I’m writing a novel that is effectively intel adjacent wanted to share it here. I post some of my writing before but I think improved a lot since then. This is just a slice and I have alone more to go.
Tourist
Chapter 1
Virgin Voyeur
I never thought blonde hair and blue eyes would suit me. It just didn't seem like it would be my thing. I also never thought that I would ever be inside of a model but the world is funny like that. One day you're just some shluby human meatball in the next day you have a body so aryan it would make Hitler blush.
I had these thoughts while looking in the bathroom mirror admiring my new face. The reflection I saw was that of a mid to late 20s, ghostly pale white male with unblemished skin. Along with the aforementioned golden lockes and azure eyes a symmetrical face with thin lips and zero facial hair stared back at me. It made me realize I-- or I guess me must be paid pretty well for what I do. It's still weird to think that this is the new me. I would like to assume most people aren't able to change races, body types, or even races within a day and even less so within the hour. But I guess I have to thank Cameron for that, the pretentious bastard.
"HAAAAAYDEEEN!!!!!!"
The yelling of my name swiftly severed my mental monologue I was having with myself and delivered me back to the present. I knew that on the other side of that door was the (although not appearing as one) man who was the cause of my sudden transformation.
"I know you're admiring your new flesh but you can't stay in the can all night. We have mayhem to make" .
The voice said, this time in a lower volume and in the same tone as a child at an amusement park who's scared they not gonna ride enough the attractions would have.
I didn't want him to keep him waiting so I opened the bathroom door and walked to the sight of what we mere mortals should legally consider a goddess. The visage that met my eyes was of an olive skin young woman draped in long raven hair. The beauty in question was gifted with emerald green eyes, cute elf like facial features with a small nose and puffy cheeks adorned with dimples, and similar to my new form, skin free of any imperfections. The body that connects to the face in question was also a sight to behold. It was a thin, visible fit and toned, yet natural well proportioned at the same time. I guess it helped that the form was nicely fitted in a lilac purple yoga 2 piece that acceunted the body.
Said goddess in question then proceeded to lick they're lips, look me in the eye and say,
"OOOOHHH, you pull off pretty boy twink well."
"Thanks Cameron "
I replied sheepishly.
His gaze lingered on me for a second and then replied
"Do I know how to pick em or what?"
As abrasive as he (now a lovely she) can be at times I had to agree. And as if he was a secret telepath he continued with,
"We'd make a good pair. A waife yet handsome and strapping young man with a hard body tomboy with a soft touch. It's a kinda kinky juxtaposition."
He's an honest pervert I'll give him that. But I suppose I am as well since I do agree with him to some level. My new meat sack that I'm piloting would probably date Cameron's given the chance. I can already envision a scene of pornographic nature happening between the two but I wouldn't want to enact it personally. As much as I adore his new transformation I would be immensely disgusted knowing that I would be bumping uglies with Cameron in essentially female cosplay.
Tourist
Chapter 1
Virgin Voyeur
I never thought blonde hair and blue eyes would suit me. It just didn't seem like it would be my thing. I also never thought that I would ever be inside of a model but the world is funny like that. One day you're just some shluby human meatball in the next day you have a body so aryan it would make Hitler blush.
I had these thoughts while looking in the bathroom mirror admiring my new face. The reflection I saw was that of a mid to late 20s, ghostly pale white male with unblemished skin. Along with the aforementioned golden lockes and azure eyes a symmetrical face with thin lips and zero facial hair stared back at me. It made me realize I-- or I guess me must be paid pretty well for what I do. It's still weird to think that this is the new me. I would like to assume most people aren't able to change races, body types, or even races within a day and even less so within the hour. But I guess I have to thank Cameron for that, the pretentious bastard.
"HAAAAAYDEEEN!!!!!!"
The yelling of my name swiftly severed my mental monologue I was having with myself and delivered me back to the present. I knew that on the other side of that door was the (although not appearing as one) man who was the cause of my sudden transformation.
"I know you're admiring your new flesh but you can't stay in the can all night. We have mayhem to make" .
The voice said, this time in a lower volume and in the same tone as a child at an amusement park who's scared they not gonna ride enough the attractions would have.
I didn't want him to keep him waiting so I opened the bathroom door and walked to the sight of what we mere mortals should legally consider a goddess. The visage that met my eyes was of an olive skin young woman draped in long raven hair. The beauty in question was gifted with emerald green eyes, cute elf like facial features with a small nose and puffy cheeks adorned with dimples, and similar to my new form, skin free of any imperfections. The body that connects to the face in question was also a sight to behold. It was a thin, visible fit and toned, yet natural well proportioned at the same time. I guess it helped that the form was nicely fitted in a lilac purple yoga 2 piece that acceunted the body.
Said goddess in question then proceeded to lick they're lips, look me in the eye and say,
"OOOOHHH, you pull off pretty boy twink well."
"Thanks Cameron "
I replied sheepishly.
His gaze lingered on me for a second and then replied
"Do I know how to pick em or what?"
As abrasive as he (now a lovely she) can be at times I had to agree. And as if he was a secret telepath he continued with,
"We'd make a good pair. A waife yet handsome and strapping young man with a hard body tomboy with a soft touch. It's a kinda kinky juxtaposition."
He's an honest pervert I'll give him that. But I suppose I am as well since I do agree with him to some level. My new meat sack that I'm piloting would probably date Cameron's given the chance. I can already envision a scene of pornographic nature happening between the two but I wouldn't want to enact it personally. As much as I adore his new transformation I would be immensely disgusted knowing that I would be bumping uglies with Cameron in essentially female cosplay.
