Sandbenders Avatar Novels & Stories

Genetics really did him dirty. Always average. Average height. Average build. Average everything. Well, until now. Because currently, in the dating app on his phone, tucked safely in his uniform pocket… he was Sandra. Sandra, with wild foxlike beauty, model curves, and doe eyes, men would sell their souls for. He scowled sideways at Aaron, who shot him a grin like a smug bastard. “‘Mr. All-at-attention-or-I ll-throw-you-overboard’ is late. I think we both know why.” Aaron snickered.