VR Gender Swap: The Complete Virtnet Chronicles 4-Book Bundle
Mike Wantry has always wondered what it would feel like to be a girl, and thanks to the magic of full-body virtual reality his dreams are finally possible! There’s just one problem: All gender and sex experimentation is blocked on his VR machine.
When he finds himself home alone one day, he decides to “borrow” a female-coded machine and see what it’s like to walk a mile in his sister’s shoes. Everything is going well until her girlfriend Amy catches Mike in the act. She decides to have a little fun with him by renaming him “Mikala” and showing him exactly what it means to be a girl with some very intimate lessons — and that’s just the beginning of her plans!
As Mike falls deeper and deeper into the sex-fueled world of Amy’s virtual reality playground, the lines between the real world and the virtual begin to blur. Amy’s lessons begin to control him even outside of VR, and the boys at school can’t shut up about the hottest new piece of VR tail, Mikala. But when class stud Chuck Higgins and queen bee Christy Parker take an interest in Mikala, Mike doesn’t know what to do. He might even be starting to like Chuck… but only when he’s Mikala.
Only one thing is certain… getting to be Mikala in VR is the hottest thing Mike’s ever experienced. What’s a girl to do?
VR Gender Swap: The Complete Virtnet Chronicles 4-Book Bundle is a novel-length compilation of four previously published consecutive stories in the Virtnet Chronicles setting: Slipping In, Going Deep, Losing It, and Trading Up. With 200+ pages of hot, gender-swapping action and some VERY steamy scenes, this book is intended for mature audiences who enjoy FF, MF, and MFF scenes with lots of gender-bending fun.
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After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of build, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked… well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.
“That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.
“How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.
“Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”
He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.
“I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out… Mikala.”
What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun… it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.
Mikala blinked. What had Amy just done to her?
“Poor girl,” teased Amy. “I can see you’re confused.” She brushed her virtscreen to the side, where it hovered in the air, and slinked towards Mikala with a sly smile. Amy towered over her now. She reached out and rested a finger on Mikala’s lip, halting the stream of questions that threatened to come tumbling out of the trembling girl.
“Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squirmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”
Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.
“I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.
“Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.
Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.
“Mmmm,” said Amy. “Yeah, moan for me, you little slut.” And then she jerked Mikala’s thong down in a single motion and slid two fingers deep into her throbbing, soaking pussy, working them furiously in and out while Mikala lay helplessly pinned. She writhed against Amy’s hand, almost crying at the sensation. All thoughts, all logic had flown from her head. There was no shame, no fear, no panic… just Amy’s fingers, sliding effortlessly in and out to part her aching lips again and again.
“More…” she begged.
“What did you say?” asked Amy, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mikala’s ass with three quick slaps. Each of them made Mikala jump with a little burst of pleasure. “What does my pretty little slut want?”
“Pleaaase, more… harder…” she panted, face half-buried in a pillow. Her face burned, but she was too far gone for shame, now. She was lost in her lust, and all she wanted was for Amy to come back and fill her tight little pussy with something, anything; whatever would stop the agonizing ache that demanded attention in the soft, wet place between her legs.
“My little slut wants more?” Amy asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I’m not sure my hand is going to cut it… But I can get something that might.” She snapped her fingers and Mikala saw her virtscreen pop up out of the corner of her eye. Amy tapped a few times and then Mikala felt something thick and warm pressing against her leg. “Yeah,” continued Amy. “Some girls are fine with fingers. But pretty little sluts like you need a hard, throbbing dick inside of them to calm them down, don’t they?”
Mikala struggled to twist to the side and see what was going on… She caught a glimpse of Amy, toga-dress hiked up, her perfect blonde body now sporting a seven-inch cock that poked proudly out in front of her, thick and fully erect. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she bobbed her hips with a little thrust. Both girls watched it bounce in the air. Mikala was torn between horror and wonder. Was Amy going to shove that giant thing inside of her tiny pussy? Would it even fit? It looked so huge to Mikala. The smirk that spread across Amy’s face as she watched Mikala’s eyes widen suggested that she was going to try. Mikala squirmed and quivered trying to escape, but she was still held firmly in place by Amy’s iron grip.
“Whoa, hey…” she said. “I uh, I’m not sure we need to go there, Amy…”
Amy’s eyes shined. “Second thoughts, little slut? Don’t worry. I promise your pussy can take it. You’ll see. Who told you you could move, anyway?” She gave a little growl and twisted Mikala’s arm, forcing her to straighten out. Her face pushed back against the pillow. Mikala couldn’t see Amy at all now, but she could feel her leaning in, pressing her arm down against the small of her back to force Mikala’s bottom to tilt up. Panic shot through Mikala and she slammed her thighs tight, locking them shut with all the force her little body could muster. Amy was just playing, just threatening her, right? She couldn’t possibly mean to actually fuck her like this...
Mikala felt Amy’s firmly insistent knee push against the back of her locked thighs as the smooth skin of Amy’s new cock rubbed against the outside of Mikala’s leg. “Mmmm… you have such soft, supple legs,” Amy said, her voice straining with what sounded like poorly-concealed lust, now. Her free hand rubbed against Mikala’s tensed ass, stroking it softly as she played with the helpless girl.
“Amy?” Mikala squeaked. “Amy… you’re not really going to…”
Amy cut her off by forcing her thighs apart with a sudden push of her knee, prompting a squeal from Mikala. Her legs shuddered as she tried to squeeze them back together, and she bucked against Amy, but Amy just kept her knee where it was and forced Mikala back down. It was impossible! Amy was twice as strong as Mikala, easily. Now Mikala was really getting worried. She wriggled and squirmed and fought to try and get away, but Amy just laughed and kicked Mikala’s legs further apart with a quick knock of her knee against either thigh. Mikala lost her footing and felt her stomach slide down flat against the mattress. Her panic intensified. Her legs were splayed wide and her pussy felt cool in the open air.
“Amy?” cried Mikala desperately. “Amy, you’re just teaching me a lesson, right? Right? Lesson over? Amy?”
“Oh man,” groaned Amy. “Yeah, I was, but damn… you’re such a hot little slut. And the thing about giving yourself a virtnet cock…” Mikala felt the thick, warm length of it bouncing in the air again, slapping between her legs and against her pussy. “...is that you need to use it as badly as a boy does…”
