The Tryst

A lifelong dream and desire to bring to life my alter ego, Sarah, is realised in this autobiographical story. All events herein happened very recently, and has resulted in a different type of story for me. This story is complete.

Dedicated to Lucy, a lifesaver xx

The Tryst
by Pyrite

Part 1. Dressing Up

Absinthe, Honor and Opium…Chapters 23&24

Chapter 23

I take my drink upstairs with me sipping on the hard yet smooth scotch. I’m not that well versed in alcohols of any kind but I’m getting there. I’d actually love to know good stuff from bad even as far as maybe cigars and stuff like that too. Not that I’d smoke them, heck I don’t really smoke anything besides really smelly and not good for you. But I’d like to know it in case of conversations or to know what to buy as gifts

It’s be a nice skill set to have.

Detective Sergent John Wilks Looked out the slimy window of the cubical office he had inhabited for the last 4 years working on this case. It was one of the worst Homicide case in the departments history. The trail of murders seen to go back almost a decade but only the last 4 years worth could be contributed to Ms. Kay.

The plethora of copycats was yet another mystery. The court jails were full of almost identical people claiming they are Rilly Kay. It took the brain doctors months of therapy to even get the victims to realize who they were in the past.

Part 3:Is it love or just convenience:After Bill leaves home, an opportunity presents itself

Author Note: Here is my attempt at writing sexual content, Merry Christmas.

CAUTION: Contains graphic sex scenes (and a lot of them) from an unpracticed writer.

Chapter II:Remaking Jordan part 1

Charles must prepare Jordan for his new life in the home

Jordan Newton finds himself living in a mansion where the residents aren't what they appear to be. He must struggle to hold onto who he is as he becomes one of the house's girls.

___________Chapter I: Welcome home___________________________________________________

Part 2:The Storm: The aftermath of Bill being arrested on trumped up prostitution charges, see if his parents are understanding.

Author Note: I'll put this here for all to see. I really do try to do my best in presenting stories that are entertaining and have a good foothold in reality. I know that sometimes things hit close to home, but I won't apologize because that is my goal. I think we, as a community, need to embrace those things that make us wonderfully special and confront those things that are wrong and hinder our growth as people with reckless abandon. Guess which purpose I fulfill.

Part 1: Bill is at school talking with the one friend who knows about his secret desire prior to going to a 'specialty' store to purchase something to make him feel more like the girl he really is, before something goes awry.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor… Chapters 17 & 18.

Chapter 17.

The girls and I go through classes together having such a good time. There’s a lot of just girl talk about hair and make-up, clothes and I’m actually able to hold my own. But as much as I can relate and hold my own there’s this great feeling of getting immersed in the world of girl in a way outside of the things Sasha was teaching me.

Oh and they really enjoyed the coffee’s that Tommy bought us.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 15 & 16.

Chapter 15

It was all very surreal and Déjà-vu as I led a shaking and scared and miserable Danny upstairs into my loft. I made some hot chocolate and looked at him as I stirred it. “Danny?”

“Yes…” his voice was really meek sounding.

“Why? Why me?”

“I dunno? Scared I guess of what’s going on in my head. But not just that, it’s not being able to get you out of my mind.”

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 13 & 14.

Chapter 13

It’s actually turning out to be a good day. Nothing really special and yet it’s one of those Mondays in the early fall when it’s Summer with Fall teasing her edges like a flirty lover. I’m loving my look today, the way I feel, the sway as I walk the feeling of not just being on my way to becoming who I really am but liking it too.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 11 & 12.

Chapter 11

I’m crying…I’m crying harder than I should be right? God it hurts, I don’t…I hurt her, didn’t I? Sasha takes me to one of the rooms in her house there’s a big sofa and a gas fireplace that’s going and she eases me down and I curl up. And break into wracking sobs. Why...why did everything go sideways? I keep seeing the way she looked at me, hearing the tires squeal.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 9 & 10.

Chapter 9

I can’t help but to pant and exhale/moan “Sasssssssssha….” I almost a hiss/gasp as she works her magic on me and I’m shaking because while I’ve had some really great sex, and really great orgasms there is nothing as…sexual and powerful as she is right now.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 7 & 8.

Chapter Seven.

I know I’m literally just getting started on this path I’m on. But you know dressed in my pink Nike breast cancer tee-shirt and my faded but girls jeans. Shopping out in the Sunday sun with a really good looking, decent guy who knows what I am and he doesn’t care in fact he’s touching my arm and just me with that kind of sort of together thing.

I feel like a girl, I feel pretty even this dressed down. I feel like me. I can’t stop smiling.

Corey

To be honest my story isn’t going to be for everyone. I wasn’t even sure it’s something I even get. But I guess here it is. My name’s Corey Roberts and I’m a FTM trans guy. The thing is when it came to getting my surgery downstairs I didn’t get it. I didn’t really want them to mess with something I understood and frankly still got a lot of pleasure out of.

Oh yeah that just broke a few brains and I’m getting a few freak comments already.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 5 & 6

Chapter 5

I wake up and feel Tommy moving he’s getting out of bed and trying to do it without waking me. I feel good, actually kind of slutty…but in a good way?

“Hey…what’s up?” I ask as I roll over.

“Bathroom.” He slips off and I see him come back with a cup of coffee after five or six minutes. “Coffee?” I shake my head. “No, You…” I reach over and stroke him until he’d hard again, then apply a condom to him and take him into my mouth again.

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…Chapters 3 & 4.

Chapter 3

Absinthe, Opium and Honor…

I was never ever normal, I never felt normal and I think that most people feel that right? I’m from Toronto and I’ve gotten out of there. I got out of high school this Summer and I got accepted to the University of British Columbia. In truth I had to get out of there, Mom and I don’t get along and neither do me and my sister. Both of them are those real city girls. They want to be treated with respect but they don’t do a damned thing to earn it.