Transvestite

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Joey Fucks Teach

Joey, 18, Senior, 5′ 11″, 140 lbs., 4.5″ uncut cock- Thin and curvy with feminine features, a soft face, and a round but firm ass. Crossdresses on the down low and has the hots for the shop teacher, Mr. Brennan.
Mr. Brennan, 46, Shop Teacher, 6′ 3, 225 lbs., 8.5″ cut cock – Wide and bulky with a neatly trimmed beard and hair everywhere. Gay on the down low and has the hots for Joey, a student in his 12th Grade shop class.

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Becoming Jane

John had always been a little bit different. At a young age he had discovered porn. It started with pictures and magazines. Then the internet brought him movies. He became addicted. First it was straight porn, then interacial. Then he discovered strapon femdom witch quickly led to transexual porn. Soon he began sneaking around wearing his mothers panties and playing with his ass.

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Working ‘Girl’

This idea has been in my head for a long time. If you’re not into young, crossdressing, or older man/younger boy, then turn back now. I do not condone anything in this story, it is simply a fantasy. I hope you enjoy it!

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The Grave Protrusion

Emiru sensed the cumulonimbus looming menacingly, far overhead, as he jogged home from the library on the far side of town. The shadow of the impending storm seemed to chase him, possibly intent on ruining the pages of the strange occult tome he had picked up; or on causing his makeup to run and soaking his nice ‘goth-loli’ dress, which he had incidentally been wearing in public for the first time. This is what he gets, he thought, for having wasted so much time at the library, skimming through the obscure grimoire and childishly incanting all of the most ‘evil’-looking contents in quick succession, putting on a show for the extraordinarily superstitious patrons crowding the ‘theology & occult’ section.
The light of the sun was almost completely blotted out, though the time must have been high-noon; the roaring of thunder danced on his nerves, and a stealthy trickle had already gained on him. The drizzle, slowly increasing in heaviness, relentlessly assailed the inexpensive yet precious materials he wore–he had no choice but to go through the oft bespake ‘creepy cemetery’, always a sure shortcut to any urgent destination.
Lightning streaked across the dark, oppressive sky, and the rain increased drastically in severity. Emiru finally opted to hold the damnable book above his head, shielding his proud, finely-treated locks from nature’s ravages. He knew where the cemetery was, and he had it on good authority that it was indeed the shortest route to his house, but the weather was disorienting–and not just the weather, but something vague, beyond the grasp of coherent thoughts, lurking in the thick atmosphere and watching him. Perhaps it was all in his head. He tried to pick up the pace, though his cute, black pumps were hindered by the swelling mud all around.
Before he could see it, he rammed through the antiquated iron gate, subsequently losing his footing and landing on his buttocks. Enraged, he sat there cursing the skies; for his skirt had lifted on the fall, exposing his pristinely white panties to utter ruination by muddying. He regained his footing with a quivering pout, indicative of a piercing sob being suppressed. The feeling of the mud-soaked undergarment caressing his sensitive bits was unbearably repulsive, so he walked in a discomforted crab-like fashion over to the nearest tombstone–’Father Ambrose B. Nelson: Served the Good Lord 1934 – Infinity’, it was thus inscribed–on which he sat, and proceeded to slip off his panties.
He tossed the soiled article into some gnarled tree branches far out of reach; then standing up, he took the opportunity to survey his surroundings and ascertain the correct path home therefrom. The cemetery he at last found himself in featured a sparse population of tall, twisted trees, overlooking the myriad of necrotic denizens resting beneath their gaudy gravestones. There was a surprising absence of flowers, grass or shrubbery, too. He looked back the way he came in, and he could see that the gateway was sandwiched between towering walls of faux-cyclopean masonry, which stretched all around the burial ground, protecting nothing.
The rain, as it happened, was subsiding–but the book Emiru held was far beyond non-returnable; pages stuck together and ripped like toilet paper as he even attempted to open it, so he tossed it as well. It appeared, then, that he no longer had any reason to be in a hurry. He decided to muck around the graves and entertain himself with the sometimes amusing inscriptions.
Perhaps an hour went by, spent giggling at fake-looking names, over-elaborate stone shapes and miscellaneous engravings; erratic sprinkling remained, but he had worried over his hair enough for the day. Upon circling a particular tree, however, his sense of direction became totally displaced. It was an odd feeling, nauseating and dizzying beyond description; and as he wobbled, he could swear that his surroundings underwent a subtle, malicious warping. When he eventually righted his vision and could once again walk straight, everything looked the same as before–but he was feeling rather uneasy, so he started in the direction homeward.
