Miss-Taken Identities: An Anthology of Feminization Fantasies

Miss-Taken Identities

Copyright 2017 FFF Publications

Edited by Sally Bend

Featuring Kylie Gable & Claudia Acosta, Sally Bend, Reed James, Mindi Harris, Kella Z. Driel, Moctezuma Johnson, and Lyka Bloom

Published by FFF Publications at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Introduction

PART ONE: Gender Swaps and Transformations

Pegging Sue

Sex Toys and Doll Parts

Futa Witch Gender Swaps the Cheater

PART TWO: Crossdressing and Sissification

A Two-Piece Bikini

Happily Ever After

The Construction Outfit

Catch and Release

About the Authors

Other books by FFF Publications

Introduction

Femdom. Futanari. Feminization. These are the 3 F’s that make up FFF Publications.

Back in May, our kinky gang of authors put together our first anthology, Lipstick for Her Leather: An Anthology of Transgender Femdom Erotica. As you can probably guess from the title, it paid homage to the first of those three F’s with a collection of stories that explored our love and admiration for dominant women.

A few months later we followed that up with Futa Explosion: Four Hot Futa Stories. While welcoming back a pair of authors from our first anthology, it also introduced two very exciting new contributors to the mix. Together, we all had some messy fun indulging our love of futanari beauties with a collection that embraced the second of our three F’s.

That, of course, brings us to Miss-Taken Identities: An Anthology of Feminization Fantasies. In our biggest collection yet, we welcome back authors from our first two anthologies, while welcoming two more to the group. With the last of our three F’s allowing for such a wide range of exploration, there is a little something here for all readers.

For fans of gender swaps and transformations, Kylie Gable & Claudia Acosta offer a deliciously creepy tale about hitchhiking and urban legends; Sally Bend weaves a cautionary story of secrets, conspiracies, and being careful what you wish for; while Reed James has some fun with a witch who is determined to turn her boyfriend (and herself) into the perfect lovers.

If your feminization tastes run more towards more traditional crossdressing and sissification, Mindi Harris offers up a story of twin siblings, bikini shopping, and bet that very quickly gets out of hand; Kella Z. Driel invites us to apply for a job at a firm with a very strict workplace feminization policy; Moctezuma Johnson explores the smutpunk goings-on of injured construction workers and home renovations; and Lyka Bloom introduces us to a novice sissy who finds himself kidnapped and offered an exciting new life.

We hope you enjoy, and we would be absolutely delighted if you can find a moment or two to leave a brief review. Really, every review helps, even if it’s as simple as I loved it (and we hope you do!).

PART ONE: Gender Swaps and Transformations

Pegging Sue

by Kylie Gable & Claudia Acosta

Copyright 2017

The fog was creeping over Route 11 when Jared Hogan dropped off his girlfriend Nadine at her home on the outskirts of town. She was getting to be such a drag lately. He was a man and he had needs. She should give in at least sometimes. Instead, she just turned him on and left him hanging. Once again he was nursing a pair of blue balls.

He grumbled as he pulled into the left lane to rush home and relieve his growing tension. In the distance, his headlights revealed a lithe figure hitchhiking. As he got closer, he slowed his Toyota and slipped into the right lane to take a better look. You just didn't see hitchhikers that much in Brookhaven anymore, and you never saw girls like this one.

Jared slammed on the breaks and turned off the radio. He knew the hair metal station he listened to was not going to impress a girl like this. He eased to a stop about five feet from the young woman. She was a beautiful blonde girl, about twenty-one, just like him.

As Jared studied her more closely in the dim light, he realized that the way she was dressed was seriously out of date. Her honey-colored hair was in a ponytail held in place by a large white ribbon. She wore a white cardigan sweater and a pink poodle skirt. Her feet sported a pair of pink pumps, but there was no hiding her figure or her face.

Hey, my name is Jared, he called out through the passenger side window. Hop in; it's a nasty night out. I'll give you a lift.

Thanks, I’m Sue! chirped the bubbly blonde, hopping inside and closing the door behind her.

Are you coming from a Halloween party?

