The Reluctant Waitress: Part One - Reluctant Transgender Fiction

By Tabatha Wild

Sean is enjoying his holiday in Marbella, when his friend George informs him that the cash has run out and they can’t pay the hotel bill for the second week. George, who is older than Sean, tracks down an old friend who runs the gay club, Tranz-A-Go-Go. Jose, the manager, offers them jobs that suit their physiques – George, being a big guy, behind the bar, and Sean, being slim, must work as a transvestite waitress.
Sean is shocked when he finds out what is involved in the job and that he’ll need to practice being a girl during the day, so he doesn’t make a fool of himself in the club.
The situation becomes complicated, when both George and Jose are bowled over by Sean/Shawny’s feminine appearance. The relatively shy young man is shocked and overwhelmed by the attention from all the men around him. This novel has explicit adult themes, so is only recommended for readers over 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Stark
• Release date: May 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370060870

Tabatha Wild

I'm a newcomer to the Transgender Genre, but have some experience in the subject. I hope you like my transgender stories, which will be appearing on a regular basis. Please note they all contain male/male sexual interaction so are only suitable for a mature over 18 audience.

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The Reluctant Waitress

Part One

(Reluctant Transgender Fiction)

By Tabatha Wild

© Copyright Tabatha Wild 2017

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of the author. All characters in this book are over the age of 18 and

have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no

relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names.

They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known

or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

Smashwords edition 19-05-2017

This is a Stark Books publication.

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Chapters.

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One – Desperate Measures.

Two – Revealing all.

Three – Becoming Shawny.

Four – Exposed to the outside world.

Five – Wined and dined.

Six – Developing a rivalry.

Seven – New persona.

Eight – Taking command.

Nine – Another dimension.

Ten – Too many options.

Also by this author

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1. Desperate measures

The invite to go to Marbella with George came completely out of the blue. He was 23, four years older than me and we worked together at a DIY store in London. He managed the plumbing department in which I worked alongside him and a couple of teenage girls. We spent most of the day slaving away, filling shelves and sweeping the aisles. It was a boring godforsaken job, so the offer of a break in the sun was too good to refuse.

A couple of weeks in Marbella on the Cost Del Sol, drinking and pulling dolls, was just what I needed.

I had known George for over a year. We had been drinking and clubbing together, with a few mates, countless times, so I was perfectly comfortable in his company. He was a real mam’s man, so led the way in virtually everything we did together. I was a follower and a bit of a soft touch, so it was inevitable that he arranged our nights out when we arrived at the Costa Del Sol.

What I didn’t know before we left was that he had booked us into a hotel and only paid for the first week. He had planned to meet up with an old friend, who owned a villa, but had gotten the dates wrong, so the accommodation didn’t materialize. I was furious when I found out a few days into the holiday, but he assured me that one of his friends would help us out.

We had partied all week and unfortunately blown all our money, leaving us totally skint and unable to pay the hotel bill; or buy a ticket to go home. Our flight home was a week away and the airline wasn’t interested in changing the flight date and time. Apparently, it was the height of the season and they were fully booked.

If I’d known that George was such a careless person with money I would never have let him talk me into going to a foreign country with him. I was at my wits end and about to propose that we hitchhike back to Calais.

However, he was still confident that he could track down one of his old friends he had met in Marbella on one of his previous visits.

It was our last night at the hotel and we were desperate. I shrugged my shoulders and told him that I’d start packing our gear, so we were ready to make an