Bad Tranny

By Lara Longstaff

Will is a hard working guitarist who needs a new vocalist for his band. Shawna is a cute, petite transsexual who has just the skills he needs to fit right in. Find out what else she can fit in, and where, in this saucy little tale!

Author's Note: All characters depicted are fictional and adults over the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Apr 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311942784

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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Bad Tranny

by

Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2016 Lara Longstaff

All Rights Reserved

All characters depicted are fictitious, consenting adults aged 18 or older.

ONE

Let's hope she's good, Will said sourly to Toby and Franco, his bandmates. He was the lead guitarist for his little local band, The Bay Street Rammers. Their frontman, Andrew, had quit suddenly to move out of state, leaving the band in the lurch. The three young, hungry musicians had spent all weekend auditioning for a replacement.

She looks hot, Toby noted as he stroked his drumsticks suggestively.

Fucking A'! Franco confirmed.

Don't be assholes, Will frowned at them and turned his attention to the young woman walking up his driveway with a guitar slung over her shoulder. She was short, curvy and super cute. Only cute didn't fit, not with her studded leather bracelets and collar, not to mention her platform combat boots covered in straps and buckles. Her short, pleated skirt and fishnet pantyhose added a sexy contrast to her look, a look that fit the band's vibe. Hard rock with a twist of retro punk.

You guys looking for a singer? she asked as she stopped at the threshold of the garage. Up close, Will could see just how pretty she was. Her skin was pale and creamy, and despite the sneer on her blood-red lips, she had a sweet face framed by a cute black bob.

Sure are. You're Shawna? Will asked. But of course she was. She'd been the only woman to respond to his online ad and call him up. More than that, he'd have recognized her sultry, smoky, rather deep voice anywhere.

Yep, she looked around, her big brown eyes flitting from one guy to the next. She passed over the short, curly haired Toby at the drums. She lingered a bit over tall, lanky Franco on bass. At last she gave Will a good once-over, then another. Her eyes gave him chills. He was tall, with broad shoulders and muscles he'd taken great care to sculpt at the local gym. He kept his sandy hair short, giving him a clean-cut look that seemed out of place with the band. You're Will, right?

Right! he smiled and introduced the guys. They nearly tripped over themselves trying to impress her, she shrugged it off.

Well, do you want to start? Shawna