Hello girls (and naughty boys,) I thought that I should post a little tease here today of something I have been working on lately. Other than writing new captions that is. Namely I have been writing on a longer story. Erotic fiction with a trans/sissy bent. Really it just came about from the fact that I haven't had internet-access for some time and I wanted some way to occupy my time and when you start writing you don't stop writing. It kinda grew into it's own thing and right now I have four chapters finished. It is probably going to be six, but I don't know exactly. In any case it is still a work in progress, but I you will get to read it some time soon-ish. I am actually going to let you read the first chapter now! It is an early version, and it is possible that I am going to change it, so think of it as a sneak peek, rather than an actual release. I might look into getting this whole story up on Fictionmania when it is done, so keep yourself subscribed to this blog and I will let you know when that happens. Press 'Read more' to, well, read more.
'Becoming Bea'
Chapter one
I was about to turn thirty-eight. My name is Bernard Torres and I'm only two years away from being forty. I'm still telling people that I'm in my early-thirties, but that is most certainly not true. Not any more. I am middle-aged. It seemed only like yesterday when I was a carefree twenty-something student. I spent all the night partying and all the day trying to keep myself awake during the lectures. Well, maybe I didn't 'party' so much as stay awake and play board games with my other nerdy friend. But still, that wasn't studying. I wasn't, and I'm still, not a very ambitious person. All I want is to find a life that is comfortable and simple. I want to love someone I know that I can trust and rely on. Someone who I can dedicate my whole life towards.
But despite my disinterest, I managed to scrape together a degree in economics. Possibly because I am quite talented with numbers. In any case, the degree led to me getting a high-paying job working for a bank. I don't like to call myself a banker, but I suppose that is what I am. It is a cushy gig, sure enough, but it is soul-crushingly boring. My teenaged self, the goth that played bass in a rather pitiful and unsuccessful band, would hate me now. Wearing suits and ties. Going to work for the evil capitalist system that oppresses the masses. Not that I ever truly believed any of that. I was just posturing. The truth is that I have always been a rather meek man. The only difference between me now and me then is that I used to smoke pot.
