Genderswap Novels & Stories

If humans had the opposite population problem, the Zen could be as much saviors to them as the humans were to the Zen. "Their species has no breeding difficulties," Reader shrugged a shoulder, "Neither gender is more common than the other. Humans do have unusual births where the babe is not distinctly male or female. They call these children 'intersex.' Sometimes a human's body will present female while the mind identifies itself as male or exactly the opposite happens -they call this 'transgender'- and both cases result in the offspring seeking scientific intervention to help them become the gender they need to be." Guard shook his head slowly in negation, "How can a body be the opposite of

I couldn’t wait to see what sort of extra abilities Rem could gift everyone. Rem smiled up at me softly. “I can’t wait to see what our future will hold, after the war,” he said happily, his fingers slowly stroking my inner thighs in slow, sensual strokes. “Me too,” I agreed and with a flush of my cheeks, I leaned down, offering Rem’s lips a passionate kiss. “Maybe I’ll do a little Star magic and have your pups, you think?” I partly joked. Truth was, Seren’s words rang through my mind constantly since that moment. Spirits have no gender and I had been awakened now. No reason I had to comply with mortal norms. Right?

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

She stomps and pouts. “Oh, he can and he does, sugar! Except you still got Nova’s gender wrong, they have a dick but that doesn’t make them a boy. They are a non-binary person who fucks Ambrose in ways no girl can!” Cade is in diva mode. His head is bobbin and he is giving the disapproving stare down. “Cade, let’s just get this stuff for the party and go! We still need lunch and have to finish our shopping before meeting up with Ambrose.” I say in a sweet but no nonsense tone.

Almost everyone knows all that can be done by any person who is crazy about love but there is something even more strange than all, you change your personality as well as your gender just for the one you love. I can't believe what Amber share with me about George Victor who is one of the best plastic surgeons in the US, but he came back to the country for Hellen who was his childhood friend and dearest, he almost ran out of money for Hellen's treatment and had an offer a one million dollar from a gay mad patient that challenged him to something he could do and that changed his gender and he did it for money and treatment for Hellen.

Sarah POV I expected the inside to be a profusion of rainbows and inspirational posters, which it was, but there was also a sense of purpose everyone seemed to carry that I greatly appreciated. Another point of interest was the breakdown of the different gender, queer, wolf, and human identities into various groups that identified themselves in various ways. Some groups had special howls, others songs and dances, as well as flags, pins, shirts, candles, and other things I recognized as sex toys and both human and wolf baby items.

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

Realizing that things were going south, she turned around to flee. Yet, she had only taken two steps when a massive volume of high-pressure water jets suddenly blasted out from the walls on both sides of the hallway. Mixed into the water jets were streaks of neon-green fluorescent powder and potent tear gas. Natalie coughed violently. "My eyes!" she shrieked. Blasted left and right by the pressure, she ended up sprawled miserably on the ground. Her makeup was entirely ruined, and the green fluorescent gunk made her look like a toxic toad.