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182 pages, Paperback
First published October 19, 2013



"Rob wasn't a girl. Wasn't born one, not physically and not even on the inside. He just liked ... playing one. Dressing up as one.
Rob didn't want to trick anyone, and he especially didn't want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to be a girl sometimes. Because it made him feel good ... Being Bobby, part time, at least, felt right."
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The kiss deepened. Dylan's hands swept down from Bobby's shoulders, down to cup his tits in their little lace bra through his shirt. "And I'm actually getting into the whole girl thing, to be honest. Hell, lately I've been having this fantasy that we go out, but with you in full girl mode, and you're wearing a short little skirt and at the end of the night I hike it up around your hips and pound you from behind like the pretty little slut you are."
"Oh," Bobby breathed.
Bobby arched, but there was nowhere for him to go, not with that big body bearing down on him. Dylan leaned in close, nipping his earlobe, and whispered, "You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours?"
The words were a live wire, charging every single inch of Bobby's body. Every nerve. Every capillary. He moaned and bucked, cock glancing against Dylan's thicker one. "Yes, yes," he groaned back, squirming across the mattress delirious with the pleasure of being pinned in place.
"Show me," Dylan said, and the fingers that had been stroking between Bobby's legs were rubbing his lips instead.


"Whatever little fantasies Rob had about alternate realities, in this world, men were men and women were women, whether you were born that way or you had a sex-change or whatever, that part didn't matter. What mattered was that you couldn't be both."
"And besides, Rob wasn't a girl. Wasn't born one, not physically and not even on the inside. He just liked....playing one. Dressing up as one."