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This story is a prequel to an earlier story called Hard
Time Sex and was begun soon after we finished our earlier
collaboration. Unfortunately, it has been more than a year
since I have been able to reach Jennifer to get an okay
from her to publish this final version of the story. Since
I have not heard back from her, I am sending it in for your
enjoyment just as I finished it. I only hope that my
interest in perversely exciting characters and situations
has not gone too far for her to be happy with it. My
primary wish is that our many fans will derive great
pleasure over many readings. It is why I write trannie
erotica in the first place: as a gift to you.
I hope I speak for both of us when I say that we write our
stories for your pleasure and we hope they bring you many
moments of release and contentment. Feel free to share our
story with any other story site but please attribute it to
us. And finally, please write if you enjoyed it for I would
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Jenn's Hunger 2: A Prequel to Hard Time Sex
Copyright by Marcia St. Denis and Jennifer Stewart.
Chapter Two - Something New
One day in early October, as he sat reading a stack of back
copies of Vogue, he became vaguely aware of a middle-aged
man standing beside him.
"Excuse me. Sorry to disturb you, but my name is Rod
Walker," the man spoke in a friendly tone of voice.
"Hi."
"Are you Jeremy Stewart?"
"Yes I am. Is there something I can do for you?" Jeremy
replied looking up.
"I think I know you. Didn't I see your photos in Modern
Teen?" the man asked.
"Oh. That was a long time ago. I thought I had changed
enough so that no one would recognize me."
Jeremy had been chosen by the editors of the teen fashion
magazine when he was just 16 to model some clothing as a
promotion to try to interest kids from rural areas to take
out subscriptions.
The man smiled and said, "You have. You're better looking
and I'd like you to model for my magazine."
"Oh yes? What is it?" Jeremy was excited.
He had enjoyed the Modern Teen gig. There was a time when
he had become a real exhibitionist and had loved posing and
vamping for the photographer, a domineering, masterful man.
Jeremy had easily fallen under his control and his body had
moved fluidly as the man snapped out his commands. Jeremy
had also liked wearing the new clothes, a line of summer
mix-and-matches for teenage boys. It was that experience,
combined with his lifelong love affair with women's design
and his innate love of material and style, which sparked
his interest in runway fashion shows and modeling. He had
become interested in women's fashions because of the range
and variety of styles and colors they offered and had
fallen in love with runway modeling because of the way the
clothing moved and looked on the model's rather androgynous
bodies.
"Well, it's a monthly which appeals to people with a
specialized interest in clothes. I'd like to feature you in
the primary photo spread for that month," the man replied.
"Oh, that sounds interesting... but what is the magazine."
"It's similar to 'Playboy'. We do stories, cartoons and
photo features." Jeremy was intrigued. His exhibitionist
streak was flaring up.
"Does that mean I would have to pose nude?"
"No, not quite. You would wear clothes all the time but
some of them would be revealing. You see, I think you have
a special kind of sex appeal that our readers would respond
to in a strong way. We pay very well, by the way."
Rod noticed Jeremy's eyes light up when he told him.
Another starving student he thought. He had him hooked.
"Are you interested?"
"Definitely. But, is that all there is to it? It sounds too
easy and when would I start?"
"Well, to be completely truthful, I should also tell you
that you would be required to wear women's clothes."
"What! Forget it! I design them, I don't wear them." Jeremy
lied.
"Well, there's no harm in it you know. You actually might
learn something about how the clothes you design fit and
how comfortable they are. But, whatever you decide is okay.
Suit yourself. Here's my card in case you change your
mind."
Rod handed Jeremy his card and left. He was in no doubt
that he would hear from Jeremy within two days. All his
"discoveries" made it into his studios eventually, and
almost always attracted by the money.
And, true to form, Jeremy called Rod the following morning.
He had thought long and hard about being seen by others
while wearing women's clothes and he had finally decided
that it really didn't matter what anyone wore, it's what
they are inside that matters. He had also thought of a
myriad of things he could do with the money. To begin with
he could get the first and last month's rent for his own
apartment and escape from Tony. Last night had been the
last straw. Tony and one of his moronic friends had been in
the room when Jeremy came in. They had teased him
unmercifully about his feminine looks until, by ignoring
them and pretending to be asleep, they had given up and
left the room.
Jeremy didn't hesitate to announce, "I'll do it if you give
me an advance."
"Sure kid. Can you come over at two, day after tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'll be there."
