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  How to Become a Woman

  Gender Swap Romance

  By Paula Spicer

  © Paula Spicer 2017

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Derek shelves books at the library and he has a huge crush on Elaine, one of the librarians. The problem is, she’s a lesbian.

  One day, he finds an old, dusty book. It was trapped behind a shelf, forgotten, for years. It has a strange title: How to Become a Woman.

  There’s a recipe inside that claims that it will actually turn him into a woman. Derek decides to give it a shot. What does he have to lose? Worst case scenario is that it doesn’t work. Best case scenario, he turns into a woman and he can finally ask Elaine out on a date…

  Author's note: This is a standalone gender swap romance story with a happy ending!

  Also By Paula Spicer:

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  The Reluctant Wife

  The Model Woman

  The Woman in the Mirror

  Full Moon Gender Swap

  Guinea Pig

  New Woman (Guinea Pig Book 2)

  He's a Lady

  Breast Man

  Voyeur

  He's My Girlfriend

  Girlfriend for the Weekend

  Wizard to Witch

  Secret Swap

  Body Swap Experiment

  Another Woman's Body

  Caught Crossdressing

  The Gender Dare

  Designing His Body

  Touchdown

  The Reluctant Vampire

  Fantasy Island

  Cyber Swap

  2021: A Gender Odyssey

  Becoming Heidi

  Gendermorphs

  Trans Atlantic Flight

  Beautiful and Rich

  The Future Is Female

  Superhero Swap

  Experimental Woman

  Suddenly Female

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  How to Become a Woman

  Gender Swap Romance

  By Paula Spicer

  Chapter 1

  I moved the cart down the aisle, looking at Dewey Decimal numbers. The next book on my cart was to go in the 610.72 section, the medical research section. Once I found that, I moved to the next book, the next shelf, the next Dewey Decimal number, putting the books where they belonged. This was my everyday life, which wasn’t necessarily bad, but it was kind of boring.

  However, not everything was boring. As I looked over at the end of the shelf, I saw her there.

  Elaine.

  Elaine was a good-looking librarian that I worked with, with short red hair, little black glasses that framed her face in a cute manner, and stunning green eyes. She walked over to me, smiling at the sight.

  “There you are. How’s shelving?” she asked.

  “All right. Found another biology book that was out of place,” I said.

  “Oh yeah. The other assistants are pretty crappy, especially the interns. You’re the only one I can trust,” she said.

  When she uttered those words, I felt my face heat up. Elaine loved to compliment me, and honestly, I enjoyed it.

  “By the way, did you see that new Disney movie? The Coco one?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah, it’s super cute! Definitely a great one,” I told her.

  “Oh yeah. I loved it. Though the short could’ve been well, shorter,” she replied with a laugh.

  I chuckled. “Yeah, I would much rather not have to deal with Olaf for twenty minutes.”

  The two of us continued to shoot the breeze about books and such. Elaine was against the other shelf, grazing her fingers against each of the various shelves to make sure everything was correct.

  “Oh, come on, it happened again,” she said with a start.

  I looked over at her, confused as to what was up. She then gave me another book, sighing.

  “The girls messed up again. Here, if you could shelve this, that would be totally amazing,” she told me.

  I nodded, grasping the book. for a brief second, our fingers touched, and I felt like my pulse was racing, and my body heat went up like ten degrees. It was a thrill.

  As she walked away, I felt a little bit of happiness, and then the dread of the situation. There was no way that Elaine and I could ever be together.

  For one, she’s a lesbian, and while she’s a great friend, she’s definitely not interested in me as something more than that. I threaded my hands through my black hair, sighing as my brown eyes scanned the shelves. I wish it could work out that way, but it probably wouldn’t.

  I continued to make my rounds, trying not to think of this desperate crush I had on Elaine. It wouldn’t equate to anything, so why was I so damn hung up on it? I finally got to the edge of the nonfiction section, something about mysterious home remedies to help with conditions. I guess if you’re into that, then it might work.

  However, as I shelved the last book, I accidentally pushed it right off the back of the shelf and it fell in behind.

  “Shit,” I muttered to myself. It wasn’t like a huge deal, but it was enough to be kind of annoying. However, I could get it out. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. I went over to the closet nearby, grabbing a broomstick to get it out. I pushed the broomstick between the bookshelf and the wall and jiggled it around until I felt resistance, then shifted the broomstick out toward me. However, I didn’t get just one book back. As I got the book I dropped popped out from behind the shelf, another one followed. The second book was caked in dust, a sign that it had been sitting back there, lost, for a long time.

  I grasped it, holding it in my hands, a little excited, for some reason. Maybe it was a lost treasure. However, when I read the title to myself, I pursed my lips.

