A Perfect Pandemic A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time A Novelette by Alexandra Rios Text Copyright Reserved © August, 2021 Dedication Transgender Day of Remembrance is a solemn occasion. I am offering “A Perfect Pandemic” for free as an antidote to the fear, phobia, discrimination, d... read more
There is a saying that a single man looking for companionship and good fortune will seek someone for marriage. Lydia and I met several months ago on an online dating site. We agreed to meet at a bar restaurant for drinks and initial meeting. She was at the bar wearing a yellow sundress, white painte... read more
I think I wanted to be a female from birth. I once looked through a girlie magazine out of curiosity. I had impossible dreams and I longed to trade genitalia with them. I have always fantasized about my Vagina when I was younger. It was during those times that I would drift into my own private world... read more
At the time I was living in Paris and on sheer whim, I decided to go to Amsterdam for the weekend. I thought to myself, "what better place to act out my fantasies than in Amsterdam?" I packed some of my slutty clothes. I decided on my slutty cowgirl outfit complete with flannel top, jean s... read more
I had always thought of myself as female in spite of the fact that I was born with male genitlia. Even in my earliest memories where I had witness sex, I identified with the female in the relationship. As a small young child, I had always longed for womanhood each time I heard a woman sing or especi... read more
Frank was pumping me hard and his huge cock seemed to have grown and become extra hard. I am so thrilled that way he enjoys fucking my ass with such passion. I would almost think he was in love with me if this relationship wasn't so bizarrey. It’s ironic that as a male I always get total humiliation... read more
Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up your ... read more
My story is nothing new, like most girls who used to be boys I knew from an early age that I was different to all my school friends. My dad was a thug of a man, who enjoyed the physical battle of the rugby pitch as much as the post match booze up, but I took after the mother who died giving birth to... read more
My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne ... read more
There was no doubt that this was going to be my last baseball game in organized ball. I knew that after high school I would not get a chance to play anywhere else, save for the drunken beer league down the line. I was an average player who played for a small school. I played second base. We were los... read more
It's hard to get good help. Probably, that's true in any business, but it's especially difficult to find decent employees in the fast food racket. Believe me; I've tried. I manage the local Beefy Buns franchise--burgers, fries, and shakes is our mainstay, but the menu also features fish and chick... read more
Chase Abernathy was exhausted. A combination of a heavy meal and a long flight had conspired to make him feel as if he’d just completed a triathlon. His shoulders ached from carrying his on-flight bags, his legs were sore from standing most of the day and his mind was numb from the effort o... read more
"Hey bébé, quand est-ce que tu rentres à la maison?" le message texte bourdonnait doucement. Sortant discrètement le téléphone de ma poche, je tape "Même heure que d'habitude, juste après 5 heures, pourquoi... quoi de neuf ?" C'est mon amante Sarah, ma meilleure amie et une femme que je connai... read more
I had been dressing up in women’s clothes since I was a kid. Started with my sister’s clothes, I loved her school uniform. I used to prance around in it when I was lucky enough to have the house to myself, which wasn’t often. I loved pretending I was a school girl, and a rather nau... read more
The weekend A story inspired by the very sweet and sexy samantha satine and my beautiful wife Part 1 - The preparation samantha packed her suitcase with her usual attention to detail, makeup, lingerie, wigs, but no dresses. Her head was confused by this, Master D had given her instructions... read more
“In life, finding a voice is speaking and living the truth. Each of you is an original. Each of you has a distinctive voice. When you find it, your story will be told. You will be heard.” John, living outside Boston, being your average accountant working with Gillette, had gone through a messy di... read more
Chapter One I first met Rene at an Art Museum Benefit. I aware of it at the time but Rene was the guest of honor as a result of his impending large donation to the museum's endowment fund. The reception and cocktail party was to be the event at which he was expected to announce his considerable... read more
La dernière feuille d'automne est tombée au sol alors que j'emballais le dernier de mes livres dans une boîte en carton. Je n'en ai jamais lu aucun, mais ma mère était catégorique pour que je garde chacun d'eux. En raison de problèmes financiers, notre emballage et notre déménagement ont été retardé... read more
My divorce was hitting me really hard. My wife outgrew our relationship and started living her own life and I had a front row seat to everything. My heart and life was upside down. I didn’t go out anymore. Friends and family both told me it was time to get my life back on track and start living ... read more
It had been a long day. I had fought the traffic after a miserable week to get home early and surprise my wife for what was to be a romantic weekend. But as I pulled up to the house my heart sank. I saw a bright red motorcycle in the drive way and something inside told me, "This isn't right!&qu... read more