That’s when he beheld the ghastly protrusion from one of the burial plots. It was pale and fleshy, resembling a large mushroom in some respects; but also horrifically elongated, reaching slightly higher than most of the tombstones, and it tapered to a craterous tip at the tallest point, secreting a viscous, yellow fluid therefrom. Emiru looked upon the thing with bewilderment. It exuded a profoundly sweet scent, contrasting its grotesque and uncannily phallic appearance.
Emiru got close and leaned over the thing for a better look — it twitched! He was taken aback by its clear reaction to his proximity, but as if on reflex, he clutched it tightly in his right hand. The surface of the protrusion was a bit slippery–it was coated in its strange fluid mixed with rain droplets; and embarrassing thoughts entered Emiru’s head at that moment, so he could not help but begin jerking the phallic fungus as he would himself. Anon, it pulsated and spewed a smattering of the honey-like substance onto his pretty face.
He became incredibly aroused; his penis was already struggling under the weight of his skirt, and he wondered if the thing would taste as sweet as it smells. With the tip of his tongue, he tasted it, and his best expectations were surpassed; for the strange cemetery phallus was, in fact, the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. He proceeded to lick its length upwards, and slurp the golden nectar at the tip, which appeared to be the source of all that appealed to his senses earlier. Gulping the profuse excretions, he shivered with delight and reached behind himself with one arm, thereafter thrusting a finger into his ass; and he continued like this, massaging his prostate as he fellated the obscene protrusion from out the grave, encroaching beyond a half-hour.
By this time his anus, from which he had just removed two fingers, was quivering expectantly. Emiru wanted the thing inside of him; and he took a break from suckling the aromatic fluid so that he could try with his ass. He gripped it tightly in his hand and turned around, leaning forward and pulling it toward his opening as he backed onto it. His dick spat a minute quantity of pre-cum as soon as the protrusion touched his sphinctre, and the thing slipped in rather easily. Once he could retain the tip, he backed up a little further, pushing it well into his rectum. His heart-rate increased, and he was hornier then than ever before.
Emiru pushed off and on the slippery outgrowth ad infinitum, unable to stifle his orgiastic moans as hard as he tried–he had ejaculated all over the place; and after several minutes of fucking, the fungal phallus had become so well-lubricated and soft, that Emiru could take it in to its very base, where his buttocks met the soft soil. The thing appeared to have gone limp, having ejaculated sufficient ichor into his digestive tract. He stood up and it slipped out rather easily, falling in a slight coil onto the ground, though it twitched and one could tell it was slowly re-engorging.
He had enough excitement for the day, after all. He looked himself over, making sure he showed no obvious signs of having spent upwards of an hour sitting on a necrotic, honey-squirting dildo, and from there he jogged home. It was far easier to determine the direction he had to go now that the weather had cleared up, even though dusk had arrived.
His family was in the dining room having the last meal of the night together, though they didn’t seem to take note of him as he crept up a flight of stairs to the bathroom, where he proceeded to inspect himself in the mirror. He was a bit disconcerted by what he beheld in the glass; his eyes were ridiculously blood-shot, and they appeared to be larger than usual, with a somewhat alien aspect about them. His nose, also, was running some disgusting yellow snot straight to his lips.
Suddenly, he suffered an intense stomach cramp right before the mirror. It felt, actually, as though something was moving, tearing at him from the inside. He lifted his skirt up to his neck, exposing his belly and uncovered genitals, and checked the mirror for any clear abnormalities… Abomination of abominations! His abdomen featured a ghastly lump, and it was moving! It poked and prodded, like it was trying to escape, and Emiru underwent indescribably severe pangs. Eventually, a cut manifested at the most prominent area of the lump; bleeding in profusion, coming further agape; and finally, the thing poked out, subjecting itself to immediate identification–a carbon copy of the grave protrusion!
The pain did not cease–like a perpetual stomach cramp of the worst kind, exacerbated by a singular feeling of coldness all over. The cacodaemonical fungus continued to extend, aiming to reach the proportions of its kin or greater. The defeat of all hope was not complete there, however; for Emiru’s airway had been blocked for almost a minute, and at the front of his neck, another lump became apparent, indicating none other than a second protrusion, and his tragically imminent death throes on the bathroom floor.

