The Crossdressing Trap: Made to be a Schoolgirl

By Jo Santana

Phillip Frazer is a young burglar, a loser after being abandoned at birth and spending a lifetime in foster care. In order to claim Gemma's inheritance, they need her to be present in three weeks time at the attorney's office. He is horrified to discover that he is beginning to enjoy his new life as a pretty schoolgirl.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swordworks Books
• Release date: Sep 27, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452358789

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The Crossdressing Trap - Made to be a Schoolgirl

by

Jo Santana

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The Crossdressing Trap - Made to be a Schoolgirl

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The Crossdressing Trap - Made to be a Schoolgirl

It was the perfect setup, expensive house, beautiful, manicured lawns, no car in the driveway, no security alarm screwed to the wall, the whole thing smelled of money. We walked past in the failing light of dusk, waiting for the thief’s best friend, darkness. We strolled around the corner and found an empty field with a clump of trees the other side. We walked over and hid where we were invisible from the road and waited. It wasn’t long, darkness fell and we went back to the road and found our target. Still no car, no lights on in the house, I would be in and out of there before anyone had a chance to even think that a burglary was taking place. I turned to Kyle.

Make sure you keep a good lookout this time, any sign of the owners coming back, you come and get me out fast.

Yeah, sure, he said. No problem.

But there was a problem. Kyle Downs and I had carried out five burglaries in the past two weeks. Like me, he was a product of the foster care system, also like me, his parents had abandoned him at birth. But unlike me he was becoming increasingly nervous, I had a bad feeling that he would run at the first sign of trouble and leave me alone to face the music. For now, I had no choice but to trust him, there was nobody else to keep watch.

I looked around, there was nobody, no nosy old women peeking through curtains, no keen gardeners mowing their lawns, nothing. I climbed over the wall, only six feet high, definitely no deterrent to the likes of me and advanced upon the house. The patio attracted me straight way, those large doors that were so easy to crack open. I drew a huge screwdriver that I had stuffed inside my jacket and forced it under the door, gave it a big heave and the door slid aside. I was in. Dim moonlight allowed me to walk around the room without tripping over the furniture, but I took out my torch to look at what I could lift. A couple of ornaments, solid silver, not bad. A cigarette box, it looked like solid gold, lovely, that would fetch a good few dollars. I’d check out the larger stuff later, for now I wanted the portable valuable items, jewelry, watches and cash that people kept stashed in their bedrooms.

I crept up the stairs, still nothing. Into the master bedroom