Cucked by A Trans Guy

By Kaylee Kennicott

An erotic short story inspired by the rhetoric that transphobes promote bathroom discrimination because they secretly want to get cucked by trans men. Forced by legislation to use ill-suited bathrooms, trans men are coming into female restrooms near you and pleasuring your wives with the equipment they keep strapped to their leg.

Story narrated by a cis man with fragile masculinity and slight erectile dysfunction. While waiting for his wife, he strikes up a conversation with a male stranger who shocks him by also entering the ladies' room. He presses his face to the crack to watch the whole scene play out as the trans guy soothes his wife about their own failing sex life, then takes up the responsibility of pleasuring her in his stead. What the narrator didn't expect was how much this exhibitionism would turn him on...

Disclaimers for trans readers: Pronouns and gender identities are respected throughout. Cis narrator displays ignorance but not hatred or malevolence towards queer folx. Care was taken to write a light and enjoyable story that is empowering and sexy (and a little sweet) without inducing dysphoria but be aware that the trans experience is not the primary focus. Reviews and feedback appreciated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaylee Kennicott
• Release date: Jun 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463281772

Kaylee Kennicott

Kaylee is 25 years old and writes erotica.

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CUCKED BY A TRANS GUY

Kaylee Kennicott

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Copyright 2018 Kaylee Kennicott

CUCKED BY A TRANS GUY

A slender dude walked past me, smirking -- no doubt amused at the sight of me clutching my wife’s purse as I waited outside the bathroom for her. I shifted my position against the wall, reaching into my pocket for a cigarette. It wasn’t comfortable, standing here with Leslie’s bright fuschia bag in my hands. At least I’d feel better with a smoke. God knows how long I’d be standing here waiting.

I was just starting to feel more like myself (at least, I wasn’t holding the bag out and away from my body with disdain anymore) when the guy passed by again. He gave me an appraising look.

I was getting a weird feeling from him. Maybe he thought I was gay or sissy, the way he was looking at me. Maybe he was gay. He did have an air about him that I saw in gay men: sort of clean and well-maintained. Sleek.

He came strutting over. I was thinking about exit strategies: what if he hit on me? I could already imagine the words forming in my mind, what I would say if he made me uncomfortable...it’s my wife’s, she’s in the bathroom…

Hey man, got a light? he asked, and then I saw the pack of cigarettes in his hand.

Oh. Yeah. I fumbled around in my pocket, produced a lighter, dropped it on the