Space Swapped (Gender Swapped Science Fiction Book 1)
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Captain James T. Mitchell and his co-captain Lana King made one of the bravest sacrifices in human history when they volunteered to have their brains scanned and bodies frozen by the U.S. Human Preservation Service. In the event that mankind was ever in danger of extinction, they would be unfrozen to carry out their sacred mission: Restarting the human race!
Now, thousands of years in the future, James is awoken from cryo-sleep by a strange alien species to discover that humankind is long dead, and the aliens are encouraging him and Lana to do exactly what they swore to. There’s just one problem: James and Lana have awoken in the wrong bodies! Lana is determined to carry out their mission as planned, but James never expected that he’d be the one to have to do the woman’s job. It all seemed easier when Lana was taking care of that…
Can James adjust to his new life as a woman and carry out the mission he swore to accomplish, or is he going to solve the mystery of how this happened and get back into his old body before Lana manages to talk him into staying the way they are? Find out, in Space Swapped!
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I felt smooth, warm pressure on my lips, and a muscled arm snaking around my back again. Surprised at the sudden kiss, I reacted however came naturally to me: I kissed him back. Lana seemed to be excited by the encouragement and dipped me back, kissing me more deeply. I felt his tongue push its way between my lips, and my mouth parted, welcoming him. My nipples stiffened at attention as he pulled me closer, crushing my soft, smooth body against his rock-hard chest. His masculine down of chestnut-colored hair tickled my skin pleasantly.
“Ohh,” I moaned. He lowered me gently to the soft, yielding grass beside the pool, continuing to kiss me, occasionally dancing down to shower more kisses on my cheeks and neck but always returning again to my mouth with his sweet tongue. I wanted to object, but then he began to gently stroke my legs and breasts with long sweeps of his hands, and I was enjoying myself way too much to want Lana to stop any of this.
“I know exactly what your body loves,” he whispered seductively. “This is fun for you, isn’t it?”
I whimpered my agreement and spread my legs to touch myself for the second time, my fingers stroking through the gushing wetness of my massive arousal.
“Mmhmm,” Lana said, placing his hand over mine and helping my fingers to work my pussy lips. “You like that, don’t you?”
My eyes fluttered open and traced over the rock-hard abs, the muscular biceps, and the lust-filled eyes of the male figure above me. Lana was enjoying this every bit as much as I was, evidently. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them as he helped me massage my soft, most intimate folds, the anticipation and hunger for my body obvious on his face. Each soft sweeping motion of my fingers felt amazing, and with each motion Lana’s insistent pressure on my hand pushed them a little deeper, driving me to new heights of pleasure at the strange sensation of penetration. It was wonderful. The tingle I’d felt earlier had grown into a deep, aching need to have him inside of me, and I rocked my head back and gripped the nape of his neck with my free hand, grinding into my own fingers and reveling in the ecstasy.
I groaned and reached for his shorts, clawing at the growing bulge I could see forming there. I knew exactly how badly he must be needing this right now, but I was shocked to discover how badly I needed it too. I wanted nothing so badly as for him to take his cock out and ram it over and over again into my dripping, eager pussy. Fortunately, Lana understood my frantic gestures and quickly stripped down to the nude, kicking the shorts away toward the lagoon. His cock now bounced in the sunlight in front of me, proud and rock-hard, quivering for me. I was so turned on by the idea that he wanted me that I moaned eagerly, sat up, and reached forward to take the familiar member in my mouth.
Now it was Lana’s turn to moan in delight, as my tongue swirled up and down the length of his stiff erection, taking extra care to tease him in the spot right under the tip I knew would drive him wild. I scrambled onto my hands and knees, really getting into it, and glanced up to see that he had a focused, delighted expression, panting softly and twitching with each deft movement my tongue made. I licked him extra slowly, pleased with my own performance despite being a first-timer, and his eyes actually rolled back.
“Enough,” he choked out with a grunt, and pushed me back violently. His dick flopped out of my mouth with a wet pop, still rock-hard, and I bounced back onto the soft grass, landing on my newly padded bum. My cheeks burned. I was more surprised and embarrassed than injured. What did I do wrong? I wondered.
