Transformed for Niki

By Selbryth Lannigan

A college freshman becomes infatuated with a girl he sees, but when he learns from a friend that she's gay, he, with the help of that friend, hatch a plan that will help him meet this girl of his dreams. Disguised as coed he begins his quest but finds that he has changed much more than merely clothes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Jan 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370111954

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

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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 - Transformed for Niki

Transformed for Niki

Even from the first time I saw Niki strolling across campus I felt an attraction to her. There was just something sweet and charming about her; nothing like the brassy little tarts that filled up every square foot of quiet and self-respect that was left on campus. It was my first semester at college and beside looking for good results in my grades, I was looking for a little romance.

Maybe a lot.

I'd heard about the frat parties and off-campus orgies, even certain places in the basements of certain of the campus' libraries where stuff happens, and though that was tempting for about a minute after I heard more of the gory, slimy, unknown-stain-in-the-carpet details, I knew it just wasn't for me. I'm not saying I'm better than anyone, but the thought of sliding my dick into some girl's cunt, knowing - and feeling - that a dozen or so other guys had already creamed her pie - just didn't sit right with me.

But from the first day I saw Niki I started to fantasize about her; in my dreams I made love to her hundreds of times and in all sorts of ways. It got to the point where my thoughts about her - and my realization that I was too bashful to even go up and talk with her - started to show. My best pal Anders, who came with me from high school, noticed.

Anders, a gay guy and pretty much my best friend, startled me out of my daydreams one day while I was sitting at my desk trying to study. He asked what was on my mind and so, after a moment to think about it, I told him.

Oh yes, I've seen her. he said, grinning. And I can see why you like seeing her. Very cute legs, pretty feet, cute body, and a face like a doll; that one, right?

I nodded.

She's also...gay, as far as can be ascertained. Anders said, and my jaw dropped. At least that's what I thought because I heard something hit the desk. It turned out to be my pen, but I remained totally shocked and instantly depressed.

"Well, that could be a problem." I said, with no little amount of bitterness.

No doubt, my friend, Anders said, and he came and sat on the edge of the bed near the desk. I looked at him and he looked at me, and there was nothing more to be said, really. Then after a moment, he seemed to have an idea.

Well, you could always do that thing we did for that one party before we got here - remember?

What, dress in drag?

Yes, he told me, leaning into his subject now. I recalled that party, a costume party we'd both attended before leaving home to travel here to college; he'd gone as Capt'n Jack and I'd gone as Elizabeth because, even though I'm a guy obviously, I bear a slight resemblance to the actress who portrayed Elizabeth. I'm not exactly what you'd call a hunk, if you know what I mean.

But...shave your legs this time. Anders went on. Last time, even with the stockings, your legs looked a little dark because of the hair. A complexion like yours shouldn't be hidden, not even by hair...

I nodded, but shook my head right after.

And let's say this happens and I get a date with her because I'm so completely convincing as...as--

--Keira.

Yes, her. I said. Convincing as a woman. Then what?

Then? Then you romance her and kiss her and hold her hand and make out, of course.

"But I still won't have the right...stuff for her."

Oh, simple! my buddy said. You make love to her - comprehensively - and when she passes out from your extraordinary prowess, you sneak off with your secret intact.

--And my virginity intact as well?

Well at least you would have made love to your dream girl, eh? Tasted not only the forbidden fruit, but a fruit forbidden even to those of your kind.

Yah, it's tough being straight nowadays.

That's why I don't bother.

"And what if she wants a