Gender Swap Clinic (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac and Medical Femdom Humiliation Erotica)
Romance, Erotica
| Author: | Nina Nauheim | ISBN: | 9781311224156 |
| Publisher: | Nina Nauheim | Publication: | October 2, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nina Nauheim |
| ISBN: | 9781311224156 |
| Publisher: | Nina Nauheim |
| Publication: | October 2, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Medical intern Calvin Stowe has been making a nuisance of himself, getting shunted from one department to the next by his arrogance and disrespect for the women of the Edelman-Carter Institute. When a particularly crude remark about his female superior's ass proves the last straw, she recommends that he be transferred to work with Dr. Sandra Elby, the famous researcher. Convinced he's been promoted, he smugly arrives on the third floor to begin work, only to learn that he's being recommended not as a lab assistant, but as a test subject.
He's unclear what exactly these trials entail, but he's told it's his last chance to walk out the doors with a good recommendation, so he decides to go along with it. By the time he realizes the changes that are happening to him, it's too late to back out. Soon, the new hormones and pleasure treatments designed to make him more feminine and docile have him forgetting he ever wanted to leave in the first place, and what was once the office jerk will soon be the lab bimbo: horny, submissive, and eager to please any man who walks through the door.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
"So I'm the subject of an experiment? I – I thought you wanted me to work with you …" I trailed off a little abashedly, trying not to sound disappointed.
She shook her head. "Well, we'll try to cut down on the miscommunication then, shall we? That would be your role here. From what I understand of your history in several other departments, you wouldn't be much good to me as a lab tech."
I frowned at the tabletop, trying not to look resentful. What did she mean by modification? The idea seemed so invasive and frightening, and what exactly was I being modified to become? She had mentioned a sexual aspect of things. What could they do that would give me a better sex life?
Dr. Elby smiled a little in amusement. "Take some time to think about it if you want to, Calvin, but this is really your last chance here. You've been burning bridges since you walked through those doors. Half the women you've worked with thought about filing harassment complaints. Don't think I don't know who I'm talking to."
I looked at her helplessly, realizing that she really did have all the power here. I couldn't say no.
"Obviously it'll be an intense and demanding experience for you," she went on, not waiting for me to reply. "No one will stop you if you try to walk out that door."
I looked up at her, into her eyes, trying to read her. There was a slight intensity I hadn't seen there before. It was a challenge. Are you a pussy? her eyes were asking. Are you scared to do this?
And maybe it was that more than anything that put me over the edge.
"Alright," I said.
The brief smile of satisfaction on her face was one of smug victory. She seemed to think she could get me to do anything she wanted, and maybe she was right.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.
Medical intern Calvin Stowe has been making a nuisance of himself, getting shunted from one department to the next by his arrogance and disrespect for the women of the Edelman-Carter Institute. When a particularly crude remark about his female superior's ass proves the last straw, she recommends that he be transferred to work with Dr. Sandra Elby, the famous researcher. Convinced he's been promoted, he smugly arrives on the third floor to begin work, only to learn that he's being recommended not as a lab assistant, but as a test subject.
He's unclear what exactly these trials entail, but he's told it's his last chance to walk out the doors with a good recommendation, so he decides to go along with it. By the time he realizes the changes that are happening to him, it's too late to back out. Soon, the new hormones and pleasure treatments designed to make him more feminine and docile have him forgetting he ever wanted to leave in the first place, and what was once the office jerk will soon be the lab bimbo: horny, submissive, and eager to please any man who walks through the door.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, femdom humiliation, feminization gender swap, bimbofication and the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners and rough group sex, sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
"So I'm the subject of an experiment? I – I thought you wanted me to work with you …" I trailed off a little abashedly, trying not to sound disappointed.
She shook her head. "Well, we'll try to cut down on the miscommunication then, shall we? That would be your role here. From what I understand of your history in several other departments, you wouldn't be much good to me as a lab tech."
I frowned at the tabletop, trying not to look resentful. What did she mean by modification? The idea seemed so invasive and frightening, and what exactly was I being modified to become? She had mentioned a sexual aspect of things. What could they do that would give me a better sex life?
Dr. Elby smiled a little in amusement. "Take some time to think about it if you want to, Calvin, but this is really your last chance here. You've been burning bridges since you walked through those doors. Half the women you've worked with thought about filing harassment complaints. Don't think I don't know who I'm talking to."
I looked at her helplessly, realizing that she really did have all the power here. I couldn't say no.
"Obviously it'll be an intense and demanding experience for you," she went on, not waiting for me to reply. "No one will stop you if you try to walk out that door."
I looked up at her, into her eyes, trying to read her. There was a slight intensity I hadn't seen there before. It was a challenge. Are you a pussy? her eyes were asking. Are you scared to do this?
And maybe it was that more than anything that put me over the edge.
"Alright," I said.
The brief smile of satisfaction on her face was one of smug victory. She seemed to think she could get me to do anything she wanted, and maybe she was right.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.
