Ashleigh's Adventures: Part Eleven

By Selbryth Lannigan

Ashleigh arrives in Denmark, ready, willing and able to become the archetype for an upcoming high-end Sex-Doll. But as always, complications arise, and beginning with an unintentional orgasm caused by an untested piece of tech, things slip and slide along until the t-girl's innocent need to please brings her face to face with...herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Jun 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463636879

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 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

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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.

Ashleigh's Adventures

Part Eleven

Ashleigh's Adventures - Part Eleven

So, okay...I'm standing on this transparent Star Trek type transporter-pad thingie in the middle of a really chilly laboratory with like fifty people staring at me through glass partitions. I usually wind up naked at some point so, yah, I'm butt-naked standing there being scrutinized.

And not only by all these people staring at me; there's this blue light encircling me, rising slowly up from the soles of my feet right up to the top of my head. I'm standing as still as possible, just like they told me to - feet slightly apart, arms out from my sides - and this is like the fourth body-scan they've done already.

It's sorta...creepy in a way - maybe more humiliating - cuz everything I have is sticking out raw and is being computerized. I mean okay, a big, nice portion of my life is spent without any clothes on, so I should be used to it, but this...this is almost degrading, you know?

--Especially with how they're all just staring at me.

Okay Ashleigh! Norman, this older, balding, slightly-chubby black guy calls out through the intercom. You can breathe now. Now...if you could make your...you know, your--

--Can you make your cock hard, sweetie? Lorna, the project-manager breaks in. If not, we can get a scan of it later.

Gods I just wanna punch her! She's 40ish, red-haired and like really blunt and totally bossy. Bossy, bossy, bossy! The rectal scan I'd had done earlier had been bad enough - and she'd been in charge of it. Talk about cold things being squished up your heinie, you know?

But anyhow...

I reach down and shake it, flap it around a little. I guess it's how cold the room temperature is, or having such a frickin attentive audience - expecting instant results - but...nothing much happens. I even try picturing Cori and some of the sexy things we used to do, but this wave of emptiness and sadness starts welling up through me and I block the thoughts off instantly.

It only makes my cock sag more than it already is.

Fine, fine then. Lorna's voice says through the speakers. We'll do the separate scan later. You can get dressed now and we'll try again tomorrow, okay?

'Kay. I say, and breathe a sigh of relief. I step off the pad, walk through the automatic glass doors into the dust-free tunnel, wait while the doors slide shut and the air is recycled, then go out through the other door and into the dressing-slash-prep area. Norman is right there, holding a robe for me to get into, and I slip it on and smile my thanks to him.

Lorna's just under a lot of pressure. he tells me, and I grin a little wider.

Naw, not to worry Norman. I say.

"Norm; you can just call me Norm," he says quickly, and...gods...he's blushing!

Norm's an older black guy like I said, thinning hair, shorter than me, and a little chubby. But it's a cute kind of chubby that a girl could just fling herself onto and squish and wiggle around on, if you know what I mean.

Cute-Chubby, and sweating freely.

"Okay Norm." I tell him. By the way, where can a girl get a cup of joe around here? It takes him a moment to process the request - I guess 'cause he's all into data and computers and hi-tech stuff - but then it registers and he's smiling up at me.

I'll get someone to show you around. he says. The cafeteria is probably your best bet for coffee, but I know you've only been here for a little over four hours and don't know your way around yet, and it's all such a strange, new environment - with so many expectations and - and...I'm rambling, aren't I?

His eyes are just darting all over me, and though I now have the ankle-length robe on, I'm sure he knows exactly where everything is by this time...even beneath the fabric because he and everyone else have been staring at me for so long.

--Unless, I dunno: maybe his eyeglasses are x-ray powered or something; you never know with these science types. I glance down over myself anyhow, just to check that I'm not accidentally flashing him, but the only thing showing, really, are my bare feet. Then he looks up, sees me smiling back at him and turns all red again.

Not at all, Norm, I say. Just...a lotta info to process all at once.

Yes, I know. I apologize. Sorry. he whispers. Perhaps...perhaps it would be better if I just take you there myself?

Yups, way better. Just let me get some clothes on and--

"--Oh of course! What was I thinking? Can't have you walking all over the place in just your bare feet and...naked and all...."

The guy's all flustered again I'm thinking, oh my gods, you know?

Anyways, I go over to the little dressing area, drop my robe and then realize I'm in full view of Norman. And he was viewing me fully. He wasn't even blinking for a second, and probably not breathing, because he instantly averts his eyes and breathes out, and though I don't really care if I'm naked or not, I hurry up and get everything on before he looks back and has a heart attack or something!

It's not my fault that he finds me interesting - it's all on my parents and their DNA - but it's kinda my responsibility not to make things any worse for him: I mean, I don't flash people unless they want to be flashed, you know?

'Kay, sorry. I'm decent now. I tell him, and he looks up, grinning with this wistful sort of look in his eyes for a second, then he blinks away whatever thoughts he'd been having and takes a breath.

Right this way, then he breathes, and I follow him out.

* * *

Lots of people, heading in all directions; that's pretty much my main impression of the huge scientific complex. We pass them by, they glance at me, my visitor's tag, and go on. Halls, corridors, countless glass-paneled rooms, labs, and people in masks or