  “How to Become a Woman,” I read to myself. It was the title of the book. It was a bit strange and silly to me, but something about this made me want to look further into it. I should probably shelve it first, since that’s what my job is. But maybe I can check it out later on once Elaine is gone.

  I flipped the spine to look for the number, or even the author, but there was nothing. No label at all. Even the cover wasn’t laminated or anything.

  “That’s weird,” I said to myself.

  I then opened up the cover of the book, looking to see in the pocket if there was any indication of where this should be filed, perhaps a number or something. But there wasn’t. There wasn’t a place to hold the card, nor even stamps that showed that someone borrowed it. I checked the back as well, since occasionally there are times when they put it in the back versus the front. But again, I was met with nothing.

  There was no stamp even saying that the book was part of the library’s collection at all.

  “This is so bizarre,” I said to myself. I could just, you know, leave it there and walk away, but it was starting to almost call out to me. Maybe I was meant to find this book. I did like Elaine, and maybe, just maybe, if I could potentially figure out how to be a woman, I could be with her. It sounded crazy, but maybe there was hope for me.

  I put the book in my bag in the breakroom when I finished my rounds. As soon as I did that, I heard the pattering of footsteps. When I l
ooked up, I saw Elaine.

  “Oh, did you finish up the first cart, Derek?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah. I mean, it was a bit annoying cause a couple books fell back behind the shelf, but I got it sorted, and I’m done now,” I told her.

  “Well great! If you need any more help, let me know. Once you’re done shelving that last stack, you can head on home,” she said.

  I worked quickly to shelve the rest of the books, smiling as I thought about the book that was in my bag. I would definitely try it out. I doubted it would actually do anything, but there was something that almost intrigued me and made me want to learn more about being a woman.

  Best case scenario, it would actually work and Elaine and I would be dating by the weekend.

  Chapter 2

  When I got home, I locked the door and dimmed the lights in all but the small room that I used to read. I picked up the book once I was alone, flipping through it and reading the contents. I thought at first it would be one of those books where it would help a person understand women better and have a better experience. But no, it actually told me how to become a woman. Like literally.

  “What the hell?” I read to myself.

  It was a recipe, and it stated completely what you needed to do in order to become a woman.

  “This is so bizarre. I doubt this would work,” I said to myself. I never really put my reliance on something like this. There were a lot of those fad diets and stuff out. This sounded so far-fetched that I highly doubted it would work.

  However, the ingredients list was something that I had in my home. I could potentially make this, and if I drank it, I could become a woman.

  “The effects will last for six hours at a time, and once it’s over, you can become your original gender once again,” I said to myself.

  It could potentially work. There wasn’t anything dangerous on the list. It’s not like I was putting rat poison or something in my body. If it said that, that would definitely be a sign to bail out while I had a chance. But, the worst thing about it, was the fact that the ingredients list was kind of gross, especially with the combination of what they were. I didn’t really see myself ingesting these things, at least not altogether, but I guess if I blend it together, it might work.

  I went to the kitchen, busting out the recipe and going through the shelves to get everything that I needed. The first thing was flour, which I grabbed from the top shelf. Then baking soda, which sat in my fridge. Then it called for three eggs.

  “With the shells intact,” I read to myself. Okay seriously? Who the hell would have that? I wouldn’t eat the eggshell whole. But, I guess it’s a part of the recipe. Then, there was nutmeg, which was on my spice rack.

  The next item was a banana peel. There was no way in hell that I was going to get that out of the garbage, so I peeled a new banana. Then cough syrup, which I put in there, immediately grimacing at the fact that this was an ingredient. Next was a cup of beer and chicken stock, which seemed like such a weird combination. Finally, there were two strawberries thrown in. Once I had everything put inside, I closed the blender, and while I guess it looked okay, I still cringed thinking about all of the various ingredients thrown in there. I turned on the blender, and I waited.

  I was expecting this to be utterly disgusting. I knew that a lot of the protein and fitness shakes weren’t that great, but this just sounded disgusting. However, while I expected it to turn a brown color akin to sludge, it became a bright pink.

  “That’s weird,” I said to myself. Did the strawberries do that? I don’t know. Once it was mixed, I put it into a glass. I took a whiff of it, and I realized that it didn’t smell like a monstrosity, but rather, like flowers.

  “This is getting creepy,” I said to myself. It was totally weird. It looked good, so maybe it might taste good, despite all of the weird ingredients being put together.

  After the first sip, all of my doubts about this being disgusting started to go away. It tasted like a vanilla milkshake, totally harmless! I drank the rest of it, letting out a satisfied gasp, and that’s when it started to happen.

  It started with my hair. I could feel it growing. My hair was getting longer and longer on the top of my head and then I felt the sensation of shrinking. I was getting smaller! But at the same time, my chest was inflating. My hips were widening. I could feel it all happening. It was like melting and being reformed. I put my hand to my crotch and felt the terrifying sensation of my penis rapidly shriveling and pulling into my body. My testicles shrunk to the size of grapes, then peas, then popped out of existence altogether. My pussy lips grew in and my hand almost automatically went to my clit. A warm sensation spread through me. My clit and my nipples were connected in an amazingly pleasureable way.

