"Tyler!" Your father's voice is gritty, like sandpaper against wood. Standing in the doorway of your room, Rick glares at you, his hands smeared with black engine grease. "What the hell is this?" He holds up the translucent bottle of X-Change pills. Your...
My life as Bianca was rapidly progressing to the point of my never being a man again. My stepmother had reported that I as a man was abducted by a few men. The Columbian police had searched for six months, and they had called off the search. It helped tha...
The next morning I was woken up by my grandmother telling me that we had to get ready for the funeral. She patiently waited for me to get done in the bathroom. When I emerged from the bathroom, she had a pair of extremely padded panties. She then followed...
I’d worn an absolutely killer dress just to make sure I got what I was looking for that night. Dancing under the lights I could feel eyes all over me, and as the evening progressed men became bolder and bolder about approaching. This one was athletic, sex...
Treasure Cunt Mutant John is naked. He has lost weight, and is more toned. I seek a scar on his chest, but the surgery on his heart was via keyhole, so there is nothing beneath the grey-black mat of hair across his broad chest. His cock, however, does spo...
Detention Lara, as Laurence Little called herself while en femme, muted the Beast and mulled his proclamation banning travel from China. Her parents’ trip to visit her mom’s family in Wuhan, scheduled to end days later, would be indefinitely extended. So...
I was at home, upstairs in the bathroom where the light is best at mid-morning. My hands shook slightly as I put on makeup, desperate not to smudge it or get one eye different to the other. As I worked, I remembered online tutorials and the advice of girl...
6. Farmed Out The farm is dark and silent. The light I saw comes from a lamp atop a huge empty barn with a corrugated roof. The other buildings slump around me. Some are ancient, some more modern although those are shabbier. There is a thick, fertile smel...
This chapter is from My Black Bob - a novel of trans erotic adventure. Click on my profile for a link to the rest! x I drift through Brighton, the fresh morning light clean and almost platinum in its glorious pale intensity. It’s Sunday and I have been co...
I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have...
The end of spring was making its way into Pennsylvania with summer knocking on the door and I got to enjoy the drive from Pittsburgh to Hershey for a work conference. You know the ones where they stress three days of leadership and team building. This yea...
I could feel his hot breath on my face as my red lips slowly retreated. He drew air in through his nose, savouring my perfume and smiling back at me. My hands left his crotch and gently moved up along his tight torso. The slightly contoured muscles felt w...
Amy said, “So I think you are going to need to take next week off from work. I guess you could go to work with your new look if you want to but I am doubting you will want to subject yourself to the ridicule and questions about your look. You should get s...
My wife and I get together with our neighbors to play cards to play cards about once a month. We generally have a good time but there are no stakes involved. For a poker player like me who is accustomed to gambling for large amounts of money playing just...
This past Halloween I took advantage of a chance to attend a charity Halloween ball. I had to travel for business to a city in upstate New York for a few days, and my first day there I saw an advertisement for an annual Halloween costume ball taking place...
