Gender Swap Potion Problem

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The liquid in the bottle smelled like absinthe, it burned the throat like whiskey, but instead of a hangover, Alex and Cassandra woke up with a much bigger problem. Their bodies changed in the night, moving across the spectrum between delicate femininity and rugged masculinity. Cass only had a little and might still pass as her old self. Alex though, he finished of the whole bottle and nobody would recognize him, strike that, her now.

This seven thousand word erotica short is a lewd standalone by Randal Rogue featuring gender swap goodness, a sexy futanari, and a great deal of racy action.

Author: Randall Rogue
Length: 7000 words.
Series: None
Content: Gender-Swap, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Lesbian, Magic, Dickgirl, Fucking, Blowjob, Transformation

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Excerpt:

Cass picked an outfit for her husband from the newly purchased and talked to her through the closed door of the bathroom as she got changed, just to wait for the completed look for the reveal. For the first time, they really spoke about the changes to their bodies in the last week. Alex told her how strange the world was being smaller and weaker, how she was surprised women didn’t go around terrified all the time. Cass sympathized with the opposite gender’s “boner trouble” and got a hearty laugh from her husband.

“I’ll never wonder why women use so much toilet paper.” Alex sounded like her mood was better than it had been all week as she spoke. “In restrospect, it seems obvious, but guys have no idea.”

Cassandra laughed. “Yeah, truth be told, I’m still doing it the girl way. Haven’t had the nerve to try standing up yet.”

“What? No. What’s got you so scared?”

“I just don’t want to make a mess.”

“It’s not that hard, unless it’s hard, of course.”

“I’ll get around to it.”

The bathroom door opened and Alex stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip. “Well, how ‘bout now?”

Cass marvelled, mouth hanging open. When she’d picked the outfit, she thought she knew was she was doing, but her imagination hadn’t lived up to the real thing. Alex wore a dark pleated skirt, spaghetti strap top, and a pair of white thigh high socks. She looked amazing and Cass found herself wondering just how long her husband need to actually wear these before she could start taking them off.

Alex’s freckled face broke into a grin at her wife’s slack-jawed ogling. “I take it that I look good.”

“You look great.” Cass stepped in and kissed her again, putting her hand on Alex’s hip as she leaned in.

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