My Captain

By Selbryth Lannigan

A gorgeous t-girl in transition heads to college and finds true love. But the kind of love she finds surprises even her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Jan 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370799664

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2016 by Selbryth Lannigan

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2016

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

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T-Girl Tales - My Captain

My Captain

Inwardly, I'd always felt like a girl, ever since I can remember. Luckily my mom understood and when I started dressing up she didn't try to discourage me. Well, maybe at first, but when I was in my teens she actually started helping me. I never had the nerve to go out in public dressed up, but since it was obvious what I was becoming, mom got me into a transitioning program and I, well, I really started to look the way I felt inside.

I had my fair amount of ridicule and once even got beat up and slapped around by a small group of guys my age. I wasn't even dressed up but they saw how I was starting to develop and not only made fun of me (even though I was dressed like a regular guy), but after shoving me around and calling me names, one of them tripped me and then the others were kicking me and ripping my shirt and stuff.

I didn't want to press charges and wanted to just forget about the whole thing.

It wasn't until I arrived in college for my first semester that I finally got up enough nerve to actually dress the way I felt. I'd already been transitioning so when I headed out to class that first day I looked exactly the way I always envisioned. I was never a very large person, being five-foot-three and one hundred-seven pounds, but I already had a 32-22-34 figure and felt really glad that I'd finally be able to show it off. I wasn't planning on turning into a hoochie or something but I liked the fact that I didn't have to worry about trying to hide my boobs and hips any longer, could wear my shoulder-length hair the way I wanted, and could do my makeup the way I'd been practicing all those years and not just feel feminine in the privacy of my own home.

And...maybe it showed, I'm not sure; but you know how sometimes they say that someone's happiness shows on their face? Well, that first day, two professors and three other students asked if I was a model, saying I had the face for it, that I was definitely pretty enough. One of the professors told me I was photogenic and gave me her friend's card - a talent scout for a modeling agency - but I felt weird afterwards and tossed the card away. I've never been confident about my appearance, had never actually been complimented, but...I don't know: it did make me feel happy inside.

And it wasn't like I was all dressed up or anything; I had on jeans, a tee-shirt and a hoody, and wore tennies - nothing glamorous or spectacular - though I have to say it was nice to hear even if they were just being kind or gracious. I mean...I did bring some nice things with me from home in case anyone asked me out to somewhere nice, but I wasn't going to get my hopes up too high on that one.

Still, girl has to be prepared for anything, right?

I mean, you never know.

As that week went on and I got accustomed to my class- and study-schedules, I was also getting used to living as a girl. I'd never felt so much freedom, had never felt so content; I was finally able to be myself - to match what I'd always felt inside to what I looked like - and the only thing that could've made things even more perfect would be something I'd long dreamed about.

Going to bed with a cute guy!

That week went by and things settled into a nice routine and I was able to start thinking about those other things again. I'd been very much aware of all the looks and sidelong glances I was starting to get from guys while going from one class to another and it made