A Tranny Lingerie Shop Assistant

By Roberto Alcazar

It was 2 am and he put down his pen with a yawn. Leaning back, he moved his chair a little from the vanity table and as he crossed his legs, one of his fur-edged mules with a spiked, 5-inch heel dangled seductively from his left foot. Glancing at his image in the mirror, he leisurely ran his hands through his rich mane of thick auburn hair. The movement made his pink, diaphanous night-gown rub slightly against his sensitive nipples. Cupping one breast, he closed his eyes and murmured, “Oh, I do hope Nikky will be here next time; such a wonderful playmate.”
He looked at the diary that he only started today and thought with a frown, “No gurl; this is not the way to describe things; not the way to explain how you came to be a lingerie shop-assistant. Better start at the beginning...”

He suddenly remembered how the door to the stockroom had opened that day. The overhead lights had flickered on and he had caught his breath at the sight of an erotic version of Ali Baba’s cave. And as he had wandered around in this place, crammed with extremely erotic garments and toys, he had never suspected he was taking his first steps into a nylon and satin lined trap. A trap that had slowly closed around him until there had been no escape from being led down a road ending in total and irrevocable feminization and his transformation into a tranny lingerie shop assistant

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roberto Alcazar
• Release date: Nov 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463946268

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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A Tranny

Lingerie Shop

Assistant

A Transgender Adventure

by

Roberto Alcazar

Copyright ©Alcazar 2019

Version 2.0

Revision date: November 2019

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Prologue…

"…Dear Diary,

It is past 2 A.M. and they all have finally gone home. Now I can sit and rest for a while. I have removed my make-up and taken a quick shower but I cannot sleep with my nipples still sore from all those fondling, fumbling fingers.

I watch the tiny specks of gold, embedded in the orange-red polish of my well-manicured nails. They glitter in the lamplight as I write this and make me wonder: is it really only a year ago since this all began …?"

I put my pen down with a yawn and shove my chair back a little from my vanity table. And as I lean back and cross my legs, one of my fur-edged mules with a spiked, 5-inch heel dangles sexily from my left foot. Glancing at my image in the mirror, I leisurely run my hands through my thick mane of rich auburn hair. Doing so, my pink, diaphanous night-gown rubs silkily against my still sensitive nipples. And as I cup one of my firm breasts and touch its nipple I close my eyes and murmur, Oh, I do hope Nikky will be there next time; such a wonderful playmate.

I look at the diary that I only started today and frown; No gurl; this is not the way to describe things; not the way to explain how you came to be a tranny and a lingerie shop-assistant. Better start at the beginning…

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1 . The Lure of the Treasure Trove

The yellow DHL van rumbled down the drive and as it disappeared around the corner, I irresolutely turned to the cart it left behind. It was full of large carton boxes and they should go into the stockroom, shouldn’t they? But my ‘Aunt’ has told me very explicitly to stay out of there.

She’s not really an aunt but a distant family member, a good-looking woman in her late forties. She agreed to take me in when my parents’ divorce degenerated into in a vicious legal dogfight over money and the house had to be sold. My ‘Aunt’ runs her own business but when I asked her what kind of business, she politely brushed me off. Just a web shop with ‘girly things’ she said. That cryptic answer did not satisfy me at all; in fact, it made me wonder what it was all about....

Anyway, here was this cart loaded with boxes full of … what? I could not leave it standing in the open, could I? Suppose it would rain? No, I decided, it had to go inside.

She always carefully locked the door to the stockroom, but I had seen where she kept a spare key. Thus, I went inside, and as the strip-lights flickered into life I heaved up the large door of the converted garage and hauled the heavy cart inside.

I had never been in here before and I looked eagerly at the neat rows of floor to ceiling shelves packed with … what? Now was the chance to find out! I randomly picked a cellophane wrapped package from a shelf, and when I looked at the text on the wrapper,my breath stuck in my throat.

"Crotchless Body-Stocking – a MUST for your erotic games!"

I randomly picked other items from the shelves and looked stunned at my ‘finds; Corsets, bustiers, garterbelts, stockings; but I also found dildos and gags, nipple clamps and handcuffs; chains and buttplugs.

There even was a whole transvestite section, complete with false boobs and wigs and whatnot!

The stockroom was crammed with everything that had figured heavily in my steamy adolescent dreams. Now I understood why she had been so evasive. I picked up a leaflet that invited me to visit her webshop, called "Kinky Kathy’s Lingerie World".

"Kinky Kathy" indeed! It was a veritable Ali Baba’s treasure trove of extremely erotic garments

Looking aghast at all the kinky and exciting objects and garments, I gravitated toward the back of the room There I found a locker simply labelled ‘Samples’. I opened one of the drawers and the first thing that came to hand was a sheer nylon stocking. Real nylons had always aroused me, and I stood there fingering the stocking. My cock stiffened into a serious hard-on when I thought about the few times I had furtively crossdressed in my mother’s stuff.

I looked at my watch; it was just 6.30 pm. Aunt Nancy wouldn’t be back for hours.

Hastily and with quivering fingers, I grabbed an armful of garments from the open ‘sample’ drawers and hurried away to my room. When I slid the toes of my right foot into the fine-mesh fishnet stocking and rolled it with trembling fingers all the way up my leg, the feeling of the nylon sent a wave of erotic excitement through my body. I hurriedly repeated the ritual with my left leg and , after making sure the seams were ruler-straight down the back of my calves and thighs, I attached the wide black tops to the garter tabs that seductively dangled from the hem of the tight-fitting satin corset. Then I picked up one of the platform soled spiked heeled sandals and slid my stockinged foot into it.

I buckled the half-inch wide strap tightly around my ankle and was was thrilled by the way the footbed forced my foot down and my heel up.

Excited by the sensation of balancing on a six-inch stiletto heel, I picked up the other shoe and slid my left foot into it. Nearly there, I thought, when I closed the ankle strap. Then I draped a flimsy, see-through negligée around my shoulders.

Wobbling in the unfamiliar high-heels, I walked the few steps to the full-length mirror and gasped at my image.

Fascinated by the girl-like image that looked back at me, I pivoted on my high heels and provocatively stuck out a hip. Then I coyly dropped my eyelids and, with lasciviously pouted lips, blew a kiss at my mirrored image.

Feeling unbelievably horny in my sexy lingerie, I could not restrain myself any longer. I slipped my trembling right hand into another sheer nylon stocking and grabbed my rock-hard cock. I planted my high-heeled left foot on a small stool and as I stared at the arousing vision in the mirror, I closed my nylon covered hand around my quivering shaft.

FLASH!

An explosion of glaring bright light seemed to fill the room and I barely managed to keep my balance in the extreme heels. With my mouth wide open in astonishment I turned toward the door.

FLASH!

A second explosion of stinging bright light blinded me for a moment. And when I opened my smarting eyes, ‘Aunt’ Nancy was standing in the doorway, still pointing the camera-eye of her smartphone at me and for a moment, my heart seemed to stop.

Well, well, well; it looks like I have a closet Queen in my house, she said sarcastically, while she pointedly stared at my corset and stockings and heels.

I … I was – I stammered, cringing under her icy stare.

Just going to jerk off; yes, I can see that, she snapped. Just look at that cock of yours!

Too late I remembered that sheer nylon stocking still wrapped around my right hand. Unable to withstand the hard glare in her flickering green eyes, I let my head drop to my chest. I shivered with fright and I suddenly felt absolutely ridiculous in my lingerie and heels.

Please let me get out of–, I pleaded, vaguely pointing at my lingerie