Abby's Flame: A chronicle of Transition

By Abigail Marie Flame

An adult erotic, fictional auto-Biography that introduces the author and shares some background and perspectives on their gender transion from Male to Female. Diving into the authors past and laying the ground work for the metamophasis to come. Book one of planned series that is sure to leave you anxious and thirsty for the next saga in Abby's steamy endeavors.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9781312476554

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Abby’s Flame

A CHRONICLE OF TRANSITION: Book One

Written By Abigail Marie Flame

Abby’s

Flame

A CHRONICLE OF TRANSITION

Book One

WRITTEN BY

Abigail Marie Flame

First edition

Text © 2023 By Abigail Marie Flame

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ISBN 978-1-312-47655-4

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced by any means whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. Except for brief portions for purpose of review.

Dedication

To Michael, Rest in peace.

Preface

This composition is a fictional auto-biography addressing adult situations and contains explicit sexual content of the homosexual nature and some taboo topics. The characters are fictional and in no way represent the likeness of anyone intentionally and are solely figments of the authors imagination.

  A troubled young man is confronted with life’s struggles and is forced to survive, follow along as we begin our journey through the mental transition that will forge a new being from a broken shell.

Chapter I

Oral Virgin

What is that in your hand?

The hairs on the back of my head immediately stood straight up.

My heart stopped beating. Sweat began pouring profusely from my palms. It was as if I had been electrocuted. I found myself immobile, trapped in time, unable to think.

I had felt this one other time before, I was 5 years old and had tried to steal a cigarette from my father, only to get caught and grilled and severely spanked for trying to concoct an elaborate tail as to why I needed the cigarette. The shock of getting caught red-handed was intense and caused great and lasting synaptic bridges that would shape my personality for the rest of my life.

She asked again, snapping me from my daze.

What's in your hand, Mitchell?

Her voice was deep and raspy, yet sensual and demanding like Aretha Franklin. I could feel her peering over my shoulder. Towering over me like an Amazonian Queen, snatching the object out of my hand before I could even think or react.

Miss Nana was an after-school nanny my mother had hired to help around the house and watch over my little brother and I. It was the late 70s and I was 9yrs old. My baby brother and I had become too much for my mother to care for  in the case of my brother and controlling a rebellious me, while trying to work a full-time professional career. My parents had gotten divorced 6 mos. prior and I had become a terror. I didn't take it well and became rebellious and solemn.

Detachment and blame set in. I couldn't understand why my parents had divorced and I started snooping to find out. I read any document lying around and searched every nook and cranny, closet or locked box. I became observant of people’s activities.

I started learning when everyone was going to be away from their rooms. I started by searching my father’s old nightstand and found magazines of half-naked women. The clothes they wore were the very first thing I noticed. The lingerie seemed to call out to me. I couldn't focus on anything else. The satiny fabric mesmerized me. The beautiful exquisite lace spoke to my inner being. The vibrant colors delicately holding their body parts was intoxicating.

I had found a place in my closet where I would stare at the images for hours on end, drooling over the beautiful negligées.

I had even gotten so good at my sneaking that when on an occasion, we would visit one of my mother’s female friends, I would sneak into their bedroom and look around. That's where I encountered my first pair of real panties. I had just stepped into her friend’s bedroom when I saw them, just lying on the floor by her bed. They were pink silk and lace and had been worn recently. I immediately stuffed them in my front pocket and went about my business with my loot.

Which brings us back to where we started.  Miss Nana had snatched the panties out of my hand and now had a weird look on her face.

What were you doing, little Boo? Nana inquired more sternly.

She had always referred to me that way in her Creole accent. She had put the fear of God into me one day while she made dinner out of a live chicken. After witnessing her finish a rooster’s life with a cleaver and then dress it out for cooking, there was no way this child would ever oppose her.

I stammered, desperately searching for something, anything that would not be embarrassing. Nothing came to mind. I know that she had caught me with the panties in my hand. I didn't know how long she had been standing there watching me. Had she seen me sniff them? Had she seen me rub them on my groin? What had she seen? Had she seen me posing seductively like the women in the magazine?

Well, I know these aren't yours. I also do your families laundry, so I know they are not your mothers. she stared at me, her gaze defying me to look away.

"I think that I'll just let yo' Momma know what you been did? She said as she tucked the panties into her apron.

Please Miss Nana I begged. The embarrassment engulfing my whole body, I could feel my face go flush. I became dizzy. I felt my knees begin to buckle.

Oh Boo. You done been bad and gone and stole. You have been needing a switch across your butt for days. Been a causin' all kinda grief round here, talkin back to yo’ momma and all. She lectured.

Again, that strange look appeared on her face, this time followed by a little grin.

Miss Nana thinks you need some lessons in manners and I have just the idea. Tomorrow we gonna’ start learning proper behavior.

Over the next few days my mother informed me that during spring break from school that she would be working long hours with her new job selling insurance and that Miss Nana would be