Transgender Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

I said indifferently. “Do you need my help?” “Not for now.” I stood up. “Moon’s punishment has only just begun. “I’ll make her watch as everything she’s proud of turns to ashes!” After leaving the club, I returned to my temporary base. It was a penthouse high above the city. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see the glittering lights below. Inside, dozens of screens glowed at once. They showed streams of data and information. Eight years ago, after I left this world, I did not return to the real world. I entered the digital space.

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?

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true? 'I don't know, probably, but even if not its almost certain to be based around a real event, I know my stories always are.' 'You write. Where do you get the ideas?' 'As I've just said, my stories are embellishments of real events. Do you fantasise?' A little hesitancy but Julia answered 'Yes. Doesn't everyone' 'I certainly do. My fantasies are always about real people and start in actual situations I've been in. It's the same for my stories.'

“Then she licked her lips and hands and smiled at us. She was naked except for her flip-flops. I remember that and thought it was odd. Then they left. We were loaded up and taken somewhere else. I remember being in Texas near the border for a few days. Those men were construction workers. They liked the Latino girls, but they weren’t into us…the transgender ones so much. We left there and got here a couple of days later when you saved us.” “That’s awful.” “Yes, it is, and some of these girls have seen worse than I did. They told me some really bad stories about those women in California, Oregon, and Washington. They said they are all devil worshipers and have human sacrifices all the time us

I don't know what else to do after reading the information in my head. I guess I have to wait till I turn teenager, before finding out then. This is weird as f*ck, but at the same time, exciting, cuz I'm like the main character of a Transmigration story, in which I was fond of, when I was still a student. Okay! Whatever these people have done to me, seems to have worked. I felt relaxed and my head felt so light. My crying had stopped after the system shut down and my eyelids shut completely as I drifted to a deep slumber.

Jamie Lena helped me to my feet, my legs still shaking like a newborn deer. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and leaking down my thighs. I could barely stand after the way she’d just destroyed me. “Get dressed,” she said with a smirk, tossing my crumpled dress at me. “We’re going back to my flat. I’m nowhere near done with that greedy cunt tonight.” The Uber ride to her apartment was pure torture. Lena kept her hand between my thighs the entire time, slowly fingering me under my dress while whispering filthy things in my ear so the driver wouldn’t hear.

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I really don't know where he's going with this. "Are you talking about shapeshifters? I read somewhere about Native Americans being able to shape-shift." He smiles slightly. "Yes, that's sort of what I'm talking about. There are people who can shift from human to animal. I'm one of those people. I can change from human to animal." Interesting. I must still be unconscious because I swear he just told me he can change from a human to an animal. If I'm dreaming, I guess I'll go along with it.