  I ran to a mirror. My string bean body was so different. I had nice C-cup breasts, full hips, and a cute butt. I looked at my legs, which weren’t covered in body hair, but instead were nice and soft. I immediately felt the urge to scream, but also extreme excitement.

  “Holy shit,” I told myself. This was insane. This was completely, utterly insane, and yet, I wanted to find out more. I began to wonder just how much more a change this would create inside of me, and the extent of what was about to happen. However, I smiled to myself as well, realizing that while I did look totally different and not like a man at all, that it was exactly what I was going for. It definitely was something that I didn’t expect to have happen to me.

  But of course, this now opened up a whole slew of new possibilities. The fact that I now had a chance with Elaine, the fact that maybe, just maybe, she would like me, started to make me feel way better. I was a woman now.

  I felt the excitement of the moment. I started to make a plan for how I would do this.

  Chapter 3

  I knew I needed to do something with this new female body. I already made the potion, so I needed to get used to it. but what should I do first?

  Well, I guess I should figure out how to get to Elaine. I remembered she told me a while back that she used a dating app called Trumble. I looked into it, and it was for women specifically looking for women. That definitely proved she was not into dudes. I started to figure out how to make one of these, beginning with a few pictures.

  Taking selfies as a female was kind of… fun in a sense. I think it was because I was taking actual pictures of myself that I liked. It wasn’t that I was ugly per se, but as a woman, I felt like I was way hotter than when I was a dude. After I finished the onslaught of pictures, I uploaded them to the profile. The pictures seemed good, but would they be enough to garner interest in dating?

  I decided to give it a shot. I filled out my profile with the same interests and such that my male form did, because obviously, it’s me. After I finished that, I started to look for girls in the area. Elaine would be filtered by location anyways.

  I also gave myself a new name. Derek was fine and all, but not for this moment. For now, I would be called Dana, and whenever we would meet up, I would be called Dana. I decided to hope for the best as I started to look for her.

  The process took way longer than I imagined. I started to find a few girls that were closer to me, and then finally, after an hour of swiping “No” on so many girls I almost felt bad, I finally found Elaine. She was right there, and I felt totally enthralled by this. With a smile, I swiped a firm “Yes” on there, and soon, I sent her a message.

  It was a short, yet sweet one, saying that I saw her, thought she was cool, and that we had similar interests. I also mentioned that I loved superheroes, so hopefully that would get some interest. I knew that Elaine was totally into superheroes as well, so hopefully this would work.

  I waited a bit, and honestly, I didn’t expect her to get back to me so quickly. But then, after about fifteen or so minutes, she wrote me back.

  “Hey Dana! Wow, you’re the first girl to talk to me here. It’s nice to meet you! So you say you love superheroes as well. Who’s your favorite?”

  This was it. This was the moment
I’ve been waiting for. I started to put together a small list of interests. Like she knew this already, but obviously, since I was female now, I would have to play it off. I told her a bit about some of the new superheroes I enjoyed, and she seemed so interested.

  “Oh my gosh, I love them too! Finally, someone I can share this interest with,” she said.

  I felt a slight sting of regret knowing that she could share this easily with “Dana” but not with “Derek” but I wasn’t going to complain. Shit, she was talking to me right now. The last thing I wanted to do was to jinx myself. The two of us continued to talk, bringing up the books and movies that we liked.

  “Oh yeah, I totally finished that the other day. It was such a deep book, really piqued my interest,” I wrote down in the next message. The chat bubble didn’t go away, and I realized we had been talking almost the entire night. I did say goodbye to her after that, saying I needed to sleep. But then, she asked me for my number.

  Holy crap. So, she did like me a lot. I gave it to her, and then the next day it happened again. We talked almost all day, speaking about all of the different types of things that we enjoyed. I felt like I was the king of the world as I heard her speak. She was talking to me, and the interest was there.

  I spoke to her almost the entire day, off and on, both of us talking about our favorite music, movies, and books. She was so sweet, and she seemed super interested in me. After a little bit, I decided that maybe, just maybe I should ask her out.

  No, was that too forward? With Trumble, the girls usually had dates quickly. This was how you quickly found a date, and that’s what made me wonder what in the world to do next. But, as I looked at the message, knowing that it was practically calling out to me, I finally sent it.

  “Do you want to maybe meet up for coffee this Friday?” I asked her. I knew that the library was closed in the afternoon on Friday, so this should work out well. After a bit of time, she responded.

  “Yes! Let’s do it in the evening though. We can also maybe go out and dance and stuff,” she said to him.