When aspiring MMA fighter Devin is slipped a strange, experimental Russian drug by his arch-rival, the scheming and amoral Cain, he is shocked to discover his body has transformed into that of a beautiful young woman!
With his professional fighting career suddenly put on hold, Devin conspires to get back at Cain in the only way he can think to: by giving him a taste of his own medicine! But first Devin must get close enough to do the deed - and if that means embracing the full breadth of his womanhood and seducing his hated rival... well, Devin's never been one to pull punches.
But will the stirrings of Devin's new, wildly raging hormones prove too much for her new body to handle? And will she fall victim to the darkly handsome Cain's charms once and for all?
This story contains erotic gender-bending, first-time encounters as a woman, masturbation, exploration, and an unpredictable drug that turns men into horny, beautiful women.
I backed away from his kiss in surprise, but it only seemed to turn him on more. He slid his hand on to my leg, my bare inner thigh. I wanted to feel disgusted that he had his hands on me, to lash out at this arrogant jerk who dared to touch me, but the truth was that the touch of his fingers was met by a wave of pleasure that coursed unexpectedly through my veins. A simple touch had never felt so good before. It was like his fingers were electric.
I let him slide further up my leg, savoring the delightful friction, as his breath became hot against my neck. It wasn't until I felt his hand brush against the edges of my thong that I snapped out of it. This was going too far. I remembered who this man was. The guy may have ruined my chance of turning my dream into a reality, and I was just going to melt under his touch?
“What are you doing?” he asked. “You know you want me. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to roll with a professional?”
I was horrified to admit that part of me agreed with him. I wanted to feel him wrapped around me, holding me down with those arms of his… just to see what it would be like, of course. And it was hard to feel disgusted at myself for thinking that. Something about it just seemed natural… almost necessary. But then I snapped to my senses, pushing my way through the blurry, liquor-and-sex-fueled buzz. If it didn't transform him tonight, I might not get another chance. “I'm not that kind of girl.” I insisted, but my voice sounded unsure...