Tranny Surprise Novels & Stories

A muttered apology came before Slasher turned back to us. “I am your boss today, so you follow my orders until we return back here, got it?” “Sir, yes, Sir!” everyone boomed in unison. Slasher shut the slot and the engine roared to life, but not before a small figure heaved himself up onto the back of the truck and took a place beside me. “Sorry I’m late everyone!” he squeaked “did I miss anything?”

Slick marble stairs, covered with an expensive Persian rug. "Julia, please, I'm pregnant..." "With MY child!" Her eyes flashed with a mad light. "Maybe... maybe I don't need a surrogate after all!" Her foot shot out. My world tilted. Time stopped. I saw the vicious satisfaction in her eyes as her lips formed two words: "Goodbye, vessel." Then I was falling, tumbling down the stairs. A sharp, ripping pain tore through my belly. I couldn't get air. Then, a warm gush down my legs.

A brief silence descended upon us. The teacher moved closer to take a better look at the screen before he scoffed. "You really are well prepared. Unfortunately, you prepared the wrong photo." The other teachers began snickering. "What an idiot." "Are all abductors this incompetent these days?" "He probably just stole that photo from someone else." I didn't understand. I lowered my head and stared unblinkingly at the zoomed-in photo on the screen. The boy in the photo was definitely my son, William.

A few days later, I went to look for Shawn again. "The folk singer gave up this opportunity, and your audition results were impressive. I've recommended you to the company. Do you think you can handle it?" Shawn appeared as if he had received an unexpected stroke of luck. After a brief pause, he nodded enthusiastically and said, "I'm up for it, Miss Lily. Thanks a lot." Unconsciously, he started addressing me as Miss Lily. I presented him with a contract. "Well then, congratulations on joining West Light Media."

Something is just not right. I hop out of the car and quickly rush into the house. I bang the door loudly but no one opens. Surprisingly, the door is open. Wait, could this be a trap. I quickly switch on the lights with Troy behind me when I hear screams and shouts. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!!!" Fuck! I cup my mouth with my hands to not cry. "Fuck y'all!" I cry. Bruna walks towards me and embraces me warmly. "Sorry. I had to keep this a secret."

The eerie silence had me exchanging a curious glance with Roman. As we reached the arena's entrance, I stepped through the doorway first, and suddenly, a thunderous shout of "SURPRISE!" filled the air. My heart plummeted through my chest, leaving me breathless and shocked. I leapt backward, my eyes wide with surprise, before erupting into hysterical laughter. The arena was packed with familiar faces, all of whom were grinning from ear to ear, clearly thrilled to have pulled off such an epic surprise.

Yuck! "Taxi!!" I called out

The government official reviewed all the submitted proposals without showing any signs of satisfaction. I had my assistant hand over my proposal. The government official was close to feeling completely disappointed, but just when she had almost given up, the average solution I presented felt near perfect to her. Her expression lit up with surprise as she stood up. While holding the proposal, she asked, "Ms. York, are you from Golding Corp?" I respectfully rose to my feet and nodded. "I'm a shareholder," I corrected. A short while later, she answered an incoming call. Then, she announced, "We've decided to go with Golding Corp's proposal."

NXT MORNING Crystal groans and stretches on the soft comfortable bed " Ugh I wish there's no work today " she mutters, her eyes still closed and she hugged a pillow. "Wait a minute" she said opening one eye " this pillow doesn't smell like me at all " She gasps as she seats up wide eyed " ahhhhhhhhh ! " Crystal screams in shock , she had a blur memory of a guy trying to kiss her " did I really sleep with him " She looks down at herself and gasps in shock she was only wearing undies and bra .

"Finish it! If you dare spit it out when Mr. Kensington gets here, I'll throw you into the underground club and let every man there take turns with you!" After forcing more than half the bottle down my throat, Mason finally let go. I lay face down on the floor, retching, my throat burning. My vocal cords felt like they had been torn, and I could barely make a sound. Gabriel sounded uneasy. "Mr. Donovan, if she can't speak when Mr. Kensington arrives—" Mason glanced at him. "Even better. That saves us from having to listen to her nonsense." He crouched back down and grabbed my right hand. "Your fingers look nice."