Transgender Fiction Books Novels & Stories

It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n. The title was ‘Alpha’s Secret Boy.’ “What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath, flipping the book over to read the blurb on the back. The title sounded so cheesy like some cheap internet fiction. But even the blurb was worse. Mpreg. It was a fucking Mpreg novel. I only knew what it was because my ex–girlfriend back in high school was obsessed with books like this and always read them on her phone. That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her.

She is Alicia the Saint. Elise never thought that she would be transmigrated to the fantasy world. A medieval era composed of aristocrats, magic and divine power. An unfair world full of greed and violent people. Elise was frightened but slowly absorbing the reality. She was old enough but she never experienced this kind of phenomenon. She was just reading the book her cousin gifted to her.... She just read it so her cousin will leave her alone and stop messing with her. She never thought that she would wake up in a new body and in a fictional world! But how the heck does she go here? Did she die after reading the novel? Oh my god! Did she really die? Elise is panicking inside but suppresses

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The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

Doug smiles and lies back as I stand up to put on my dress. "Yeah, both of you can work together, satisfying me in every way possible." Shit, he's getting hard again. I need to get out of here. "Oh, I'm sure we'll agree on just the right way to take care of you." Killing Doug is the one thing Sydney and I most likely will see eye to eye on. Until she realizes I only helped her so I could have her for myself. Before he can respond, I say a quick spell and return to my home, deep in the black forest. I have to get ready for my guest. Come on, little bunny, you're going to be my new pet. I walk to the room where I have the others. My collection is almost complete. I have every type of shifter y

What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection? Hesitantly, he read on. It was an erotica, but unlike any he’d skimmed before. This one was relentless, visceral. It followed two main characters: a cruel, hedonistic prince and a cunning commoner who clawed her way to power by becoming his fiancée. The narrative was a twisted dance, first painting her as the ambitious heroine, then pivoting to dissect the prince’s depravities with a clinical, almost sympathetic eye. Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess.

She flipped the pages effortlessly, as if the action was ingrained into her muscle memory. I leaned closer to see more of her face and that action pulled her from her trance. "What?" She asked with a lovely smile. I wish she could be smiling at me everytime. "Whatever you're reading must be good.” I said. "It's an incredible book. Have you read it?" "I haven't." "It's about the first ever medically documented transgender female.” "That's one hell of a book." "It's a great story. Her journey is..." She shook her head as tears rose to her eyes.

“There are stories all about us and our kind in these books. I can give you passages if you want to read them. It will help you understand a little more, I suppose. But I have given you the short and sweet of it. But don’t believe everything you read.” I sat there for I know a few minutes, speechless. What do you say to all that? You meet a fantastically gorgeous man, who saves your life, has manners like no one you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting before, only to find out he is an angel. As luck would have it, I would meet the perfect man, and he wouldn’t even be human.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.