As Jeremy thought more about what he had agreed to do he
got more and more sexually excited and found that he was
masturbating 3 to 5 times a day. Nothing seemed to prevent
his thoughts from dwelling on the look and the feel of
those clothes on his body and the men who might be watching
in the wings during the photo shoot. He did it four times
on the morning of the shoot itself in an attempt to empty
his body and his mind of the allure that clothing had on
him. The last session was just after his design and
manufacture of women's support garment class and he almost
ran out of class to his favorite janitor's closet to whip
out his prick and take the pink satin tap pants from his
pocket to drape wrap his tool in.
As he slid his hand up the shaft for his first stroke his
eyes closed and his breathing quickened. He could see in
his imagination just how sensual he looked in a periwinkle
corset and panties with high heels and stockings and the
photographer had taken his massive cock out of his own
pants and was slowly jacking it off while shooting pictures
of him. Jeremy groaned out as he came the painful cum of a
dry orgasm. This time he thought he'd made sure his penis
wouldn't betray what was in his mind right in the middle of
the shoot. It now hurt to even get hard let alone cum.
The studio was on the nineteenth floor of a downtown office
block. A young and extremely beautiful female receptionist
with a breathtaking figure told him to take a seat while
she minced into an inner office on what had to be 5" open-
toed black patent leather heels to announce him. Her makeup
was perfect, as were her painted toe and fingernails.
Jeremy noticed her raw sexuality but only in passing.
He took far more interest in what she was wearing and
couldn't help but critique her outfit mentally as she moved
past him. He decided that her gray, raw silk skirt was cute
as it sculpted her tight little butt perfectly but, at what
he guessed was 7" above her knees, it was about an inch too
short. And if she were determined to wear it as tight as it
was then she ought to wear a thong under it and not the
high cut briefs she had on whose lines marred the perfect
symmetry of her round buttocks. The gossamer thin,
extremely d?collet? purple blouse was very sexy he decided,
as it showed off the delicate lace of her black shelf bra
beautifully and molded around her obviously silicone
enhanced D cup tits nicely. Jeremy decided that it was
clear Rod had good but not very subtle taste in females
just as he came out and ushered Jeremy into his office.
"This is going to take about three hours. Can you stay that
long?"
"Yes."
"Splendid. This is Jean. She's our receptionist and make-up
artist. She'll be a big help. First let's sign some papers
and then we'll get started."
Five minutes later Jeremy was following Jean's tight and
voluptuous ass into a dressing room containing little more
than a clothes rack, a sink and a dresser with a large oval
mirror above it. On the dresser were pots and vials of
cosmetics, tubes of lipstick and mascara, eyebrow pencils,
sponges and balls of cotton. The sight of all that feminine
warpaint was intimidating but the smell was completely new
to Jeremy and totally intoxicating. His mother had never
worn much in the way of cosmetics and Jeremy knew just from
the smell that he was going to love everything about
makeup. Jeremy stood there transfixed by it. Jean told him
to undress and he removed all his clothes down to his
underpants.
"Briefs too, and put these on." She handed him a pink satin
thong. "Go on, you'll like them."
Blushing he removed his underpants and stepped into the
silky panties pulling them up over his quite large penis
and testicles. He had always hated exposing his genitals to
strangers and felt incredibly self-conscious. In high
school his smooth and tiny body set against a large set of
genitals had always been the occasion for joking and abuse.
But Jean did not seem to care one way or another.
"Have you ever worn a bra?"
"No way! Of course not!"
"Oh well, there's always a first time for everything. Put
this on."
She held out a pink satin and lace underwire and heavily
padded full cup bra. He held the alien garment in his hands
unsure of what to do with it.
"Here, let me help, you silly boy. Hold out your arms ...
that's it."
She slid the straps up his arms and over his shoulders then
fastened the hooks behind his back. Then she slipped two
silicone breast forms into the cups. He looked in the
mirror surprised at how little it had taken to make him
look quite feminine. His body was hairless and his skin
smooth and soft. He put his hands on the bra and felt the
curve of his breasts. His penis stiffened and within
seconds a wet spot appeared at the front of his thong. He
was mortified and tried to immediately hide his crotch from
Jean's eyes but she just smiled knowingly down at the young
boy.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Jean said with a hint of a smirk.
"You like it don't you, huney?"
She casually slipped her fingers through his long hair and
brushed it back and up, then let her fingertips lightly
caress his cheek and jaw.
