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Swap Tales: Changing a Cheater
Swap Tales: Changing a Cheater
Swap Tales: Changing a Cheater
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Swap Tales: Changing a Cheater

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After cheating on his history paper, Boyd's in a world of trouble. His smoking-hot teacher, Ms. Ivory, has an unorthodox plan for discipline: Swap Mate. As motivation to improve, Boyd will have to say bye-bye to his manhood. But that's only the beginning. Once she discovers that he's been drawing lewd sketches of her, the transformations pile on—until Boyd's a fraction of his former self.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 5, 2020
ISBN9780463496626
Swap Tales: Changing a Cheater
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Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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    Swap Tales - Gregor Daniels

    Contents

    One

    Two

    Three

    Epilogue

    Copyright © 2020 Gregor Daniels

    All rights reserved.

    Only ADULTS beyond this point.

    All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

    CAUTION: Swap Tales contains perverted, gender-bending scenarios. Experiences herein do not represent the beliefs, opinions, or motives of the Witchsoft Corporation.

    Boyd, come see me, please.

    Boyd was filing out with his classmates when his history teacher, Ms. Ivory, called him back. In a faculty of hard-ass boomers, Ms. Ivory was the bombshell standout—late twenties, a face worthy of a centerfold, and a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone. The narrow window of cleavage invited his gaze, those pale globes partially unwrapped. Already he was dreaming up another lewd drawing for his sketchbook: perhaps a nice, fat cock sliding up between those perfect tits, and a creamy souvenir on those sexy slopes. It’d go nicely with the dozens he’d drawn throughout the school year!

    He cleared his throat. Yeah? You wanted to see me?

    She removed her glasses. This was serious. Boyd, I’m concerned.

    Oh? About what?

    Last week’s homework over the Roman Empire. She thumbed through a stack of graded papers, and then pulled out one such paper with a huge red F written on it. There were so many red lines across the text that it looked like the set of a slasher film. She crossed her arms on the desk, setting off a quiver across her exposed rack. "Some of these paragraphs are suspiciously familiar to the Wikipedia article. In fact, some sentences are directly plagiarized."

    That’s impossible, Boyd declared, his mind flashing with a late-night scramble to finish last weekend’s assignment, a frantic copy-and-paste job. They probably just used the same words, in the same order. That happens all the time. It’s the same history.

    You talked about the Punic Wars in the middle of explaining the Pax Romana. Those two periods were separated by decades. And you mix up Caesar and Aurelius, and other figures who weren’t even emperors. There is no coherency in this report.

    Boyd gulped. He didn’t want to admit to cheating. Then he’d have to own that awful grade, and be on the verge of flunking. "No, you’re mistaken, he shot back. That’s clearly not even my report."

    And that’s not your name printed here?

    He shook his head. They plagiarized my name.

    That’s not what plagiarism means.

    It’s identity theft! Look, they even got the date wrong. What an idiot.

    Ms. Ivory leaned back in her chair. God, she’s so sexy when she’s angry, he thought, watching her full, ruby-colored lips press tightly together. If he had to be bent over the desk and spanked with a yardstick, he’d only feign the complaints. Too bad schools didn’t do that anymore!

    Boyd, she said sternly. I’m afraid I’ll have to seek disciplinary action. Cheating is a high offense in an academic environment.

    He groaned. "But I didn’t cheat. Can’t I go? Why’s Roman history such a big deal?"

    You can go when you’ve been accordingly penalized. She reached into her purse and laid out her phone. I believe Swap Mate will have to do—unless you would rather be flunked.

    Swap Mate? he asked, watching as she launched the app. That’s not detention.

    It’s my way to set my students straight.

    That’s allowed?

    Look in the school policy.

    Boyd still had a copy in his email, along with a syllabus from each class. He had to go way back to August to find it. Sure enough, after a long scroll through the tiny text, he found, in a section labeled CORRECTIONAL ACTION, where it mentioned a tiered scale of student punishments.

    SWAP MATE MAY BE USED FOR DISCIPLINARY PUNISHMENTAT DISCRETION OF INSTRUCTOR OR FACULTY MEMBER.

    Having not read the school’s policy—who did?—he was shocked they’d allow that. Which then gave rise to his next concern: what was Ms. Ivory planning to do?

    Swap Mate

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