transsexuals stories and histories

Quick note before y'all start reading. This has male on futa and futa on male. I know some of you don't like that, so I'm leaving a warning here. Now enjoy the show!
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In a certain neighborhood, in a certain city, in a certain state, somewhere on the planet some know as Earth, there was a small suburban house. In said house, was a small family of three. They were stuck at home, also...

Dani propped a foot on the arm of the couch and rolled the stocking up her legs, while Lexi watched approvingly. The snaps from the garter belt were unexpectedly difficult, but she liked the way the straps emphasized the bareness of her thighs, and the feel of the soft nylon against her legs. She was conscious how bare her pussy felt, too, and of Lexi watching her....

This is a work of fiction
It's crazy that you say you'll never do something, but end up doing it and enjoying it. Like how I said "I don't date or sleep with guys younger than me." Yet it happened and I'm not ashamed to admit it was not that bad. Let me tell you about my spicy night with a young man name Lamont....

This is part 4 of 7 in All-Star Sissy, which is now completed (though I might do more continuations and spinoffs in the future)
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Things... hadn't been terrible recently.
Volleyball was getting so close to the first game that they could hardly focus on me anymore. There were a few passing jibes but everyone's attention was on the start of the season, mine included. I was actually getting pretty good at the game in a way that was ha...

I must say I wanted more of Erin (everyone in our little society ended up knowing about our tryst), but it turned out that Flannery took more of my attention.
A week after the wedding, she invited me over to look at her photos after she'd picked her best shots. We sat at her work table as she scrolled through her images on a large monitor. She was wearing leggings and a loose top, and her hair was pulled back into a bun. As she moved her computer mouse around, I couldn't help but notice her slender, long...

It was her that first approached me. I had always complained that women are never the ones to make the first move, but at last it had happened. And, to be quite honest, had things been reversed, I would never have gone up to her. A skinny little loser like me trying my luck with a tall, curvy, Amazonian black beauty like that? Not a chance! Not after years of being shot down again and again by women not half as hot as the one that was apparently now trying to pick me up. But maybe this dark skinned goddess ...

Red opened his eyes. Where was he? The room looked familiar. He was sitting on a tall stool at an island in the middle of an open concept kitchen. Was this his sister's place? He stepped off the stool, landed awkwardly on his foot, and fell to the tiled floor. "Ow!" How had that happened? It was like his legs weren't as long as he remembered... and what was with his voice? He looked down. Boobs... he had boobs, poking out the tight, white t-shirt he was wearing. He sat back to see pale legs under a pair of ...

I should've known the moment I signed that stupid little contract what was coming. Miss didn't say much when she handed it to me--just that wicked grin and the words: "From now on, I'm the boss of your pretty little butt."
I thought she was teasing. I really did.
That was before the moment she marched me into the bedroom and told me to undress. Her voice wasn't loud, just firm--calm in that terrifying way women get when they already know they've won....

Dear Reader,
Earlier in this story, Sissy Joycie submitted to his ladylove, Jasper. Now she has proposed marriage and taken him to a bridal shop to be fitted for a wedding gown.
Sincerely,
Whippet
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The shop owner, Cindy, led Jasper and me to an elegantly appointed dressing room. The lavish chamber was furnished with settees, upholstered chairs and a raised platform for the bride-to-be. Cindy introduced us to her assistant, Angeline, who was standing by with a tape measure. She was a petit y...

Paullus arrived at the villa the troops had appropriated from a local merchant and promptly fell asleep on the luxurious bed. He slept for hours, the soreness and excitement of the day lost in the sheets and mattress so much more comfortable than the one he had been living on the last decade. He woke up hours later, groggy and carelessly wrapped in his expensive toga, and found a plate and bowl full of fruit, meat, and bread. He ate greedily, unused to the richness of the simple food, and desperately hungry...

This is part four in 'The Ritual.' You can read parts one, two, and three for the build-up if you haven't done so.
Please note: this chapter contains intense scenes and depictions of graphic sexual acts.
Chapter Four: The Red Room
Creaking loud, the door swings inwards and the red light spills from the apartment confining it, intense and blinding as crimson bathes me in its raw heat....

Nabeela woke fresh and ready for the day.
She walked towards Eddie's room just as Eddie and Stella came out. Nabeela felt cheated out of her morning treat. Everyone said good morning and made their way downstairs. Nabeela told Stella that she had to be at work early this morning. Stella said.
"We can get coffee in a travel mug and a muffin, drink it, and eat it on the drive-in."...

I am not a barfly. Never have been, really. But my friends figured, since I was a freshly minted divorce, I needed to get out. And I didn't disagree, but I hated bars. So, the look on my face was probably producing the exact opposite effect that this whole experiment was supposed to produce; I sat there alone while my "wingmen" socialized....

I have been married for just over 2 years now to my wonderful wife Michelle. We met at work, I was a temporary employee and Michelle was my supervisor.
We dated for a year before she asked me to marry her. I was thrilled, as she was really out of my league to tell the truth. Within two months we were married and we moved into our new house just on the outskirts of a small village in the southeast of England....

This story is between a few trans people and a cis women. There is also female domination and bondage. If that's not your thing, move on. I use terms I am comfortable with for the trans parts.
All characters over the age of 18. Work of fiction and not based on any real people.
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Sam was excited. She had been planning for this day for weeks. James had shared with her that he wanted to be dominated by many women or men and please them with his body. Since then, Sam had been making connections with ...

