Sissy Sage

By Lyka Bloom

Jason has always been small and weak, a shy and reserved young man. When he meets his college crush Alyson, she lures him into a night he'll never forget! Jason becomes Sage, a girl who is given free reign to indulge his innermost fantasies, and some he's never conceived of before. At an exclusive, out-of-the-way club, Alyson will watch Sage become the lusty, confident girl she desires. With a trio of sexy friends in tow, Sage will dance and tease until finding the right man to satisfy her hungry passions. Becoming Sage is an explicit and steamy look at the first night in a new girl's life, guided by an experienced female dominant and surrounded by powerful men who want their way with her!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Oct 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005988968

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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SISSY SAGE

by Lyka Bloom

As

KayDee Sommers

SISSY SAGE

First Edition. October 27, 2022 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2022 Lyka Bloom

You can find more on my Author Page, or at

www.LykaBloom.com

When you write as much as I do, sometimes you want to branch out, to try some different things, and generally see if you can do something you haven't done in the past. Or, you want to do something that doesn't quite fit in the rest of the body of work. And so, KayDee Sommers was born.

I've written a number of stories under that name, and it's time for them to come home and live alongside the rest of my stories. If you've never read KayDee's stories, now's your chance. If you have, these will be edited versions of the stories you read before.

I hope you enjoy them. I know I enjoyed their creation, and I am very pleased to present them to you as part of my library of writing. Happy reading!

And if you want more of of these adventures with Sage and Alyson, drop me a line at [e-mail]!

Jason sipped from the soda, leaning over the cup instead of holding it, his eyes turned to the girl in the black dress. She was in his algebra class, two seats to the right and three ahead. Some days she had a purple streak in her hair, sometimes it was blue, today it was almost inky in its darkness. Once she had dyed it all a bright pink. He liked that best. There was something artificial about it that appealed to him. In fact, all of Alyson looked slightly enhanced, as if she belonged on the pages of a manga and not in the real world. The fact that she was at the mall at the same time that he was felt surreal. He took another drink, his hands folded in his lap. He knew his fantasies about Alyson were just that. He would never be able to have her because he would never have anyone, or so he believed.

His slight frame and short stature remained while the rest of the boys in his class had sprouted muscles and hair and testosterone-fueled manliness. Jason inched towards his own developing sexuality, but even after he graduated from high school, he remained waifish in his features. His skin had good color, thanks to his attempts at exercise as a means of looking less childlike, but he was so slight that he felt his outwardly small features made him somehow small inside, too. When he looked at the world around him, it felt foreign, a million lives he could see and bear witness to, forever damned to be on the other side of that glass.

And strolling by him was the ultimate expression of that want – Alyson. She with her train of three friends jockeying for her attention, each of them almost as beautiful as she was. They had style and a slinky manner of walking. He didn't know them, but he knew they were always quick to join Alyson after class. A pack of divas who never engaged with anyone else as far as he could tell. In his role as observer, Jason expected to see a litany of men around them, or one of the friends coming or going for weeks or months after some guy stole their attention away from Alyson. Yet, the small pack remained consistent.

They were moving through the food court when Alyson caught his stare, and she held his gaze. Jason felt frozen to the spot, unable to look away for the sake of decorum, Alyson's sharp black brows slightly raised as purple-shaded lips curled into a slight smile. The others were too busy chatting with one another to notice, but Jason sealed this moment in his mind, brief as it was. Alyson turned away, whipping her dark hair with a toss of her head, marching off in the thigh-high black boots that showed a hint of creamy skin before being swallowed by her suede skirt.

Jason's dick was hard at even this brief moment of notice from Alyson. He felt ashamed of it. He was pitiful, resigned to lusting from afar. An exotic beauty like Alyson could have any man she wanted. Or maybe she preferred girls, and she spent her nights having wild sex