Genderswap Novels & Stories

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

On the day of my daughter's sip-and-see, I only invited the people closest to me. At the party, Benjamin stood up and announced, "Starting today, fifteen percent of Brighton Corp's shares will be transferred to Kyla in her name." The room went quiet for a beat—then broke into applause. Diana took my hand, eyes a little red. "Kyla, hold on to those shares. Don't give them to Bruce. A woman needs something that's hers. Even if love fades, you'll still have you." I squeezed her hand tighter. My chest felt warm, steady.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

Simultaneously, I felt deeply aggrieved for myself. For seven long years, I had been forced to masquerade as their daughter simply because of my gender. And yet, after everything... No one genuinely loved me. Grandpa, Marcus Vance, called to ask about the situation. Dad hesitated and stammered for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "Forget it. Worst-case scenario, we'll just adopt a baby girl when the time comes and claim she was born part of a set of twins." He paused, seemingly considering the words from the other end of the line, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know. I'll make sure everything is handled properly. I won't let a whisper of this leak out.

It was easier that way. Because whenever I had too much time to think, my thoughts always returned to the one thing I had spent years trying to hide. In this world, people are divided into three secondary genders. Alphas hold the highest status, gifted with natural strength and powerful suppressing pheromones. Betas make up most of the population. They have no pheromones and remain unaffected by Heats or Ruts. Then there are Omegas, the group society considers physically weakest, the ones who are often looked down upon and discriminated against.

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

Which of my half-brothers are being compelled to offer up the chance to find true love by binding themselves to a stranger for ten years…? Surely, it wouldn’t be crown prince Daniel who’s currently betrothed to one of councilman Galewing’s daughters. If I had to place a bet on it, it would be one of the twins… but which one? Archer, being a minute or so older than Angus, is the official ‘spare’ and therefore too precious to have tied to an inter-species marriage. Which means it must be Angus. Whipping out my new phone I type off a quick text message to him. R U IN IT TOO? THIS 200-YR SWAP?

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

I've been reborn. I've gone back to the morning when my sister, Tilda Archer, and I sit in the Werewolf Council Hall, waiting to choose our mates. In my previous life, Tilda throws herself at Mike Pierson, a promising young Alpha of the Pierson pack, while I'm paired with Phil Pierson, a nobody from a lesser branch of the pack. But just after Tilda is marked by Mike, he leads his warriors to the border. Not long after, word comes back that he has been killed in battle. Meanwhile, Phil rises to power amid the bloodshed and chaos, eventually becoming the Alpha who rules over wolves across the entire wasteland. Without the Alpha's protection, Tilda endures endless contempt and torment withi

"Daddy? He looks like a girl, doesn't he?" His eyes pierced my whole being. His admiration for what he saw could not escape my eyes. I just want to kneel. . . and pray. He smiled at me causing me to swallow again. "Good morning," he greeted. I bowed slightly, "G-good morning too." He was very attractive on his attire. I swallowed again when I saw his big arm. He held out one of his hands in front of me, "I'm KYLE VARGAS," he Introduced.