What does a woman actually feel during sex?
That was the question that haunted me before I joined the Marines. I never thought the answer would be found in the heart of the Madagascar jungle, at the hands of a primitive tribe with bodies carved like obsidian stone.
When our mission goes south and the tribal warriors surround us, their poisoned arrows raining down, I had no idea that this ambush would finally hold the answer to my burning question.
But the answer wasn't a word; it was a total, carnal transformation.
My muscles soften, my curves ripen, and my chest swells into heavy, aching globes. I am no longer a man; I am Aura, a lush submissive destined for the tribe's men's beds.
In this primal paradise, there is no room for resistance. There is only the rhythm of the jungle, the unyielding power of the black men, and the delicious realization that my true training has only just begun.
From Elite Soldier to Curvy Tribal Sissy?this is my rebirth
