A Girl Called Danny

By Mike O'Connor

"Kristi" is a sexy transvestite who lives with his domineering cousin. In exchange for allowing him the freedom to live as a girl, Phoebe expolits him as her housemaid. When Phoebe's handsome boyfriend meets Kristi, the pair embark on a passionate affair. It isn't long before macho man Danny discovers the joys of life as a sissy in high heels and panties.

All characters in this story are over 18

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike O'Connor
• Release date: Dec 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466177932

Mike O'Connor

Mike O’Connor is a powerful and engaging storyteller who performs at many events across the country. An important researcher into Cornish music and folklore, he has been awarded the OBE and made a bard of the Gorsedh of Kernow.

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A Girl Called Danny

Mike O’Connor

Published by Mike O’Connor at Smashwords.

Copyright 2011 Mike O’Connor

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Note: All characters in this story are consenting adults, over the age of 18.

Phoebe had always treated me like her silly little sister, even though we were only second cousins. She may have been only two years older than me, but she seemed to have emerged from her mother’s womb as a fully formed sadist. She had leeched onto my weaknesses at an early age and exploited them with a frightening efficiency.

My red haired cousin was a bully, but her domination of me was psychological, rather than physical. She seemed to have an insight into me that I was still far from comprehending and that she could exploit to the full. I was a boy, but Phoebe always treated me like a stupid little girl. By the time I reached my teens, she was allowing me to secretly dress up in her clothes and encouraging me to talk about boys, fashion and all things girly, for her amusement.

Our strange relationship never progressed to any kind of physical