Gender Swapped! (Combining the Flower Power and Me-She Series)

This exciting and steamy collection of two best-selling series on Gender Swap provides you with spicy insight into the variations of gender and supernatural eroticism. The Flower Power series features Jayson. Jayson is a university freshman and a major stud who loves and leaves the women in his life. Cameron, his childhood friend (a virgin), is in awe of Jayson's success. But a field trip to an ancient forest will let Jayson see life from a woman's point of view--and give him a whole new perspective on how hot his old friend really is.

Then dive into the deep pool of the Paranormal with the series Me-She (My Supernatural Gender Swap) and the complex Pack Politics of two different Alpha Werewolves who want the same thing. Tyler allowed Klaus to place the narrow Skinwalker belt around his waist. Its Native American shape-shifting magic would grant him the Power of the Wolf. But as he began to Change, he realized he was turning into a bitch. An actual Wolf-Bitch. When he returned to human form, he was now a she. This was not part of his plan. Was the Power worth the price? Can he convince Klaus to restore his masculinity?

(Warning--these series are intended for adults only. All characters are over eighteen years of age and there is as much graphic and explicit sexual behavior as you would expect from University Freshmen and one of the hottest Wolf Packs you've ever encountered.)

Excerpt:

I sat up, suddenly feeling as if my whole body had snakes crawling over it. I scraped my arms and legs, foolishly trying to knock off invisible bugs or something. My scalp was itching like crazy. Wait, I was crazy! It felt as if air was pumped into me and then sucked out. My clothes got loose, and then they felt like they were shrinking. I was terrified. I got up and ran to the mirror, having the strange sensation I was shorter, like I was before puberty kicked in. I got to the mirror and froze. A girl looked back at me.

WTF? My hair was now below my shoulders, and my wide eyes were the oddest color I had ever seen, but as I stared, that extra color faded and they were back to their normal green again. I touched my face, the stubble gone. I was as smooth as Bitsy—although a lot prettier. I slide my hands to my thighs, looking down and seeing goddamned boobs pressing against my Banana Republic shirt.

Frantically I unzipped my jeans that were now way too tight around my hips, and pulled them off. I yanked down my boxers and gave out a little whimper as I didn’t see anything there. Well, that wasn’t completely accurate—my dick and balls were missing. What was there was a slit. I was cuntified. There was no pain or discomfort, but maybe I was just in a state of shock, the way someone can be in a car crash and not realize how badly hurt they are. Oh, God, I wanted to kill that little Stick guy! How could he do this to me?