Be My Tranny For Tonight ...

By Roberto Alcazar

"It is only an exciting game, a role-play for adults. And it is only for tonight", his stepmother whispers seductively in his ear while she slowly caresses his young body. He becomes her tranny lover and indeed, it turns out to be a glorious experience, so exciting that he is eager to prolong the ‘game’. The play is followed up with make-up and deportment lessons, shopping for clothes and going out for dinner, all made up and glamorous. Oh, how he enjoys his new shemale identity during those early summer months, being totally unaware that he is getting more and more entangled in a slowly closing web. But one day, when the web suddenly closes, he suddenly realizes that there is a dark side to the ‘game’. That he has been turned into a full time shemale escort and that there is no going back to just playing the tranny...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roberto Alcazar
• Release date: Jan 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463256817

Roberto Alcazar

Alcazar is a widely traveled author who currently lives in Europe. Working as an international consultant, he translates complex technical subjects into everyday language. He is the author of several professional books and a large number of articles.Over the past few years he has applied his writing skills to a series of BDSM, Lesbian and Transgender stories . His life-long interest and active participation in BDSM gives his stories a real authentic feeling. All stories are written against the backdrop of countries and cities in different parts of the world. He also has a fondness for letting his stories end with a wickedly unexpected twist.When reviewing one of his stories, a steaming blend of BDSM fantasy and actual technological possibilities, a critic wrote,... he has succeeded in making something totally outrageous sound entirely plausible... And has done so erotically...,

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Be my Tranny for tonight…

Roberto Alcazar

Copyright Alcazar © 2019

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Any people depicted in stock imagery are models and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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ISBN: 9780463256817

Smashwords version 2.1

Revision date: 28/08/2019

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1 – The Curious Package

Good job, said his father when Glenn neatly parallel-parked the BMW right in front of the crowded terminal building. Then he glanced at his watch and swore under his breath.

Sorry son; have to hurry; flight leaves in an hour or so and with all this security rigmarole nowadays… he growled. He hastily crammed the documents he had been reading back into his briefcase and hurried out of the car, already sweating in the early summer sun.

Any idea how long you’ll be over there Dad? Glenn asked, hauling his father’s bulky suitcase from the boot.

Depends on what kind of mess they’re in. Count on three weeks minimum, but a month is more likely, said his dad as he grabbed the suitcase. Listen; go and put that car right back in the garage, okay? No fooling around do you hear; too expensive for that. Now I’ve got to run; bye!

No "thanks for dropping me off or have a nice holiday", Glenn thought as he watched his father hurry through the automatic doors and disappear into the depths of the air-conditioned airport concourse. His dad had changed a lot after his mother’s death; and even more so since he had re-married some time ago. He still did not know what to make of his stepmother, a good looking woman for sure, a good deal younger than his dad, aloof and rather arrogant.

And what puzzled him most was that she did not seem to mind dad being away on business most of the time…

With a sigh he opened the driver’s door and the warm smell of exquisite leather, mingled with lingering wafts of her expensive perfume assailed his nostrils.

He slipped behind the wheel and all thoughts of his stepmother were driven from his mind by the subtle, sensual squeeze on his lower belly by the tight girdle he surreptitiously wore under his jeans. He put his foot on the brake pedal and as he moved in the leather seat, the seductive feeling of garters pulling at the tight, sheer nylon stockings around his legs made his heart beat faster.

He sped away from the airport, wanting to be home before the items he had ordered would arrive. Delivery within 24 hours max, the site had said and excitement ran through his body at the thought of what he wanted to do this weekend. First he would take a long luxurious bath; then he would leisurely dress up. Later, there would be that fascinating tranny chat site and lots of other things.

But when he turned the BMW into the basement garage, he was annoyed to see his stepmother’s Lexus still parked there. Odd, he thought; she should have left hours ago; he should have had the whole house to himself this weekend.

He hurried up the basement stairs and when he opened the door at the top, he was greeted by the smell of a rather strong and heavy perfume that could only be his stepmother’s. The scent became stronger as he went into the living room and it somehow excited him. He wondered why it conjured up visions of a candle-lit bedroom and soft, relaxing music.

He opened the door to the living room and for a moment he stood rooted to the ground in surprise. His stepmother was sitting on the sofa, backlit by the bright garden windows and she did not look up when he came in. Coming closer, he had a good look at the cover of the magazine she was reading, and an icy hand clutched at his heart.

It was ‘Tranny World’.

And he had bought it only yesterday…

Her long, bright-red enamelled fingernails stopped turning the pages and she steadily gazed at him over the top of the magazine. Her flashing eyes stared at him, fixing him rigid like the pitiless eyes of a bird of prey.

Putting the magazine aside, his stepmother got up from the sofa in a single languid movement and he gasped at the sight of the red and black satin basque she was wearing. Its tightly laced body pinched her waist and pushed up her ample breasts that filled its half-cups. Frilly garters held up fine-mesh fishnet stockings with high, black lacy tops that nicely framed her bare crotch. Black patent leather sandals with eight-inch heels and platform soles adorned her feet.

Her arms were encased in sheer black nylon elbow-length gloves while a black velvet choker with a rhinestone heart adorned her slender neck. Her thick, blonde hair was nicely done and her face was made-up in a way he had not seen before. With his mind in turmoil, he suddenly realized how attractive her body was, even though she was in her late 40’s.

Such a lovely surprise came today, she said in a low voice. An unmarked package addressed to you. It was all a bit mysterious, but I had to sign for it so I thought I’d better open it. And guess what? It contained all this, she said, patting the basque and stockings. Of course, I had to try it on; and it all looks wonderful though it is a little bit tight…

Still fixing him with her eyes, she pulled a cardboard box from behind the sofa and she said in a decidedly sharper voice, Funnily enough, there were some other things in that box I do not need or want,

She turned it upside down and tumbling out came two 38DD size breast forms that landed on the coffee table with heavy, flopping thuds. A glittering stainless steel buttplug followed, hitting the table with a sharp ‘TACK’, to be almost immediately covered by a bright blonde wig that landed noiselessly. Last of all, a piece of paper slowly fluttered down.

Her eyes were still holding his while she slowly came closer and closer, until their bodies were only inches apart and the scent of her perfume penetrated his nostrils.

I uh …needed things for the art class; at college we–

Art class? With you as a shemale model then, I presume? she sneered, coming even closer.

In a lightning movement she unbuckled his belt and jerked his jeans down to his knees, exposing the concealed girdle, garters and stockings. He tried to escape, but she held on tight to his T-shirt while she waved the piece of paper under his nose.

It is no use trying to lie to me, she said in the same sharp voice. You have a lot of explaining to do, stepson of mine; just look at this here goddam invoice.

"Thank you for ordering at ‘The Tranny Trove’. We have attached a voucher, entitling you to 25% new customer discount on your next purchase."

Frowning, she read out the shipping instructions.

"As per your instructions, this order will be billed to credit card nr ********** 469 as ‘educational material’."

"So you