Friendly Neighborhood Transwoman

By Lara Longstaff

*Author's note: All characters depicted are purely fictional and consenting adults over 18 years old.

Aaron had just grown tired of his girlfriend's merciless verbal abuse when he meets beautiful Katrina. Trina, as she calls herself, is a tall, elegant brunette with a BIG secret. "Friendly Neighborhood Shemale" is a sweet transsexual romance between a man and a ridiculously well-endowed t-girl. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Apr 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311381774

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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Friendly Neighborhood Transwoman

by

Lara Longstaff

(Smashwords Edition)

Copyright 2016 Lara Longstaff

All Rights Reserved

All characters depicted are fictional and consenting adults over 18 years old.

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Dickgirl Conquest

ONE

Aaron turned the corner with his wobbly shopping card, and there she was. He'd seen her often while grocery shopping, and more than once around town. She was tall, nearly as tall as his own six feet, and seemed to be made of nothing but leg. She wore a little crop top dress in blue and white, showing lots of leg and a just a bit more than a hint of cleavage. She flipped her hair over her bare shoulder as she turned to face him. She had a sweet, girl-next door face, big blue eyes, and plump, sensuous lips just made for kissing. She smiled.

Hey there! Aaron smiled. The girl was well-dressed as always, and he felt a little shabby in his ragged jeans and a grubby gray tee shirt. He wasn't one for dressing up, though. A couple years before he'd finally gotten enough nerve to open his own business: custom detailing for cars and motorcycles. He was thirty, handsome, and worked out to keep his muscles just as toned and lean as he'd been in college. He knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, but standing in front of the pretty brunette, he felt like a sweaty, blue-collar oaf.

Hello yourself! she said cheerily. She pulled down a can of chunk pineapple and set it in her cart. Aaron nearly swore out loud as he pulled his squeaking, squealing, shuddering cart to the side of the aisle to make room for her.

Beautiful day, isn't it? he tried not to stutter.

Sure is! Spring's coming early this year it seems, she said. She pushed her cart by, giving him another smile as she wheeled passed. Was that smile an invitation?

Sure is. I can't wait to take my Harely out for a spin, he managed to say.

Oh, how fun! the girl said. She paused, tapping a high heeled foot on the tile floor. She seemed to be considering something.

There you are! Betty exclaimed as she barrelled around the corner. She huffed to Aaron's side, a short, curvy young woman with brassy, bottle-blonde hair.

Oh, hey, Aaron forced himself to smile at his girlfriend. He ran a hand over his head, mopping the sweat from the brown buzz cut. He fixed his deep brown eyes on the short woman.

Where the hell have you been? I've been traipsing all over the story looking for your dumb ass! Betty grumped. She shot the taller woman one of her famous, poisonous glances.

Have a nice day! the pretty brunette said. She made a wave by wiggling her, long delicate fingers in Aaron's direction before beating a hasty retreat.

Bye, Aaron said quickly. What a time for his girlfriend to show up! Not that he was a cheat. He'd never betrayed Betty or any of his girlfriends before her. He had no intention of starting now. That didn't mean he couldn't harmlessly flirt with a pretty girl in the supermarket, as long as he didn't take it further. Or get caught.

Who. The fuck. Was THAT? Betty hissed. She jerked her head in the direction the girl had fled. She was pretty, in her own way. A cute button nose,