Reaching down to his satin encased penis she heightened the
sensual appeal of the garments by lightly scratching his
cock and glans with her long painted nails. He was about to
faint. No one in his entire life had ever touched his penis
other than him and he thought he was going to cum right
then and there in spite of having tried to drain himself
all morning. He leaned against the wall to steady himself
while a soft moan escaped his lips.
Jean leaned in with him and brought her glistening red lips
to his ear and whispered, "From this day forward you will
never be the same huney. Welcome to the overwhelmingly
sensual world of being a bitch. You will soon discover the
power you hold over men. Use it to your advantage babydoll.
Never let them win. You are here to use them for your own
pleasure and happiness. Never forget who has control. Never
let down your sister bitches. Do you understand sweetie?"
"Yes, Jean, I understand but please stop so I don't have an
accident. Please?" he begged.
Jean stepped back and surveyed this lovely creature
standing before her and smiled wickedly. "You really are
hooked aren't you dear sweet little boy?"
"Yes. It feels a bit strange but really actually very
nice."
She helped him put on the matching garter belt, slipping
the garters inside his panties, and then the sheer nude
nylons which she attached to the lace covered garter straps
and the satin ribbon-tipped stocking tabs. On top of it all
she had him put on a peach colored satin shortie robe that
came to the tops of his thighs.
"Sit at the dresser and let's see how pretty we can make
you look."
In less than an hour from when he walked into the office,
Jeremy sat there looking somewhat stunned at the vision
that was reflected in the mirror. By the time Jean had
finished putting make-up on him, he had been transformed
into a stunningly pretty girl who, with crimson lips, a
soft wavy black-haired wig and a large dark beauty spot
just below the left corner of his mouth, oozed drama and
sex appeal. Jeremy gasped at his image when he looked in
the mirror but couldn't help pouting his lips and giving
his image a sexy little kiss. He smiled, totally transfixed
at what he had become.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
"Not really. I've just enhanced your natural beauty."
Jean looked thoughtful. "You are very pretty you know.
Wearing male clothes can't hide that. Put this dress on and
you will see what I mean."
She held out a shimmering red satin sheath and a sheer
bolero style jacket with large turned back cuffs held
together with large rhinestone clustered links. As she
helped him slip the dress over his head and down his body,
he trembled in response to the cool, soft sensuous touch of
the fabric on his skin. His heart was beating fiercely and
his breath came in quick, short pants. He had never felt
anything so wonderful or so sexy. But then, he had never
really known what feeling sexy was like, as he had never
dated. Nor had he ever had a crush on anyone either. He had
masturbated furiously since puberty but never with the
thought of sex in his mind, as he really hadn't found
anything that sexually aroused him other than the clothes
and the fabrics themselves. Certainly not women. Yet, there
was no doubt about his body's response to this new
situation. His penis throbbed in his panties which were now
quite wet. He was shocked at his thoughts and feelings. He
felt overwhelmed and somewhat lost. He loved looking like a
highly sexed bitch and he instinctively knew he was made to
be used and to use men for his pleasure and theirs.
Jean sensed his confusion and his pleasure and whispered in
his ear, "You're a girl at last... Hmm? You always knew it
was there didn't you doll? Your feminine side has been
hidden away all these years and now we've let it out.
Doesn't it feel delicious?"
Something was certainly happening to him. He was quite
literally shaking with excitement as she zipped up the
dress and slipped the silky sheer coat on him. And he
nearly fainted from the incredible pleasure he felt as she
slipped onto his feet a pair of 4" high, sharp-toed, ankle-
strapped Charles Jourdan heels
"I can't understand what's come over me. The clothes feel
amazing and I feel... different... inside, I mean. And
these shoes make me feel like I can conquer the world... or
at least most of the men in it. Tee hee."
"Most T-girls begin a bit earlier in age than you by trying
on their mother's or sisters' clothes. Some though, like
you, discover their femininity later and often by accident.
Then, it's like the lid coming off a pressure cooker. And
once the genie is out of the pot she never ever gets back
in. I guarantee you that from this moment on you will
always want to dress as a woman Jeremy. Believe me. You
make a far better looking, hotter girl than you do as a
boy. So, if you take my advice, don't fight it, just be who
you need to be and revel in the fact that you are far
sexier than the vast majority of genetic girls. You can
easily pass as a woman anywhere you go at any time of day
or night."
Just then, they were interrupted by Rod who wanted to know
if Jeremy was ready.
"Isn't he gorgeous?" Jean asked.
"You've done a great job, Jean. He's perfect."
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