From Brutish to Buxom (Waking up a Woman, #3) / Waking up a Woman (ePub)

When aspiring MMA fighter Ryan accidentally signs up for a women's medical study designed to reverse the body's production of male and female hormones, he is shocked to discover his body has transformed into that of a beautiful young woman!

Unable to reach the doctor who prescribed him the bizarre drug, Ryan decides to head to the gym to work these problems out the old fashioned way. But when a surprise encounter with a handsome, roguish personal trainer leads to a no-holds-barred sparring match, Ryan realizes that the strange stirrings within this new female body can be only be sated in one way; through the touch of a man.

As a gathering group of onlookers watches their fight, Ryan finds herself unable to resist making the first move. And when the crowd of muscular, attractive onlookers decides to join in, she's not about to say no to the free training session!

This story contains erotic gender-bending, first-time encounters as a woman, masturbation, exploration, multiple partners, and an unpredictable drug that turns men into horny, beautiful women.

Excerpt:

I enjoyed watching him scramble to get the equipment ready. I'd never had someone at my beck and call like this before, especially not someone as suave and good-looking as Jake. I could almost get used to this sort of thing. The few remaining employees at the gym had gathered around, realizing they were about to get a good show. All of them were guys. I could see several of them stealing glances at me, their hungry eyes travelling over the contours of my new body.

And why shouldn't they? I looked damn good, and I knew it. And I can't say that I really minded their stares. It was actually kind of nice to be getting so much attention from the cream of the crop. These were guys I had always looked up to, the fittest, most professional guys at the gym… and now they were all focused on me. It was flattering… and somehow, incredibly arousing.

I'd have to give them a good show.

Soon Jake and I were padded up and ready to go. Jake was going easy to start out, dancing back and forth, keeping his guard low and showboating a bit for the gathered crowd. Obviously he wasn't worried about what some random girl he'd never seen before could do. When I took a few shots at his face, then surprised him with a body blow followed by a low kick, all the guys erupted in cheers.

That's when I went for a takedown. Jake was still reeling, and definitely didn't expect it, so even though I hit him with a lot less force than I was used to, he lost his balance and we both tumbled over backwards. The crowd went silent, probably almost as surprised as he was to see one of the best fighters at the gym suddenly taken down by an unknown lady.

I found myself on top of him, his left arm in a lock, my breasts pressed up against his face. I could feel the heat of his body, smell his scent. I'd never really paid attention to what guys smelled like before, the deep, musky aroma mingled with the sweat of a good workout. It was strangely intoxicating, causing my head to swim with unexpected, new sensations and dirty thought I didn't even know I had.

I'd always hated being simply overpowered by the much larger, more muscular fighters. Being completely at their mercy had been my biggest pet peeve. But now, it occurred to me that with my new body, with the way guys like Jake would treat me, it didn't have to be quite the same. There were things I could do, little things, that guys like Jake would never be able to fully guard against.

I just had to be ready and willing, and completely, utterly shameless...