Welcome to Paradise: Transitioning, Book One

By Eliot Waistlin

Feeling like an outsider in the States, and tormented by feelings that he doesn't belong in his masculine body, Ethan moves to Atabey, a beautiful island nation in the Caribbean Sea. There he meets Avena, an enchanting young woman who takes an immediate shine to Ethan. As Avena penetrates the sphere of isolation Ethan has created for himself, his lust and passion for the young woman become intertwined with his transgender inclinations. And what secrets can Avena teach him about transitioning on Atabey? The first chapter in the Transitioning series, an absorbing erotic journey of self-discovery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eliot Waistlin
• Release date: Sep 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463089828

Eliot Waistlin

Eliot Waistlin is a fiction-writing fool. He writes NSFW kinky erotica in a variety of genres, and insists that you read them all.

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Transitioning, Part One: Welcome to Paradise

Gender Transformation Erotica

By Eliot Waistlin

Copyright 2020, Eliot Waistlin. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This story is a work of fantasy. Always practice safe sex.

Cover photo by Shot by Cerqueira

(https://unsplash.com/@shotbycerqueira).

Welcome to Paradise

I stepped out onto the porch of my cottage with a cup of coffee, sat down in the wicker chair, and lit a cigarette. The view in front of me was magnificent. The cottage sat a fifteen minute walk above the coastal highway, and I looked down over the canopy of trees and across the Caribbean Sea. The morning fog was drifting off the water. There were hints of pink in the clouds, and I knew this meant there might be a storm. Atabey usually got hit by the big tropical storms in October or November. It was September now, the tourist crowds were already gone, and the squalls were beginning.

I was hung over after a long night at a bar in town. There was no occasion, except having nothing else to do. The bar had been quiet, but I didn’t feel like heading back to the cottage, and I stayed and finished the book I was reading. I didn’t remember how it ended, since I was pretty drunk by the final chapters, but I remembered enjoying it at the time. Maybe it was worth re-reading sober. Or I could re-read it again drunk, an infinite number of times.

I took a last drag and ground out the cigarette in the tray next to the chair. I’d come to Atabey to live affordably in a beautiful paradise, away from the anxiety and noise of American life. Now, after two months of quiet, I don’t know what to do without all the noise. Americans are raised to be addicted to noise. Now I was drinking every night to drown out the quiet.

The cottage, a rental, was basically a bedroom with a bathroom and kitchenette. It was too far down the highway to be wired for high speed internet, so every morning I got dressed, packed my bag, and walked fifteen minutes down a dirt road to the coastal highway, where I waited to catch a bus into the town of Corianda. It was an easy enough routine. Corianda had some nice cafés, and on that morning, I ate a breakfast of eggs, pineapple, toast and coffee on a patio overlooking the sea. Then I headed into an internet café where I connected my laptop and got the work.

The sky got dark in the afternoon and the rain started pouring down, so I stayed inside, working on my software project. I ate instant noodles and