Hero: Book Three

Trapped in the bodies of gorgeous young women, the officers of the South Harlem NYPD, now called The Barbie Patrol, pursue the mysterious aliens who stole their bodies all the while adjusting to having the lives and physical needs of females.

This is an action adventure story featuring gender swaps, age-regression, some r-rated sex and a lot of confused men dealing with female issues. It is not a stand alone story but will make a lot more sense if you have read Hero, Book One and Hero, Book Two.

Excerpt:

Adrian Lopez squirmed, and adjusted his bra strap. On the screen in his apartment Wolverine slashed at some cybernetic soldiers, sending sparks flying as he decapitated them, but Lopez wasn't really paying that much attention to the action. He was watching the way the muscles in Hugh Jackman's arms coiled as he moved, the tight cords of muscle, his square chin, his rock hard ass. Lopez's nipples were hard, and he could feel himself getting a little wet – Jackman's eyes were full of animal fury, and it made Lopez' skin tingle with pleasure as he imagined what it would be like to slip into Jackman's arms, tilt his head back and smile up into those eyes as Jackman leaned down for a kiss...
Lopez put his hands on his breasts, imagining them pressed against Jackman's hard, muscular body... and then it happened... suddenly he saw the faces of his parents... his mother, eyes full of tears, as she crossed herself and said, "I will pray for you..." and then his father, his face stern and angry, cruelly mouthing the word, mericon. It stung, and shame flooded over Lopez, but kept his eyes on the flat screen, where Jackman was now trapped in an elevator with a robot with a shield, who was deflecting his claw strikes while the severed hands of other robots clawed at his legs....
Lopez fought against the guilt, struggled against his needs, but those needs were stronger, and instead he slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweat pants and slipped it down between his legs while squeezing his breast with his free hand... he pictured himself on his hands and knees, Jackman behind him... and some part of him raged... stop it! You're a man! But another part of him, a powerfully hungry part that refused to be denied, sang with excitement and joy and pure lust. I In his imagination he started to get up, but Jackman grabbed his hair, his wrist, twisted it painfully, forcing him back to his knees ...