0://Pre-Production Kip's Blog: I always knew I was different growing up. I know what they try to teach you in kindergarten, that everyone is different and everyone is special. That's not the kind I mean. I don't even mean the kind of special because I couldn't hear, and I was fitted with large, colorful hearing aids before I even nailed down the alphabet....
*IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ* The character Mykal is a pre-op FTM transsexual. He is a recurring character in my stories, and his name is pronounced like "Michael". I was supposed to meet Aaron and Mykie in our hotel room in L.A. They'd been there for a couple days already, steadfastedly refusing to pick up the phone whenever I called, just like normal. I fig...
*IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ* The narrarator of this story is a pre-op FTM transsexual, who's name is pronounced like "Michael". "So," he said, laying down next to me, "Besides tying people down, what else gets you going?" "Hands," I replied without hesitation. "What?" He rolled over onto his side to face me. He looked so gorgeous, shirtless in my bed. "Ha...
[Each route takes place a nebulous amount of time in the future so that the character in question is now 18 years old at minimum.] Musutafa, Japan, holds U.A. Academy, the best Pro Hero school in Japan. You, however, do not attend there. You are Ren Yamada, a simple civilian living in Musutafa. You're about to have a run-in with a Pro Hero or Provisional Her...
"Call me they," said the diminutive, tomboyish, short-haired and curvy Native American gal as she looked me up and down from behind her desk, dripping with attitude. Snorting, I looked at her like she had two heads and they were both fucked up. Ever since I moved to the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, I'd seen and exper...
Chapter One: Stolen Identities You banged your fist one last time against the corrugated sheet of iron metal before you. Much like the result of all your previous attempts, the wretched surface refuses to yield to your touch, the cold steel leaving a numbing sensation down the edge of your pinky finger where it had made contact. Exasperated, you collapse to...
This is the story of an incredible afternoon hookup with my hot FTM friend, Sam, told in two parts. I hope you enjoy! *** "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" exploded from Sam as my dick pumped in and out of his eager wet pussy. He looked so sexy bent over doggystyle on the couch in the living room of his place, which he shared with a roommate who was convenie...
I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did I have a hot, drunken girl in my apartment, but I had a hot NAKED girl on my bed that wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. "Let's see what you've got in those jeans, boy." she said as she began to rub her hand over my crotch. Now, you would think that being as nervous as I was and this being my first bar hookup...
I'm FtM and this story is one of my darker fantasies. Be warned of intense non-con and the use of terms like 'pussy' and 'cunt' to describe genitalia (my preference). If you don't like the subject matter, kindly move along. ***** I had thought that all train molesters were ugly old men, but clearly this one beat the stereotype. He was a young businessmen -...
In the medical world, it got called the Hormone-Oriented Sexual Transmutative Disease. The disease was transmittable through sexual activity and, as its symptoms and causes became more well-known, it got classified as an STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease) very quickly. Many people were fearful of the disease. They were never sure if they'd catch it, nor how...