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  Contents

  Copyright

  Switched with a Bitch

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Tyler’s Girl

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Cassidy’s Revenge

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Leading Lady

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Hostess

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Transformation Vacation

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Easy Money

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Parlor Games

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  A Note from Dana

  Also by D.L. Savage

  © 2018 Dana Louise Savage

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  Switched with a Bitch

  1

  “This isn’t what I ordered!”

  The woman didn’t seem to care that there was a huge queue of customers building behind her as she made her complaint. It was the lunchtime rush at the coffee shop, and as always I was left alone to serve, while the manager, Rick, sat out back doing accounts.

  “I’m sorry, madam,” I said, trying my hardest to remain polite as she fumed and raged. “I thought you said flat white.”

  “I did,” she snapped back, lifting up her expensive sunglasses and piercing me with a set of cold grey eyes. “But I asked for a medium and this is large. Make it again.”

  The most embarrassing thing about this whole exchange was that I couldn’t help but find her hot, even though she was bawling me out. She had that whole sexy businesswoman thing going on – tanned, flawless skin, her glossy brown hair tied in a severe ponytail, and her slim body shown off by a sexy white pantsuit. Pathetic as it sounds, I had a secret thing for mean, bitchy women.

  “Couldn’t I just pour it out into a medium cup for you?” I offered, shooting a nervous glance at the insane line of people that was growing behind her. “We’re kind of busy and ...”

  “I’m afraid that isn’t good enough,” she spat back, her glossy lips narrowing into a venomous snarl. “In fact, let me talk to your manager.”

  She folder her arms across her chest, then shot me the kind of look that suggested she wouldn’t be budging an inch until I’d brought Rick out from the back.

  “I’ll uh ... go and grab him,” I muttered, my face flushing with heat as I turned and dashed out to the back room, where Rick was sat hunched over the computer as usual.

  I caught a glimpse of the monitor screen, and it was open on Facebook.

  “Sorry to bother you, Rick,” I said, knowing he hated being disturbed, “but there’s a woman at the counter. She’s just freaking out over nothing really, but she wants to talk to you.”

  “God damn, it can’t you see I’m busy, Matt?” he sighed, quickly tabbing across to a spreadsheet before swiveling around in his seat. “Just give her her order on the house.”

  “Alright,” I mumbled, before heading back out to the counter.

  By now the line was so huge it actually extended right out of the shop, and I felt a cold sweat prickle out on my body as I nervously approached the bitch at the counter again.

  “I’m afraid he’s really tied up,” I said as politely as I possibly could. “But as a goodwill gesture, we’d like to offer this coffee on the house.”

  “Fine,” she spat back in a mean, cold voice, snatching her coffee cup. “But that’s the last time I set foot in this dump.”

  As she turned to leave I couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance at her ass, which looked amazing in that tight white pantsuit, her buttocks jiggling as she strutted out of the shop.

  Thankfully, the next person in line was a kindly looking old woman, who was wrapped in a large purple overcoat, even though it was a warm spring day outside.

  “Don’t worry, son,” she said in a quiet voice, leaning in across the counter. “You did nothing wrong, some people are just born mean.”

  “Thanks,” I smiled back. “So what can I get you, madam?”

  “Just a glass of water,” she replied.

  “Actually, we have free water in jugs over there at the end of the counter,” I explained. “Please, help yourself.”

  “Ah, lovely,” she smiled. But before she left the counter, she reached into her pocket and brought out what looked like a small pink candy wrapped in cellophane, setting it down in front of me. “And if you want to teach that woman a lesson,” she said cryptically, “eat this.”

  “Uh, okay, sure,” I said, politely taking the candy and slipping into my pocket, shooting her a smile as she headed off towards the end of the counter.

  We got so many crazy people coming into the shop, this kind of thing was a pretty regular occurrence, and I quickly got back to work, forgetting all about the candy in my pocket ...

  * * *

  My shifts at the coffee shop lasted eight hours, but it always felt like a god damn eternity. I’d been there a few months by that point, after the video game store that I previously worked in went out of business. And I still wasn’t fully used to the change of pace, racing around all day on my feet as I completed coffee order after coffee order.

  That evening, as I caught the bus back to my shitty studio apartment in the suburbs, I sank down into my seat and put in my ear buds, glad to simply take the weight off my feat for a little while and rest my aching legs. And as the bus drove slowly back towards my neighborhood, I found my thoughts turning again to that mean, sexy businesswoman at the counter.

