The Prisoners of Gender by John Bushore

Summary

A magical twist on a gender bender bungle.

It’s not the same old love story when a princess and her guardian exchange bodies due to a botched spell. Add a clueless maid-servant along with a half witted giant who loves pretty girls, and this bawdy, romance takes off with plenty of adventure and a bit of situational comedy.

Princess Marissa, a virgin, yearns to be a man so she can control her fate. Captain Bardak is sworn to protect her. The caravan is attacked; all are killed, save the princess, the injured captain, and Janelle, a loyal but superstitious servant. They are taken captive by the minions of a vengeful wizard intent on using the princess to avenge himself on the king. An enchantment goes awry, and the captain and the princess secretly switch bodies. Can Bardak, in his unfamiliar, frail, female persona, manage to save Marissa, near dead in his battered body, so he can return her form in a virtuous state?

It'll be a tough battle, because Marissa quickly learns to enjoy being a male and wants to try out her new ‘equipment,’ while Janelle lusts for the captain. And even if Bardak succeeds, he’s likely to be executed by the princess’s hardhearted father.

Excerpt

"No." Mark sighed. "We have to at least try to rescue Janelle. I'll give you that. But, if we're going to die anyway..." He reached for her again.

For a second time, Bardak pushed the man's hand away. He couldn't deny to himself he felt a sexual attraction for Mark/Marissa, but it still seemed depraved, even though he was, for all intents and purposes, a woman now. And there was still his oath to consider. Even if he were to die while occupying the princess's body, he must make sure she died a virgin.

Yet the male body beside him on the sleeping blanket, exuded a strong, musky scent that made his feminine heart want to give in. If he did, however, would he end up like Marissa? Mark seemed a totally different person. Oh, he still had Marissa's kindness and consideration, but the male aggressiveness and sexuality overpowered it. Damn the gods, a union of these two bodies, Bardak's and Marissa's, seemed perfectly natural, but the trading of their personalities had perverted it.

Once again Mark's hand reached out to stroke her. This time, when Bardak went to push the unwelcome touch away, Mark grabbed his hand. Bardak tried to pull away, but he was held immobile. And when Mark's face slowly lowered down to kiss him, his determination to resist was stymied by the look of love in the man's dark eyes. It seemed impossible that he had once gazed out of those very eyes; their awkward situation had come to seem almost natural over the weeks. And now something deep down inside his very feminine body, told him to surrender himself to this man.
 

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