Joker Genderbend Novels & Stories

Diego scoffed. "The woman I have picked out will be quite the opposite. I am sure of it." Joker replied. "Why is she a lesbian?" Sym asked. "No. She's just, how do I say this nicely? A good girl." Joker laughed. That caught Cage's attention. There's no way Joker meant his beautiful good girl, right? Now he was paying attention to what Joker was saying. Joker explained the rules. Brothers could bet one night, one week, or one month. "What's your bet, Joker?" Diego asked.

I doubt we are in the frame. Mave’s face split to a grin of approval. ‘Seems Greg’s preference is guys, but that is risky so he hires women dressed as men and dominates them and finishes with the sex act, so that he fits the heterosexual world of conventions.’ ‘Like ... turns them into a woman during the act. Never heard of that one. Is that a variation of liking effeminate boys?’ ‘Could be,’ Mave confirmed. ‘I hadn’t looked at it like that.’ She thought a while.

"J– Jin... That's so thoughtful of you." Wasn't I the luckiest girl on the planet? Even after he found out that I could transform into a man, he still loves me. He shows so much love both when I'm a female and when I'm a dude. "He is the perfect blueprint for a man, isn't he?" Umbra muttered dreamily inside me. It felt kind of weird hearing him say that with his deep male voice, but I didn't have any problems with gay people. Wait... Did this mean I was technically gay?

Trevor strokes the hair from my face. "You and me both," I mumble under my breath around the ball gag in my mouth. Jase indulges me with some blood play sometimes. It's rare, but enough to take the edge off. I'm usually into bondage and kink play, but this is boring and not doing a thing for me. It's probably mostly because I'm J and C sexual. I get hard around Jase or Carley when I think about them. Now is not the time to grow, little Ran. He isn't listening. Oh, this is going to be fun to explain—Le sigh. I'm gender non-conforming, but that's not helpful, considering this guy believes my sex is female. Boo.

The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?" The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

He kept advancing, but the second I raised the heavy blow dryer in my hand like a lethal weapon and pointed it straight at his face, he halted in his tracks, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "I came to invite you to come eat." "Your sexy little whore couldn't have come to do it?" I asked, throwing a skeptical look toward the hallway. "Come on, he's not my whore. He just works here," Gideon drawled, with a casual, unbothered grace. "He?" I asked, my brows furrowing in genuine confusion as I paused my hairdryer. "He's going through a gender transition," Gideon explained simply, flicking a stray curl off his forehead.

Curse that motherfucking-cock-wrangler and his loose tongue. “Wait . . . did you? Do the gender-swap, I mean?” “Yeah, once,” he replies with a coy smile. “Was supposed to assassinate a politician from South America who had a proclivity for American women. Zeke offered to give the job to Mary Sue instead, but I said I was willing to try it out. The Appearance Artificers didn’t . . . ahem, cut anything off that couldn’t be replaced, of course. Just gave me a temporary boob job and some injections to soften my facial features. Didn’t need to pass a medical inspection or anything, just enough to get him alone in a hotel room to slit his throat and jump out the window.”

Brandon pointed out. "So you're saying Braze has a height kink?" Win said in surprise. "We're guys." "So?" Brandon shrugged. "Kinks can be gender neutral. You like Braze and myself on our knees when we suck you. You fucked girls anally. Why can't Braze have the kinks you had with girls just because you're a guy?" "Because we're guys," Win said again. "We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff."

Jens was very satisfied with his transformation of Whitney. Frankly, he did not think that it was bad for Whitney to have such a staunch character. He was just faintly worried that since Whitney, the Tigress, was so strong in martial arts that if even Baby Robbie was not a worthy opponent for her, then he certainly was not either. Nonetheless, Jens, the male chauvinist, refused to be dragged around by a violent woman. Hence, he very wisely started to mess around with Whitney just to change her into a meek and virtuous woman.