Breaking Bobbi: Bobbi Saga, #1

By Jordan Bailey

Robbie Stevens is your normal eighteen year old guy. He is just trying to finish school, play video games and get a girlfriend. But when his beautiful neighbor Veronica takes an interest to him, his world is turned upside down and he begins a life-changing transformation. Check out the first entry into 'The Bobbi Saga' here!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Bailey
• Release date: Aug 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463937037

Jordan Bailey

Just a trans girl trying to make her way in the universe :P

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Breaking Bobbi

Bobbi Saga, Volume 1

Jordan Bailey

Published by Jordan Bailey, 2021.

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

BREAKING BOBBI

First edition. August 5, 2021.

Copyright © 2021 Jordan Bailey.

ISBN: 978-0463937037

Written by Jordan Bailey.

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Breaking Bobbi | by Jordan Bailey

Breaking Bobbi

by Jordan Bailey

I.

My neighbor is fucking hot.

Like, super model hot. Sexy. To die for. The epitome of stacked. A brick house. Built like a fucking porn star. She is easily the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen or met in my entire life. No creature, on the internet or in any magazine, has ever compared to her. She has enormous tits, an hourglass figure straight out of a fantasy novel, a perfect ass and legs that go on for weeks. She is a dream on every level of the imagination.

But sadly... I don't know her name. In fact, I don’t think she even knows I exist!

I don't know which god granted her such an amazing body, and I don't know what I did to deserve such a treasure. But I sure-as-hell am glad she lives next to me.

My name is Robert Stevens. Some of my friends call me Robbie. I'm eighteen years old and almost finished with high school. I'm 5'4 and weigh about 100 pounds. I think I’m pretty normal but I'm what you might call a nerd or a dork. I get teased and picked on by the jocks at school like someone my size would.  But unlike most I get antagonized for my feminine, or almost voluptuous, figure. While I've never been athletic or into sports, I apparently have been genetically predisposed with a big butt, thick thighs, wide hips and long legs. What's worse? Despite all my attempts to be 'one of the guys' or masculine in some way, shape for form... is that I've never had a girlfriend.

Anyways, enough with the depressing stuff. So I'm Rob, I have a less-than-masculine body, I’m single, and I'm a dork. Moving on!

I live on a cul-de-sac with my dad and my older sister. Now, I say live with, but my sister, Renae, is in college and only seems to come home to borrow money or do laundry. So, it's pretty much just me and my dad. We get along fine and despite my sisters teasing, I think I have a real shot at getting a girlfriend soon. It doesn't matter that I'm not a buff captain of the football team, or that I may not be as suave and hunky as half the other guys in school. I'm smart, I get good grades and I bathe on a regular basis – more than I could say about half my classmates.

But lately... none of the other girls at school interest me. None of them seem to have the qualities I look for and enjoy in a woman. None of them compare - to my neighbor. And I mean none. She is something from another world. I almost can't describe it. Despite the obvious: her rockin’ body, giant tits and bubble butt, there is something else about her that drives me absolutely wild!

It’s been about a year now. I think. Maybe a little less. Since she moved in. And ever since I caught her changing one day, I have been jerking off to her nearly every day after. Most of the time I only catch fleeting glimpses of her, but those were usually enough to fuel my masturbatory fantasies. Though sometimes I get lucky, and I can jerk off as I watch her!

Sometimes she's changing, sometimes she's just walking around the house in a bra and panties, and on particular lucky days I catch her in the shower. No matter the circumstance, I relish it. And I keep an ever watchful eye on any opportunity to gaze upon her splendor.

Whilst we live in a two-story home, and my bedroom is on the second floor, my neighbor only has a one-story, so at all hours I can peer out my windows to look for her.

It was a Thursday. And as I got ready for school that day I saw her. My beautiful, busty, neighbor, right on time as always, just getting home. For weeks now I had theorized, since she worked nights, that she was a stripper, but I couldn't be sure. But almost every morning just as I was leaving for school, there she was.

Not once I had mustered up the courage to go outside or say hello. And today was no different. It was enough for me, I said to myself, just to see her. To gaze upon her from afar. As she would arrive I would usually tool around the house for a bit, waiting for her to go inside. I know, I know, I'm shy, but that was the power she had over me. It was like trying to talk to a goddess. Just thinking about it made my mouth dry. Or my knees turn to jelly. I could barely move in her presence, let alone speak!

Today wasn’t any different. And as I watched her park her car and head inside, my heart was beating through my chest. Every ounce of me wanted to at least say ‘hi’ or wave, or at least do something so she would recognize my existence, but as always I froze. A few moments passed and she vanished out of sight. So, assuming she went inside her home I crept out my front door. But no sooner did I step off my porch did I realize my folley...

My beautiful stripper neighbor was still outside! Still standing by her front door, sifting through her mail. I froze when I saw her, jilted in a half-creeping, half-walking stance not unlike a blurry photo of Bigfoot. She noticed me instantly and our eyes met.

Her gaze stunned me like Perseus when he faced the Gorgon. I couldn’t look away from her big, luminous brown eyes. No mortal man could. I felt my mouth dry instantly. Felt my blood turn to ice and my heart skip several beats. My brain desperately scrambled to put a ‘oh shit’ thought together, until she smiled and waved.

I tried to do the same. Tried to do anything normal or rational. But instead I just stood there staring like an idiot, stuck like a deer in the headlights. With nothing else to do, instinct must have taken hold, and I shoved an arm out, holding it up as if to wave back, but I don't think all my fingers worked. Suddenly the lump in my throat began to swell in size. My cheeks burned red. I tried to smile. I tried waving back. But instead my hand just wiggled at the wrist like a wet sock puppet.

Oh man! I'm a complete idiot, I thought, finally managing a quivering, terrified smile.

Then, something unprecedented happened... Instead of her just going on her way. Instead of just exchanging quick pleasantries. And instead of outright laughing at my humiliation, the beautiful woman began walking towards me! My legs almost went out as she approached. Thankfully I was still a statue from her Medusa gaze. Unwavered by my bizarre stance or nature, she elegantly stepped off the stone walkway and through the grass towards me. When she was close enough she smiled again, tipping her head to one side.

Hey there! Good morning, She said, bright and chipper. Her voice was husky and low but still incredibly feminine. It was like a voice of a demonic succubus inhabiting a ditzy