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Krylo!

A story about the great and uncanny town of Krylo! It is unlike anywhere else on Earth.

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From Jeffrey to Cindy

I knew I shouldn’t get in his car. But I was desperate. If he outed me, if he told anyone about what he saw…So I stepped closer to the white Honda and could see his stern expression laid out across his face. But in the corner of his lip I almost saw a smirk. I opened the door of the passenger side, and stepped in, sitting down next to him. I looked straight ahead through the windshield at my home, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“Jeans? Different wardrobe choice since the last time I saw you.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. What could I say? He was right. The last time he saw me I was in my living room rubbing my cock through a pair of crimson red lace panties. I wish I heard him walk up the steps, open the door. stpe inside. I had no warning until I looked up breathing heavy, hand covered in cum, with him staring back at me with an evil grin. “I’ll leave you be, for now.” and he left back out the door. I was horrified. My parents bizarre, creepy friend Jack saw me in the worst possible scenario. He texted me a few hours later. He told me if I wanted my secret kept I’ll take a drive with him the next day. I had no choice.
Now, here I was driving to god knows where, not a single word spoken other than his statement about my fashion choice. He just did that so I knew he was in charge that was clear. I swallowed hard letting out a quiet sign. I hated the unknown. Not knowing what the hell was going to happen, or where the hell we were going it drove me crazy.
“So” he finally spoke up cutting through the silence of the car. “How long ago did you decide on your new undergarments?” I didn’t say anything I just looked at the ground feeling my face turn a shade of pink. He reached over and forcefully grabbed my leg forcing it to spread. “Im talking to you boy, when I ask you a question you better damn sure answer it.” His forceful actions mixed with his shockingly booming voice scared me.
“Tha…That was my first time.”
He let out a loud laugh.
“Well with the little package you have between your legs, I’d say women panties are appropriate.
I felt my heart crawl into my throat. I couldn’t believe he said that. I always knew it was small, but hearing someone say it, stung. I haven’t had sex for that reason.
“You’d of been better off as a woman. You know, I think you enjoyed wearing panties. I think you know that since you clearly cant use that to satisfy a woman, you want to learn to satisfy a man like a woman.
My eyes shot open, I looked at him for the first time since I entered the car. His evil grin grew bigger.
“Don’t try to deny it.” You felt nice in those panties, you felt right didn’t ya?”
I thought to myself, i didn’t think he was right. He couldn’t be right about this. But what he is saying is making a sick sort of sense. He was successfully mind fucking me and I had no idea.
He pulled off to a dirt road and parked the car. I looked around not a house, or other vehicle in sight. Was he going to kill me?
“Here’s the deal Jeffrey…No that wont do…Here’s the deal Cindy. You don’t want the whole town to know about your little problem, or your choice of underwear I will keep your secret, but you will be doing something for me. He reached across me and went into the glove compartment. His elbow grazing my nub of a cock causing it to leap a little. I didn’t understand how it could even move in this situation. He took out a pair of black lace panties and sat them in my lap.
“You’re going to go stand in front of the car. Strip completely naked, and put those on. That is your first task of the day.
I couldn’t believe he was asking me to do this, I wanted to cry, my hands shook. I looked around, the area seemed deserted, but god knows with my luck i’d leave the car, strip and the whole town would show up.
“I said go boy, don’t make me tell you again.”
I let out a defeated wimper opening the car door and stepping outside and walking to the front of the car. I saw his hand slide down out of sight but by his shoulder moving, I knew it was still moving. I lifted my shirt up and over my head letting it fall to the dirt. I never noticed before that even at 18 I was hairless. Not one bit of hair on my chest or armpits. I still had baby fat and I wasn’t the most athletic so i had a pair of man boobs that I obviously wasn’t fond of displaying. He honked his horn, causing me to jump and my hands fumbled with my belt on my jeans and released it letting my jeans fall down around my ankles leaving me in a pair of batman boxers. I hurried to remove them, just wanting this to be over and trying not to think too hard about this horribly humiliating experience as I kicked them to the side and slid on the pair of black panties. They felt odd against my skin, different then boxers, or the pair of panties I took from my sisters drawer. I put my hands in front of the crotch of the panties, not that I had much to hide. He raised his hand, gesturing me to return to the car. I leaned down to gather my clothes and he honked the horn once more. I looked at him and he shook his head. He wanted me to leave my clothes there? I whimpered and slowly walked back to the car leaving my clothes in the dirt, me in just a pair of black panties.
