "If it behooves you," Zir responded with a soft smile. Zir eyes locking with mine. "Then fine, I suppose I see no harm." Zir spun on their heel, backed up and gave me some space. "I'm gender neutral. So yes, I don't have a gender."