It really felt like we were made for each other. The teacher remained on her seat as I jumped up and down her lap, screaming at the top of my lungs while she rubbed her face on my breasts. Her cock fit me like a glove, if only a bit tight. I never thought I'd have my first time with the hottest teacher in school; let alone that she would pack quite a huge piece of heat!...

This story is between a trans man and cis women. There is also female domination and bondage. If that's not your thing, move on. I use terms I am comfortable with for the trans man's part.
All characters over the age of 18. Work of fiction and not based on any real people.
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James' phone buzzed just as he was packing up his things at the end of his work day. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was a snapchat message from the account that Sam used when she was acting as his mistress. They ha...

*disclaimer*
I'm reposting this series after having it removed more than a year ago. This is an updated/edited version of the original series.
This is entirely a work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years of age.
You will get more out of this chapter of the story if you read this story's series:...

The highway stretched like a fucking lifeline, my silver BMW E21 humming beneath me, the engine growling with every tap of my sneaker on the gas. I'd just come from an auction two hours out of the city, my wallet lighter but my hustle heavier after snagging a '70s Dodge Charger and a '90s Toyota MR2--both rough around the edges but screaming potential for a fat flip once I got my hands dirty. The sun was bleeding orange into the horizon, painting my pale ivory skin through the open window, my long, wavy hai...

The city was a fucking beast, all concrete veins and neon scars, pulsing with the kind of chaos I lived for. I leaned against my '80s Supra at the car meet, its white paint catching the sodium glow of streetlights on a sprawling lot near the river, where the air smelled of burnt rubber and cheap weed. My black short-sleeve button-up clung to my perky A-cup tits, tucked into high-waisted, light-washed jeans with rips at the left knee and right thigh, flashing my pale ivory skin. Nude high-heeled pumps gave m...

BECOMING ANGIE, Part One, by AndieT
Ahh, pure contentment. Here I am, sitting on the veranda of a Spanish taverna, gazing out across the Mediterranean Sea, my hand holding hers tenderly. Her's? Ah yes, that's Susan, my lovely partner. This is the anniversary of the day we first met. We've been together now for ten whole years and we love each other. And the sex life? Absolutely mind blowing. I'm sure I can still feel the cum inside me from earlier. So how did I get from my childhood years as a small boy ...

"Dude, come on, it's not a big deal. I won't tell anyone."
"I already told you Shawn I'm not doing it. Why does it have to be me anyways?"
"Tyler, you're the only one of our friends who would pass for a girl. To get into the party everyone must be entering with a guy and a girl. I'll even pay you $200 to do it or pay to fix your laptop."...

It started like many crossdressers borrowing my clothes from mom. I was commuting to college at that time and sadly had no social life. My parents liked to go out on Saturday night. which gave me the opportunity to explore my fetish.
I had a huge nylon curiosity loving looking at girls in skirts and stockings. One night I went looking for mom's girdle and stockings in the laundry. Even putting the girdle on started giving me a hard on. When I put on the stockings my cock was as hard as a rock....

Hey guys. Sorry for the slightly late update.
Lol, JK, I know it's been months, and I am sorry for taking so long. I recently moved countries and jobs, so things have been hectic to say the least. Anyways, here's another instalment. I am going to try and update more often now that I am settled in. I was going to continue the slow burn story and build up; in fact, there was not supposed to be any sex in this chapter, but since it was so long since the previous update, I decided to kind of a speed things u...

Only human beings over the age of 18 years engage in any sort of sex in this wholly fictional story.
Thank you to LoganLee for his thorough, thoughtful editing.
A brief recap:
Part 1. Coby went to his step-uncle Andy for help with troubling thoughts he'd been having. They had an unexpectedly full afternoon of exploring, pushing boundaries, and having amazing sex....

CD cabin part two
I am enjoying my outside nude time, to me it's as fun as cross dressing. I have always laughed at the fact that I am a nudist and a cross dresser. I really find men's clothing boring, women have so many options, men have..... pants. But it is soon time to get cleaned up and dressed. I go inside and pick out a mini skirt and one of my blouses I brought. Instead of pantyhose I decide on thigh highs with my heels and I freshen up my makeup and comb out my wig. I did pick a sexier pair of p...

Author's note: This is intended to be a slow burn told over many parts that will be released regularly. The sexual elements will escalate as we progress. If you want something quicker, or more immediately graphic, then perhaps this isn't the story or series for you.
Chapter 1: Tyler Knox: Down to Nothing...

Chapter Thee -- History Repeats Itself
Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia
The man approached the bed jiggling the handcuff keys, holding them in front of Sarah's face to taunt her. She had overheard the conversation between Salesi and the other two men and she knew that there was no salvation in those handcuff keys....

October already! I'm on the bus home from my Tuesday milking. On my feet are my spike heel, dove grey ankle boots. The hem of my pink and red wide horizontal striped short sleeve mini dress is a good four inches above my knees. And it's cold enough to wear my brown suede bomber jacket with the shoulder width wolf fur collar and matching fur cuffs....

I was now refreshed after having cleaned up and my new friend looked at me like a proud father. No one would have known that an hour earlier I had submitted to being fucked by someone who was a total stranger to me. He was just some random stranger that my friend had found.
After admiring me for a while, he approaches me then asks me to turn around. I obey. He stands behind me and softly runs his hand up and down my stockinged thigh. For a moment his fingertips venture towards my upper inner thigh until ...