Gender Swapped By Aliens! Read Online Free PDF
Author: Ivana Johnson
I used to live in. I had a walk-in closet for all my pretty new clothes, with shelves just for all of my shoes and boots. There was a terrace garden with a view overlooking the city that was simply gorgeous at night. I even had my own maid, cook, and gardener to take care of me.
With all that, it might seem I would sink into the new luxury and forget about everything else going on. It was certainly tempting, but I never succumbed to that temptation. In the back of my mind, I still yearned to have Denise next to me in bed and Michael and Tammy down the hall in their rooms.
Another temptation was to go down to the twenty-sixth floor and look for Jo Ann in Accounts Payable. I knew if I did that, the aliens would have to alter things to make sure she couldn’t remember me. So I was content to bide my time, until for six months I had been Mr. Teeko’s pet secretary.
One morning I was on my knees, “taking dictation.” That was his code for sucking his cock. The first time I had taken him in my mouth I threw up afterwards, but now I had gotten used to the rancid taste. I expertly worked my tongue around his cock, feeling it get bigger, to the point it started to throb.
As I worked, he ran his fingers through my hair, clamping down to the point I winced with pain. He always liked to inflict a little pain with a slap or a hard pinch or yanking back on my hair. It made the experience better for him and I have to admit I got off on it too. I had definitely become a dirty girl.
When someone yanked my head back, I assumed it was Mr. Teeko. Then I found myself looking up at the hard, grim face of the cop who had first taken me from my office. I smiled up at him. “Hi there! Do you have an appointment?”
“It’s time to go, whore,” he growled. As he jerked me back onto my spike heels, I saw his partner holding a gun in Mr. Teeko’s direction.
“Say anything about this and we’ll blow your head off,” the cop said. “This is Empire business. Got it?”
“I understand.”
“But Daddy—”
The cop holding me cuffed me across the face. “Shut up, whore.”
“I’m sorry, Lynette. There’s nothing I can do,” Mr. Teeko said.
I knew that a lot better than he did. Still, a part of me wished he would do more than zip his fly up. I deserved that for six months as his concubine.
The cops dragged me to the elevator. I knew better than to scream for help. I still had tears dripping down my face, ruining my makeup. I waited until the elevator doors closed to ask, “What are you going to do to me?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“It is my business. It’s my life!”
The slightly nicer of the two said, “You’re going back to the facility for testing.”
“Why? I haven’t done anything. I haven’t said anything—”
“Just shut up.” The cop holding me gave me another slap across the face.
I spit at his feet and then smiled. “You got another one in you?” I teased, though from the way my pussy gushed, another slap might have been enough to finish me off.
“You would like that,” he grumbled.
They tossed me into the back of the same unmarked car as before. A few people gave me a look as the car left the parking lot, but most knew to mind their own business. I blew the security guard a kiss and then giggled.
“So what are they going to do to me now?” I asked. “I really hope they don’t make me an old lady again. All that saggy skin was so gross.”
“That’s not up to us,” the cop behind the wheel said.
“If it were, I’d put a bullet in you and be done with it.”
“That’s not very nice.” I leaned forward on the seat to whisper, “Why don’t you let me out and I can show you my appreciation .”
“You want to keep those bleached teeth of yours, you best sit back.”
“You boys are no fun,” I grumbled. I leaned back with a huff. Even if they did let me go in exchange for a
With all that, it might seem I would sink into the new luxury and forget about everything else going on. It was certainly tempting, but I never succumbed to that temptation. In the back of my mind, I still yearned to have Denise next to me in bed and Michael and Tammy down the hall in their rooms.
Another temptation was to go down to the twenty-sixth floor and look for Jo Ann in Accounts Payable. I knew if I did that, the aliens would have to alter things to make sure she couldn’t remember me. So I was content to bide my time, until for six months I had been Mr. Teeko’s pet secretary.
One morning I was on my knees, “taking dictation.” That was his code for sucking his cock. The first time I had taken him in my mouth I threw up afterwards, but now I had gotten used to the rancid taste. I expertly worked my tongue around his cock, feeling it get bigger, to the point it started to throb.
As I worked, he ran his fingers through my hair, clamping down to the point I winced with pain. He always liked to inflict a little pain with a slap or a hard pinch or yanking back on my hair. It made the experience better for him and I have to admit I got off on it too. I had definitely become a dirty girl.
When someone yanked my head back, I assumed it was Mr. Teeko. Then I found myself looking up at the hard, grim face of the cop who had first taken me from my office. I smiled up at him. “Hi there! Do you have an appointment?”
“It’s time to go, whore,” he growled. As he jerked me back onto my spike heels, I saw his partner holding a gun in Mr. Teeko’s direction.
“Say anything about this and we’ll blow your head off,” the cop said. “This is Empire business. Got it?”
“I understand.”
“But Daddy—”
The cop holding me cuffed me across the face. “Shut up, whore.”
“I’m sorry, Lynette. There’s nothing I can do,” Mr. Teeko said.
I knew that a lot better than he did. Still, a part of me wished he would do more than zip his fly up. I deserved that for six months as his concubine.
The cops dragged me to the elevator. I knew better than to scream for help. I still had tears dripping down my face, ruining my makeup. I waited until the elevator doors closed to ask, “What are you going to do to me?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“It is my business. It’s my life!”
The slightly nicer of the two said, “You’re going back to the facility for testing.”
“Why? I haven’t done anything. I haven’t said anything—”
“Just shut up.” The cop holding me gave me another slap across the face.
I spit at his feet and then smiled. “You got another one in you?” I teased, though from the way my pussy gushed, another slap might have been enough to finish me off.
“You would like that,” he grumbled.
They tossed me into the back of the same unmarked car as before. A few people gave me a look as the car left the parking lot, but most knew to mind their own business. I blew the security guard a kiss and then giggled.
“So what are they going to do to me now?” I asked. “I really hope they don’t make me an old lady again. All that saggy skin was so gross.”
“That’s not up to us,” the cop behind the wheel said.
“If it were, I’d put a bullet in you and be done with it.”
“That’s not very nice.” I leaned forward on the seat to whisper, “Why don’t you let me out and I can show you my appreciation .”
“You want to keep those bleached teeth of yours, you best sit back.”
“You boys are no fun,” I grumbled. I leaned back with a huff. Even if they did let me go in exchange for a