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Me-She (my supernatural gender swap)
Tyler allowed Klaus to place the narrow Skinwalker belt around his waist. Its Native American shape-shifting magic would grant him the Power of the Wolf. But as he began to Change, he realized he was turning into a bitch. An actual Wolf-Bitch. When he returned to human form, he was now a she. This was not part of his plan. Was the Power worth the price? Can he convince Klaus to restore his masculinity? (This is the first in a series of an ...
Me-She (my supernatural gender swap)
Tyler allowed Klaus to place the narrow Skinwalker belt around his waist. Its Native American shape-shifting magic would grant him the Power of the Wolf. But as he began to Change, he realized he was turning into a bitch. An actual Wolf-Bitch. When he returned to human form, he was now a she. This was not part of his plan. Was the Power worth the price? Can he convince Klaus to restore his masculinity? (This is the first in a series of an adults only story of sizzling and sexy Supernatural Gender Swap. Includes scenes of gender bender sex with an alpha werewolf pack leader. It involves graphically explicit sex that Apple will not allow me to list--but trust me--it's all there. If you'd like to see the details, check out the same title over on Amazon.)
Tyler's face alternated between defiance and confusion. I enjoyed being able to discipline a wayward youth into line. He was just at that delicate and delicious tipping point, moving from boy into man—just about to claim his true adulthood. Perfect. He looked as if he weren't used to following orders. He'd learn soon enough.
“Television and movies will lie to you,” I told him. “—sell you the idea you can only change with the fullness of the moon.” I moved to face him again, leaning towards his slim body. “It is a lie we have cultivated as carefully as the vampires have convinced the world they are powerless when dawn comes. The less that is known about our truths, the better.”
I caressed the Skinwalker belt, barely touching it, feeling the tingle of the supernatural energy it held. My fingers brushed his naked flesh and he unconsciously drew a sharp breath. “With this you can change when you will. You have the choice of transitioning from a werewolf to true wolf form. You can decide if you will be indistinguishable from a Mexican Gray Wolf—or take on the meta-human form you have seen me wear.”
I emphasized my words by extending my fingers, letting them shift into dark tipped claws. His eyes widened.
He was responding as he should. His still adolescent looking body was lightly dusted with hair. That would also soon change. “You are reacting to the Skinwalker belt—and to me.” He looked up and I caught the intoxicating smell of fear rise off of him. “Skinwalking is a type of sexual magic. To accept the Change, you must accept that sexual energy.”
“I'm not gay!” he protested. Ah, defiance—struggle--defeat--the best of all spices to the inevitable ending I had planned.
“The magic doesn't care about labels.,” I told him. “It feeds on what some call tantric energy—for the purpose of the belt, it doesn't matter if you are male or female. It only requires your arousal. Even as I speak, you are aware of something rising up from the base of your spine. You may feel it as a type of heat, snaking upwards, pulling your manhood with it.” I looked down to see him responding. His body was slender. His manhood was not.
I slipped behind him—he had a classic bubble butt. “If this is what you want, then you must surrender to the Skinwalker magic—surrender to yourself.” My now clawed fingertips eased with an infinite gentleness from beneath the roundness of his ass cheeks, drawing upwards. I continued to draw my claws across his firm and luscious flesh. He gasped and arched his back.
Posted June 18, 2014
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