  I knew there was no way in hell a chick like that would ever consider someone like me sexy, and maybe that was part of what I found such a turn on. I’d always secretly lusted after strict authority figures. My first crush had been on my grade school teacher, Mrs Parsons, and my next had been on a friend’s sporty mom. There was just something so damn hot about bitchy older women, and maybe my strange tastes were part of the reason I was still single at twenty years old. Hell, I’d only slept with three chicks in my entire life, and they’d all been one night stands.

  Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by the loud rumble of my stomach – reminding me that I hadn’t eaten a thing since my twelve o’ clock lunch break, and now it was well after six.

  God damn it, I thought, as it dawned on me that I’d already consumed the only left food in my apartment – a crappy frozen pizza – late las
t night before bed. I didn’t even have any chips or ramen in my cupboards, and this meant I’d have to get off the bus a couple stops early in order to swing by the only mini mart in my shitty, run-down neighborhood.

  As my stomach gave out another gurgle, even louder than the first, I found myself wishing I had anything at all to snack on, just to take the edge off my hunger.

  Which was when I remembered the candy that crazy old woman had given me. Sure, as a kid I knew you weren’t supposed to accept gifts off strangers, but I was grown man, and even though she didn’t seem like she was exactly sane, I still felt pretty sure that she wasn’t out to poison me.

  I dug my hand into the pocket of my pants and fished it out, quickly unwrapping it and popping it into my mouth, taken aback by the complex flavor – a surprisingly delicate mix of strawberry and pineapple with hints of something kinda spicy, too. Damn, it was good, way better than I’d been expecting, and I found myself savoring it and enjoying it like it was a tiny, gourmet desert, even feeling a little sad when it was gone and wishing I had a few more.

  But my pleasure was quickly overridden by a woozy, sleepy feeling, and I felt my heart start to drum as I wondered if that old women really had drugged me after all. As the bus approached the stop for the mini mart, I found myself remaining in my seat, no longer caring about grabbing some food, just wanting to be home in my bed.

  As it reached my stop, I had to muster all my energy just to reach out and hit the stop button. And as the bus came to a halt, I had to grit my teeth to force myself up out of my seat, weaving down the aisle like I was drunk.

  “You okay there, buddy?” the driver asked as I stumbled down the steps to the curb, and I wasn’t even able to answer him, save from a small nod and a wave of the hand.

  Luckily the bus stop was directly outside my apartment building, and after fumbling around with my key for what felt like an eternity I managed to make it inside. I pushed the door closed behind me, then stumbled to my messy, dirty bed, which had never looked more inviting in my entire life, falling face first onto it, still in all my clothes, and slipping almost instantaneously into a heavy, dreamless sleep ...

  2

  A harsh buzzing sound rose me from my slumber, and I sat up in bed, for a moment worried that some kind of fire alarm was going off in my apartment complex. But the sight that greeted me made no fucking sense whatsoever. Because somehow I wasn’t even in my apartment any more. Gone were the cramped beige walls of my windowless bedroom, and instead huge windows flooded this unfamiliar elegant room with bright natural sunlight.

  What’s more, my chest felt weird. Kind of heavy, like there was something tugging at it, and when I reached up to touch myself there, my hands were met by warm pillowy flesh.

  What the actual fuck?!

  Somehow I’d grown breasts overnight, not to mention dressing myself in weird silky pajamas, and switched apartments. My hair felt odd too, and when I tried to brush it out of my face, I realized with a fresh pang of surprise that it was super long and thick and glossy all of a sudden.

  What the hell was happening?

  My heart was pounding and I felt totally disorientated, my swirling thoughts crashing, while that strange buzzing noise persisted, too. And when I realized it was coming from a sleek brand new iPhone, the hand that finally fumbled off the alarm wasn’t mine, either. Instead of my usual chunky fingers with their bitten dirty nails, I now had long sleek tanned fingers with glossy carefully manicured nails.

  Slowly the truth began to dawn on me, a truth I couldn’t quite bring myself to believe. Somehow I’d transformed into a woman overnight. Or more precisely, I’d woken up inside a woman’s body, here in her apartment. A part of me wondered if I was still dreaming, but it felt so damn real, it just had to be true.

  I let myself flop back in bed for a moment as I gathered my thoughts, my head resting against the most sumptuous comfortable pillows, my whole body coursing with adrenaline and shock, as I desperately tried to calm down, to think, to work out what the fuck was even happening.

  Did it have something to do with that candy, perhaps?

  Suddenly the old woman’s words flashed back into my head: If you want to teach that woman a lesson eat this ...

  I’d certainly felt pretty drugged after I’d eaten it, and my last memory was of stumbling home and crashing into my bed where I’d fallen immediately asleep. But could it really have been some kind of magic; a candy with body-swapping properties? The idea seemed so preposterous, so absurd, that I just couldn’t take it seriously. Yet at the same time, how else was I supposed to explain the fucked up situation I now found myself in?