Gosh no, she replied. Do I like that ghastly? I was coming from a dance.

Heavens no! I think you look amazing. I just meant you're dressed kind of old-fashioned.

I guess so, she said. Fashion really isn't my thing, though I try to read fashion magazines whenever I'm at the beauty parlor.

I'm the same way, said Jared. Not about the beauty parlor, but the way I figure it, if it's comfortable then wear it.

You're funny, she said. I like that.

Where am I taking you? asked Jared.

Oh, just follow this road and then take a left.

Jared liked this girl. She appeared lively and enthusiastic in a way that his girlfriend wasn't. She seemed really interested in what he had to say. Nadine didn't seem to care anymore. Sue certainly didn't give off a promiscuous vibe, but Jared got the sense that she'd do things to please her man. Not his girlfriend. Nadine had hard and fast limits that she wouldn't cross for any man.

The fog had given way to the kind of autumn storm that only people in New England understand. It was a driving rain, but even worse, the wind felt like it was threatening to cut right through to your bones.

Night had fallen hard and only the headlights and the old wiper blades allowed the car to amble its way along the small old country roads that Sue was leading him down.

It sure is a nasty night, said Jared.

I'm so glad you came along, replied Sue, it probably wasn't very smart of me to storm off.

From your boyfriend?

Not anymore, she replied. Do you have a girlfriend?

No, lied Jared. If things worked out with Sue maybe he'd upgrade from Nadine, he thought.

Can you put on the radio? she asked him, moving in closer and snuggling against his body.

Sure, but we can change the station, he said putting on the radio and being astonished that there was no Warrant or Winger forthcoming. Instead, it was a 1950s rockabilly song. He was pretty sure the artist was Buddy Holly, but he didn't know enough to be sure.

That's odd, said Jared. This is supposed to be a hair metal station.

Well I think I like this better, replied Sue.

You like oldies? asked Jared.

I don't really know what an oldie is.

Music that's more than a couple months old, replied Jared.

Turn left here. It's the third house on your right.

The one with the nice porch?

That's it, replied Sue.

Jared pulled his car in front of the house, splashing most of a large puddle onto the front lawn.

Wow! This storm keeps getting heavier and heavier, observed Jared.

Why don't you come inside until it blows over? You shouldn't be driving in this kind of weather anyway.

Jared would be the first one to tell you, driving through the rain was preferable to getting caught out in it, but he wasn't really thinking about that. He was eager to get to know Sue better, so he said, Sure, let's make a run for it.

They sprinted out of the car and up to Sue's front porch. She did an admirable job of running in heels on wet pavement, but she fumbled for the keys. They both got drenched as they stood in the downpour before she finally threw open the front door and they rushed inside.

We're soaked, declared Jared.

I know, replied Sue. Why don't you put on a record and I'll go slip into something more comfortable.

A record? asked Jared.

Yeah, the hi-fi is over in the corner and I've got a pretty big collection.

Sure, said Jared. Sure enough, inside the polished wooden cabinet were a couple dozen records and fifty or sixty singles. He looked at the LPs and saw names like Bobby Darin, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, and Roy Orbison. He grabbed an Orbison record. It was called At the Rock House and it was nearly sixty years old. This girl sure had interesting taste in music.

Jared listened to the music coming from the record. It wasn't really his cup of tea, but it wasn't unpleasant either. Plus, it was a love song and that was probably a better idea right now than screaming guitars.

He looked around the house and noticed the place looked strangely dated. There were magazines on the coffee table and they were all from 1962. The pictures on the walls appeared to be of the same vintage, and the television looked like some kind of antique.

Roy Orbison? That's a good choice, said Sue, emerging from the bathroom wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. That was not what Jared had hoped she would change into, but it was a step in the right direction.

We need to get you some dry clothes too, she offered.

I'm all right, replied Jared.

Nonsense, said Sue. You're shivering. I don't want you catching a cold on my account, and I'm sure I could find something that would fit you in the basement. Don't go away.

Are you sure?

Positive, she said as she practically skipped down the stairs.

Jared was cold and wet. Maybe some dry clothes would be a good idea. He stood shivering in the living