Sissy for Rent

By Clea Kinderton

Ever since his parents found his secret stash of women's clothing and kicked him out of the house for crossdressing, Paisley's been living with his new friend, the beautiful escort Sevda, eating her food, wearing her clothing, and sleeping on her couch. But this idyllic existence free from the intolerant attitudes of his parents can't last forever. Sooner or later, Paisley's going to have to help Sevda pay the rent.

And it looks like tonight's the night. Sevda has a migraine and isn't answering her phone ... and it won't stop ringing. When Paisley--a name hastily chosen in the heat of the moment--is finally fed up with all the interruptions and answers the phone, he is introduced to one of Sevda's old clients, Mr. Longenhard, and decides to take the plunge. Paisley's been practicing his makeup skills all night, and he's looking hot in his crop top, miniskirt, and heels. He could easily pass for a girl, and Mr. Longenhard likes what he sees. The only problem is, Paisley isn't a girl. And he isn't gay, of course.

Or is he? The closer Paisley gets to meeting Mr. Longenhard, the mysterious stranger, the more he questions his sexuality. After all, he's never been what you might call a 'real man,' and he can't deny the pleasure he feels knowing that Mr. Longenhard finds him attractive, or the excitement he feels thinking about what he's going to do to finally help Sevda pay the rent.

Tonight, Paisley's going to find out what a real man is like. And he's going to find out that maybe he, Paisley, isn't a he at all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clea Kinderton
• Release date: Apr 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005230654

Clea Kinderton

I've always had a wild imagination. I love fat fantasy novels, B movies, comic books, and scifi. But I also love romance and sex and you'll find plenty of both along with a good dose of action, mystery, humor, and suspense jampacked into some of the hottest, hardest, kinkiest stories you may ever read. Strap yourself in, it's going to be a wild ride... Follow me on Ello: https://ello.co/cleakinderton

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Sissy for Rent

Clea Kinderton

Published by Red Lamp Press, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

SISSY FOR RENT

First edition. April 9, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Clea Kinderton.

Written by Clea Kinderton.

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Title Page

Copyright Page

Sissy for Rent

Further Reading: Pretty Little Sissy

Also By Clea Kinderton

About the Author

Sevda’s phone was ringing again. It was the fifth time it had rung in the last hour, and I had a feeling it wasn’t going to stop.

Sevda couldn’t answer her phone because she had come down with a migraine. She was in her bedroom with the door closed, the lights off, and the blinds drawn. She’d left her phone in the bathroom, where I was currently practicing my makeup skills. Each time it rang my eyes were drawn to it, as if by a kind of magnetic force, and I felt an anxious little twinge in the pit of my stomach, as if my subconscious were trying to warn me about something. Each time it rang the screen lit up and the same name appeared: Mr. Longenhard. A pseudonym, I presumed.

The phone stopped ringing and I turned my attention back to the mirror, finishing my lips in candy-floss pink. I puckered my lips, batted my eyelashes, and made other generally obscene faces at myself. Blessed with full lips, thick lashes, and soft, smooth cheeks, my features lent themselves naturally to femininity, and I had to admit I was getting pretty darn good at applying makeup. In my hot pink miniskirt and aqua blue cami crop, I was feeling quite fuckable.

Who’s a sexy little bitch? I said, adopting my girly voice. Me, that’s who.

I winked coquettishly at myself and giggled.

I had a naturally high voice for a guy, and I’d been practicing quite a bit, so I almost sounded like a woman. A bit on the husky side, perhaps, but passable. I’d have to keep working at it.

The phone rang again, setting my teeth on edge. The blast of techno that was Sevda’s ringtone was driving me crazy, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little bit tempted to answer. Sevda, my roommate, was a gorgeous escort and lived a life that seemed glamorous, dangerous, and exciting to me. She was always dressing up in pretty dresses and rushing off to parties and clubs where she would drink, dance, and meet interesting people. People who bought her things like Jimmy Choos and Hermès handbags, Cartier diamond bracelets and Chanel perfume, crates of Château Lafite Rothschild and boxes of Le Royale 54 chocolates. And, of course, the latest iPhone, which was currently ringing. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d wished I could have her life, and as her phone droned on, a part of me desperately wanted to pick it up, to see for myself what was waiting for her on the other end of the line.

But it wasn’t my phone, and it wasn’t my life, so I did my best to ignore it.

Adjusting my pigtails one last time—I was still new to having long hair and hadn’t quite mastered the intricacies of more complex hairstyles—I turned around to check out my butt in the mirror. Teasing up the hem of the skirt, I provocatively exposed two pale crescents of firm, round bumcheek and slender stretches of smooth, hairless thighs. I bent over even further, slightly spreading my legs, and lifted the skirt until I could see the matching hot pink panties gently cocooning my ball sac. Sure, the prostitot look was cliché,