Only Tonight

By John Dylena

Who knew that a tiny pink thong could turn his life upside down?

Quiet and introverted, Jacob prefers to spend his Friday nights with a good book and no one else around. But what should have been just another Friday quickly turns weird after Jacob’s encounter with a strange pair of women’s panties leaves him with big, pouty lips and the kind of curves most girls would kill for. What’s a guy—er, girl—to do in this situation?

12,000 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Dylena
• Release date: Jun 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005843946

John Dylena

John Dylena is a young author with a passion for tales of crossdressing, feminization and gender change. When he's not writing stories full of stockings, high heels and magic, he is an avid gamer and movie lover. His other interests are science fiction and epic fantasy.

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Only Tonight

by John Dylena

Copyright © 2016 by John Dylena

Smashwords Edition

a Pink Skirt Press story

Edited by: AJ McGinnis

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

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Disclaimer:

This story contains adult material and was not suitable for readers under the age of 18. It also contains strong language and sexual situations. Most are of erotic nature and contain graphic and detailed descriptions of sex and/or masturbation.

If you, the reader, are of legal age (18+) and are fine with the previously mentioned themed story, then continue.

Enjoy.

Best Friday night ever, Jacob said aloud, to no one in particular. He knew that he was alone in the laundromat, but he still casually glanced around just in case someone had overheard him. His was the only machine occupied; the rest were empty. Random bits of clothing lay scattered around, mostly lost socks without their twins, though occasionally he’d find an abandoned shirt. One time Jacob had even found a bra draped over an open washer door, but that was about it. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost nine o’clock at night, and instead of going out and partying like everyone else, he sat on top of a long wooden table that stretched the length of the row of machines. Instead of being social, he waited for his clothes to dry while reading a book.

Jacob’s car wasn’t the only one in the parking lot. The laundromat was part of a complex that included a liquor store and several other small businesses, one of them being his favorite Chinese food takeout. His stomach rumbled at the thought of sesame chicken and fried rice, but the restaurant had closed just before he arrived.

Looking out into the lot lit by yellowish-orange lamps, he spotted a couple leaving the store, followed by a group of the type of guys who had driver’s licenses stating they were twenty-two, despite the fact that they looked like they were still in high school. One of them carried a large case of the cheapest beer money could buy. The others held bags that contained large bottles of the finest quality hard liquor one could get for twenty bucks.

The group passed by the homeless man that sat against the nearby wall. Jacob had seen him often while he was at the laundromat. The homeless man was mostly harmless, tending to keep to himself, often mumbling nonsense while smoking a cigarette. Jacob occasionally saw the man drinking a beer but one time he saw him munching down on a burger from the joint across the street. Just like the Chinese place and the liquor store, he seemed to be a fixture of the neighborhood.

Jacob turned his attention away from the outside world and back to the machine in front of him, but his gaze lingered on one particular washing unit. Because of the odd hours when he used the twenty-four seven laundromat, it was never full. In fact, most of the time he was the only one there. Sometimes there would be one or two other people, but it was nothing compared to what it was like during the day. The last time he was here, though, he hadn’t been alone.

He had started off by himself in the laundromat, book in hand like always