Gender Swapped Volume One by Sophie Pert

Author:Sophie Pert
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

Becoming the Beauty: Body Swapped with my Best Friends Wife

I’d only been in town for a little while, just crashing at my friends place. It was part of my nationwide tour, going from city to city, staying with friends and working odd jobs to build up enough cash to move on.

You see a few months ago I’d had a string of bad luck and decided a change was in order. So I just picked up and left my life behind. Not that I had a whole lot to leave behind.

I was always a bit of a lone wolf, making my way through the world not beholden to anyone or anything. I’d had connections, friendships, but not attachments or obligations.

That was just the way I liked it.

So I cashed in on these attachments with every city I landed in to find a couch to stay on while I was in town. It had worked out so far, though lately it seemed like the bad luck I’d been running from had finally caught up with me.

I’d slid into this town a few weeks ago and wound up crashing on the couch of my good friend Jack. We’d known each other since high school and stayed close that whole time, well as close as could be considering he moved halfway across the country.

He had a nice place now, a nice life, and a nice wife as well. So surely it was nothing to him if I borrowed his couch and his hospitality for a couple of weeks.

One of my other friends, someone I’d met working in one of the previous cities on my tour in fact, set me up with a friend of theirs who could always use some help with their bar as well. I’d been working there while I was in town, just busing tables and the like, nothing difficult but it made me some scratch to play with. Plus it was work in a bar and I love working in bars.

I’ll tell you why.

Working in the bar puts you in the unique position of spending a large portion of your time in prime pickup territory while being absolutely 100% sober. Well at least mostly sober.

Sober in comparison to the ladies at the bar at least, which means they are far more susceptible to being picked up and taken home for the night. Heck sometimes you didn’t even need to take them home.

You should though, as I learned.

Look it’s not my fault, lets just be clear about that. What happened. Not my fault. In the heat of the moment I doubt anyone would choose differently.

Let me lay it out here.

I was working like it was any ordinary day. Taking my time working my way through the place when this girl starts making eyes at me.

She was just my type, straight black hair with nice full breasts that somehow manage to be big and bouncy and perky all at the same time. Not too skinny but not fat, just enough cushion for it to be fun.

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