From Prince to Princess (gender change, pegging)
Book Details
Author(s)Miranda Keen
ISBN / ASINB00JTJXE6K
ISBN-13978B00JTJXE64
Sales Rank620,839
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Prince Anton's sexy, strong-willed seamstress is the only woman who's ever said no to him, so of course, she's the woman he wants the most.
After trying and failing to get Claire into bed with all of his usual strategies, he decides to ask the town witch to brew up something to get closer to her.
But he doesn't specify just how he wants to get closer, and the witch has a trick up her sleeve. Anton awakes to find himself transformed—into a woman!
The only way for Anton to turn back into a man is to visit Claire and learn his lesson—and she has quite a lesson in store for him indeed.
5800 words.
Excerpt:
When Anton walked past the full-length mirror hanging on his wall, he did a double-take. Instead of the rugged, six-foot man he expected to see, a petite maiden stared back at him. Her red locks fell in luxurious curls that hung to her slender waist, and she was positively swimming in clothes that were many sizes too large.
Anton’s mind raced. Who was this woman? He was certain he’d never seen her before, and he remembered going straight to bed the previous night. And why couldn’t he see himself? He spun around the room looking to find where the woman was standing, and he cast his eyes upon the empty jar on the nightstand. The potion. There was no woman. Actually, there was a woman—he was the woman. He looked in the mirror again, and her eyes—his same deep brown eyes—confirmed his fears.
After trying and failing to get Claire into bed with all of his usual strategies, he decides to ask the town witch to brew up something to get closer to her.
But he doesn't specify just how he wants to get closer, and the witch has a trick up her sleeve. Anton awakes to find himself transformed—into a woman!
The only way for Anton to turn back into a man is to visit Claire and learn his lesson—and she has quite a lesson in store for him indeed.
5800 words.
Excerpt:
When Anton walked past the full-length mirror hanging on his wall, he did a double-take. Instead of the rugged, six-foot man he expected to see, a petite maiden stared back at him. Her red locks fell in luxurious curls that hung to her slender waist, and she was positively swimming in clothes that were many sizes too large.
Anton’s mind raced. Who was this woman? He was certain he’d never seen her before, and he remembered going straight to bed the previous night. And why couldn’t he see himself? He spun around the room looking to find where the woman was standing, and he cast his eyes upon the empty jar on the nightstand. The potion. There was no woman. Actually, there was a woman—he was the woman. He looked in the mirror again, and her eyes—his same deep brown eyes—confirmed his fears.
