A thousand years the djinn lay trapped. His anger festering until the day I pulled the stopper. His promise: three wishes, one day to enjoy them, then my death to atone for the millennium lost. "Is it true that I may wish you free? Will you let me live?" "Perhaps." "Then but one wish! A magic ring to take the form of anyone whose image I see!" A ring he surrenders. Picture of Bailey Jay in hand I don the ring, and I am he...

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, sexy and had all the right dance moves, at least just enough to get me to allow him to lead me off the dance floor to the bar. I’d let him buy me a drink. “I don’t think I’v...

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 sport recent injury. It is softer now but not inert. The reduced erection means that where there were many individual marks on the shaft, now there is merely a general redne...

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 she could continue live streaming softcore femboi porn to her coterie of fans from the comfort of her bedroom. She tweeted “live show at 5 pm ET,” took off her make-up an...

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 girlfriends. There was so much to consider! From foundation skin tone to the amount to apply; from the right shade of blusher – which I’d learned should match my natural inne...

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 smell of hay. The silence unnerves me, even as I stand panting in the courtyard. “Hello?” I call. This is ridiculous – I am calling like I don’t want to disturb anyone out of...

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 conscious – often more than conscious, thanks to a cocktail of chemical enhancements I barely remember – for at least twenty-four hours. My underneath is a lovely combinati...

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 long hair would I look blokey – the perennial risk for a transgender woman? But it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A chunky, straight fringe hangs from a smal...