  As I finally began to relax, a new thought dawned on me.

  Did I still have a dick?

  I took a nervous, shaky breath, then slipped a hand gingerly beneath the waistband of the blue silky pajama bottoms I was wearing, my fingertips first grazing not my usual wiry bush but instead the prickle of stubble. And as my fingers traced further downward, I gasped in shock as my fingertip grazed against a small nub of flesh that sent a surprisingly powerful flash of pleasure through my body. WTF? I let my fingers trace even further down, and sure enough, instead of my usual sweaty junk, I instead discovered two plump, shaved lips that felt really good when I touched them, causing me to let out a soft, involuntary sigh, as my fingers actually slipped a little way inside me there, eased by the warm gooey fluid that seemed to be seeping out from the hole between my legs.

  This is totally insane, I thought, as I began to toy and stroke my brand new pussy, taken aback by just how fucking good it felt – way better than my dick. This was on a whole other level! I hadn’t even come yet, and the sensations that were fluttering through me were already so much more intense than any orgasm I’d ever experienced in all my twenty years on earth. As I picked up pace and actually started to finger fuck myself, I began to get lost in the swarming, fluttering sensations, letting my eyes close, feeling my muscles start to tense and hearing the girly, involuntary moans that were spilling from my lips as I fully gave myself up to the sensations, bracing myself as I could feel an orgasm approaching …

  Oh ... my ... god ...

  I could feel my pussy spasming around my fingers as my whole body quaked, my mind flashing totally blank for a second as the most crazily intense damn orgasm of my life wracked through me, leaving me shuddering and sweaty in its wake, gasping for breath.

  As I slowly returned to my senses, a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, as I began to realize just how much fun I could have in this body. After all, wasn’t it secretly every horny teenage guy’s fantasy, to wake up in the body of a hot chick? And now, somehow, it had actually happened to me!

  Another difference was that I still felt super horny, even though I’d just cum, and soon I was at it again, this time letting one hand slip into my top to really explore my breasts, my left hand cupping a small but firm tit that fit perfectly in my palm, my eager fingers tweaking and tugging at my new nipples which were so much more sensitive than my old ones, hard and tight and standing out from the soft warm flesh of my breasts in two puckered points, while my other hand once again slipped between my legs, toying with my soaking wet pussy, again working me up to a state of writhing, sighing pleasure in seconds.

  But this time my fun was shattered by a noise that snapped me back into the moment: Bang, bang bang!

  It sounded like someone violently hammering on the door to the apartment, and I quickly pulled my hands away from my body, involuntarily clutching the soft white sheets to my body in shock and fear, as I wondered who the hell it could be.

  “Open up!” came a voice a moment later; a guy’s voice that sounded strangely familiar.

  I pushed the sheets off my body, then slipped out of the bed and began to walk in the direction of the noise. My new body felt so much more lithe and healthy, and it felt weird but not unpleasant to have all that long glossy hair, too, dancing around my shoulders as I walked. I could feel the subtle weight of my breasts, too, bob
bing gently beneath my pajama top as I padded through that strange, stylish apartment, towards the banging noise at the door.

  When I finally reached it, I paused, putting my eye to the spyhole to see who it was, and what I saw made my stomach lurch in pure horror. Because standing there, his arms folded angrily across his chest, was me ...

  3

  I stood frozen at the door, heart hammering, wondering what the hell to do. Was that really me out there, I thought, wondering if perhaps I’d imagined it. But another nervous peek through the spyhole confirmed my suspicions, and I jumped in fright as they hammered at the door again. I knew I had no choice but to answer it, and so after a final deep breath to steady myself, I unlatched the door and pulled it open.

  It was so fucking weird, seeing my old body standing there, looking back at myself, just a few feet away. I watched as his face grew white with shock, and then a moment later he crumpled to the floor.

  I knelt down, slapping his face, but he’d obviously fainted, so I tried to grab his ankles to pull him into the apartment. But damn, he was heavy! I knew I wasn’t particularly overweight, but to my new female body, the bulk of my old male form felt like a sack of bricks, and I’d only managed to drag myself a little way into the apartment before I had to give up, totally out of breath.

  Luckily my old self started waking again, staring at me with the same horror and disbelief as before, shaking his head and pushing himself up to sitting. “Get the fuck out of my body,” he said.

  It was so weird to hear my voice like that. What’s more, I had to admit, from where I was standing I didn’t actually look too bad. Sure I was a little scruffy and unshaven, but I didn’t look like the total out-of-shape dweeb I often thought of myself as.

  “I can’t,” I said apologetically. “I’m as shocked as you are by all this.”