First Time Feminized: A Crossdressing Romance

By Alyson Belle

Don’t say things you don’t mean, unless you like the idea of ending up cute, feminized, and ready to party...

When Charlie’s friend Vanessa crashes his gaming party and whines about the boys never wanting to have a night on the town, Charlie shoots back that he’d love to go out if he could get the kind of romantic attention she does for just one night. Without missing a beat, Vanessa offers to give him just that chance and see just what it’s like to be a gorgeous girl on the town. With his soft looks and slender body, she thinks she could make him into a rather pretty girl...
But Candy discovers that it’s not all fun and games as a girl when the guys at the bar start to get a little too handsy. How will she manage a totally new set of expectations? She’s going to have to adjust quickly to avoid her little secret getting out, or the consequences could be devastating...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyson Belle
• Release date: Sep 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005588960

Alyson Belle

Alyson Belle is a bestselling romance and erom author who has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around. With Alyson in control, your hottest fantasy ever is always just a click away...~~~ Visit my site for a FIVE FREE BOOKS including a copy of Forbidden Flirtations, a sexy, sizzling-hot story you can only get on my website! ~~~ Copy and Paste URL: http://alysonbelle.com/free-books/

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Contents

Dedication

Excerpt

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Thanks for Reading

Preview

About the Author

FIRST TIME FEMINIZED

by

Alyson Belle

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An excerpt from First Time Feminized:

The man grinned at me and took a seat at the table, sitting beside me rather than across from me. The denim of his jeans rubbed against the outside of my legs and I wondered if he had done that on purpose. Worried that I was getting paranoid, I turned to my drink and took a sip through the straw. I was feeling drunker and drunker the longer that evening went on.

My name is Mark, he said. I was struck with how very similar his name sounded to Mike’s, yet how very different the two men were. I forced myself not to look over at Mike and Vanessa again.

It is nice to meet you, Mark. I am Candy! I said, speaking louder so that he could hear me over the music.

Mark chuckled. Candy, huh? What a fitting name.

Oh? Why is that? I stirred my drink with my straw.

Because you look like a sweet thing that I could eat right up, Mark said. His voice was lower, dripping with seduction, and I squirmed in my seat. I knew that Mark had seen the movement when he glanced down at my legs. You would like that, wouldn’t you?

The truth was, I thought that I really might. Mark gave me no chance to answer, however, before his hands were on me. He started off the same way as the blonde before him, allowing his meaty hands to travel up my thighs. I did not mind. It still felt pretty good to have his hands against my skin, especially since I had shaved.

To my surprise, Mark did not stop like the blonde had. He looked me right in the eye and his hands slipped further, disappearing beneath my skirt. His fingertips were reaching for the lacy material of my underwear. I moved back, hinting at Mark to stop but he didn’t. Instead, my actions seemed to spur him on. He moved his chair closer, scraping it on the ground.

Panic started to rise, my heart racing and my breathing starting to get faster as his hands continued to feel me up. I was afraid that he was going to find out my secret. I dreaded to think what would happen then.

Mark, I said. Please, don’t.

Mark acted like he didn’t hear me. He pulled me closer to him, his large hands moving to the insides of my thighs. I tried to keep them shut but Mark was too strong for me. It was as I had feared before, when I had first laid eyes on the man. He would be able to break me if he really wanted to. He spread my thighs open despite how hard I tried to keep them shut.

My eyes darted around the room, seeking help from someone. Anyone. They landed where Vanessa and Mike had been seated all evening. Vanessa’s eyes were on me but Mike was nowhere in sight. Dread hit my stomach like a punch to the gut.

The moment only lasted for a few seconds. I did not have long to wonder where Mike went because I suddenly heard his voice from above me.

How about you shove off, mate? Mike said.

Mark looked over at Mike. It was pretty clear that there was no competition between the two of them. Mike was strong and he was big but Mark was bigger. "How about you fuck off and mind your own business, mate?" Mark retorted. He had not removed his hands. They were still between my legs, the heat of his touch too close for comfort.

Even I didn’t know what my best friend was going to do until it was too late. Mike pulled his arm back and threw it forward with all of his weight. His fist hit Mark’s face with a sickening crunch. Mark pulled his hands back from me instantly. Blood sprayed out of his nose and onto the table and he covered his face with his hands. Mike leaned forward and grasped onto me by the hips, lifting me out of my seat.

Vanessa was pretty quick on the uptake. I looked over to see her walking towards the door of the bar, ready to escape. Mike slipped his hand into mine and led me towards her. It felt so natural to have my hand in his that I did not pull back. I held his hand all the way to the car, where he opened the door for me.

Once I had climbed into the backseat and buckled up, I glanced towards the door of the bar, half-expecting to see the mountain of a man that was Mark but there was no one following us out to the car. We were safe. Mike had already climbed into the front seat. He must have seen me looking.

There is no way that that guy would follow us. He may look all scary but that is all show. I could see it from a mile away. He was watching me in the rearview mirror again. He is too much of a pussy.

I could not believe that Mike had punched him for me. Honestly, I was touched that he would stand up