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Setting aside all of my problems, when I hooked up with Michael at a party I was figuring a fun one-nigh stand. Instead, not only did I get Michael, but I also got Michelle. And all the problems that came with a relationship with a person who could switch back and forth between genders.
Honestly, even with all the problems, it was more than worth it.
This is a 40,000 word erotic novel that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of sexual encounters between adults. It focuses on explicit sex, gender swapping, cross dressing, a character who is gender fluid, lesbian sex, gay sex,
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Produktbeschreibung
Setting aside all of my problems, when I hooked up with Michael at a party I was figuring a fun one-nigh stand. Instead, not only did I get Michael, but I also got Michelle. And all the problems that came with a relationship with a person who could switch back and forth between genders.

Honestly, even with all the problems, it was more than worth it.

This is a 40,000 word erotic novel that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of sexual encounters between adults. It focuses on explicit sex, gender swapping, cross dressing, a character who is gender fluid, lesbian sex, gay sex, group sex, multiple partners, cheating partners, risky sex, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.



Originally published in four parts.



All characters are 18 or older.



Part one of four.

Excerpt:



I’ll admit it. I was infatuated. While most of my time with Michael was spent when I was inebriated and most of my time with Michelle was spent having sex, I still felt a connection.

This was something I knew I had to ignore. Michael was just a drunken hookup.

Like...how does he...she...change. Or was I just being naive and I had actually gone back to my place with Michelle because I was drunk and horny and wanted to experiment.

But I saw his ID. I saw her put on his boxers and...everything else.

I was ready to put it all behind me as a drunken episode I’d tell my therapist someday, or maybe my doctor when dementia set in.

I was a good girl. I didn’t call. I didn’t text. I told myself not to think about Michael. Or Michelle.

I had already decided to move on.