Me-She: Me-She 2 my supernatural gender swap: Alpha Werewolf Erotica (ePub)

Me-She 2 my supernatural gender swap: Alpha Werewolf Erotica  Tyler gained the Power of the Wolf he had sought, but didn't know it came at the price of his masculinity. The Native American magic that let him join the werewolf pack also switched his gender. The Pack leader explained one was either born to be a Wolf, or to bear a Wolf. Tyler now finds himself a beautiful female, in human or true wolf form. The Pack leader has little interest in returning Tyler to a male form—particularly since he sees Tyler as the one to breed a new generation of full blood pups. (An adults only story of Supernatural Gender Swap. Includes scenes of gender bender sex with an alpha wolf pack leader engaging in graphic and explicit sexual activity that Apple finds too objectionable for me to list--but trust me--it's there. If you'd like to see more details, check out the description of the same book over on Amazon.)

Excerpt:

Tyler

Who could adjust to having his dick becoming a pussy in less than two minutes? And boobs! I mean, major boobs! I brushed my hair one last time, unused to the new length and fullness. I will admit—I'd do me. In fact, with an odd modesty, I'd say I was higher up on the food chain as a female than I had been as a male. The boobs were the deciding factor. Boobs always win.

Granted, a dick did a major weigh-in, but boobs are boobs 24/7, and trust me, even the most dependable of dicks didn't have that sort of endurance. Klaus seemed to have the same opinion, although as the alpha male of the Pack, I'm sure he didn't do any walking on the wild side. If by wild side you meant a gender swap.

I self-consciously touched the narrow belt of wolf fur that never left my body now. Its Native American Skinwalker magic granted me the Power of the Wolf. I could easily shift to true wolf form, or the extremely useful metahuman form of a wolfman—or in my case these days—a wolfwoman.

Turning into a wolf was a lot less psychologically stressful than turning into a woman. I mean, face it—on some level we embrace our animal side. It doesn't matter if it's about sex or food. But after a lifetime of having won the genetic lottery of malehood in a paternalistic and sexist society, suddenly becoming female meant I had all of that taken away.

I wondered once more if I had stayed a male, would Klaus treat me with more respect than he did now? He was always on the edge of charming, but he was also focused on being dominant, which just re-enforced the whole Male/female thing. Although in all honesty, I was learning to enjoy having someone in charge of my life. As a sophomore in college, I wasn't really in control of my life by any definition anyway.

Even being here was really about using my Spring Break as an explanation of why I wasn't in school and wasn't obediently home in Ohio. Instead I was at Klaus' estate, trying to figure out my place in my new Pack. I looked over at Patricia and Pauline. I couldn't figure out their ethnicity, but again—I'd do either one of them in a minute.

I put my brush down and stole another look at them. They had just returned from some trip and I didn't know anything about them other than their names. I gave up and admitted to myself I wanted to know if they were actual women, or if the magic had messed with them as well. Knowing they had started out as dudes made a difference to me, no matter how well they had turned out.

With their clothes on I couldn't tell if they wore the Skinwalker belt and we all shared that in common.