I scooted into the seat and closed the door. His hand slid onto my thigh. I looked over and for the first time I saw his cock hanging out of his opened pants. He saw where my eyes went and nodded stroking his meat.
“This is what a real cock looks like. You don’t have a cock you have a little clit. The hand of his that was on my thigh went up onto my shoulders and ran through my hair. I really wish I didn’t like the “skater look” so much, because I knew my long brown hair was only in his mind confirming his beliefs that I was meant to be a woman.
“You’re not a real man” he said in a soft almost comforting voice.
“You’re a woman, who is meant to serve men.”
My eyes remained on his cock. I didn’t know what it was, but a part of me was hearing his words and believing him. I wanted to serve him. Maybe it was the dirt he had on me, or it was that I was meant to be a woman, meant to serve him. I didn’t know but I wanted to keep him happy.
“Mmmm I see your starting to come around, your little clit is growing.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You even have a pair of tits growing in .” I blushed, I really hated my baby fat.
“For me to keep your secret, you have to do something for me. You want to do something for me, dont you?” He said in the same sweet tone he had been using.
I nodded slowly my eyes leaving his cock, looking from his flannel jacked, up to his gruff face, with stubble on his chin to his evil grin.
“Thats a good girl.” His hand pressed against my head harder. “You will learn the first step at pleasing a man. Your going to give me a nice blowjob.”
My eyes grew wide with panic, no i couldn’t do this. I shook my head in horror, and for the first time in I don’t know how long I spoke.
“No, I cant do that. I can’t. Please. I’m not a girl, im a guy.”
He let out a loud laugh, that I’m sure could be heard a mile away.
“You’re not a guy, a guy wouldn’t be wearing panties, a guy would have a real cock not a puny clit. A guy wouldn’t have tits growing in, and a guy would of spoken up ages ago. But you didn’t. Because you aren’t a guy, you are a girl. not even a woman.”
My jaw hung open, I was trying to think of something to say but I was so confused. Was he right? I had no time to think as I felt my head being pressed down toward his cock. I quickly close my mouth, my lips pressing against his hairy cock. I knew enough, to know he had precum already leaking down the side of it, and he rubbed my lips into it
“Open up baby let your new uncle Bo show ya how to be a real girl.”
I wimpered but I opened my lips slowly and the head of his cock slid into my mouth the taste erupting through my mouth. It tasted salty, and sweaty, but something was happening to me. His hand had left my head and i was pushing further down. I lifted my head back up and then eased my mouth further down. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought, and I wanted it all to be over. Thats how I rationalized it. I wanted it all to be over.
“Ohhhh yeah just like that, see a born cock sucker.” He rested his head closing his eyes as I continued bobbing my head up and down. His moans made me feel a little prideful and I started to bob my head up and down faster. I let a hand find its way to his balls and started to stroke them as I let my head slide down until I gagged. I felt a rush hearing myself gag and slammed my head down over and over gagging each time. He grabbed my head forcing it up and down faster and faster his moans growing louder before he pulled my mouth off his cock and I saw a huge splash of cum leave his cock and spray my lips and into my open mouth. He started to jerk his cock letting any cum he had stored up splash into my mouth and against my lips and cheeks. He let me go and i leaned against the passenger side door breathing heavy eyes watery, trying to understand what I just did.
“Just as I thought. You love sucking cock just like a girl. He reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the compartment and lit one and placing it into between his lips before starting the car. I looked down realizing I was still un the underwear, and he was driving away from my clothes. I watched my clothes fade into the background of the wooded area. Cum staining my lips and cheeks, wearing a pair of black panties. I was watching my old life fading as well. My life changed the second I willingly opened my mouth.

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