Gender Swap Clinic: The Public Experiment (Gender Swap Aphrodisiac Menage and Femdom Humiliation Erotica)

Medical intern Calvin Stowe was 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 transfers him 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.

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 has become the lab bimbo: horny, submissive, and eager to please any man who walks through the door.

In the wake of her success, Dr. Elby's lab is moving to a private facility and she's sent her new bimbo to stay with her friend across town. But after weeks having submissiveness and overpowering sexual urges drilled into her, the test subject's become dependent on the doctors that transformed her - and on the pleasure treatment regimen that satisfied her overcharged sex drive. Deprived of them both, the vulnerable test subject soon finds herself helplessly horny and helplessly lost in the big city, trying to pretend she doesn't have a body specifically designed to make all the men around her wild with desire. And now, left to her own devices, the full intensity of Dr. Elby's revenge becomes obvious to Calvin, not to mention every passer-by.

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
My skimpy clothes were clinging to me as I stepped in out of the rain. I was shivering, just a little bit, and it felt good to close the door behind me and feel the warm air of the bar wash over my chilled body, even if the mingling smells of liquor and smoke stung my nostrils just a bit. My face scrunched up at their unexpected intensity.

I looked around shyly. Immediately I felt out of place and I could see some of the men near the door turning to notice me as I stood hesitating on the threshold. Was this a mistake? Coming in here now? I hadn't been out in public since early in Dr. Elby's treatment program – not since the changes had taken hold – and now I was at the center of so many unfamiliar faces with expressions that made it clear how much I stuck out. Some of them were openly appreciative or even a little predatory as they took in my appearance.

Even in a nightclub filled with men and women trying to look their best, my ripe, inviting form stood out effortlessly. The wet blouse I had been given clung to my breasts and my nipples were poking through the almost sheer cloth as though an advertisement.

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.