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Becoming His Gurl (Crossdressing, Feminization, First Time)
Becoming His Gurl (Crossdressing, Feminization, First Time)
Becoming His Gurl (Crossdressing, Feminization, First Time)
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Becoming His Gurl (Crossdressing, Feminization, First Time)

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Bradley’s college buddy, Ken, is out of the closet. He's gay and tired of living a lie. If only Brad had the guts to come out of the closet himself. Brad isn't exactly gay though. He's a cross-dresser who harbors a secret desire to be dominated by a man. If only Brad could find the courage to tell his friend. However, Ken already knows his buddy’s secret and he’s planning to help Bradley transform into Brenda then make him his own personal sissy slave.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAmour
Release dateSep 18, 2017
ISBN9781370706655
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    Becoming His Gurl (Crossdressing, Feminization, First Time) - Amour

    Becoming His Gurl

    Amour

    Amour 2017

    This novella contains graphic descriptions of male-on-male sex and domination. Please don’t sample, purchase or read it if you find such themes offensive!

    Other books by Amour:

    The Spanish Bride

    Contents

    1 - Chapter One

    2 - Chapter Two

    3 - Chapter Three

    4 - Chapter Four

    Copyright

    Chapter One

    I know Brad is a joker, but how about you Ken? Is there a special girl in your life?

    My former college buddy Ken laughed, embarrassed, then placed his hand on his glass and slowly spun it round. Me and my lady friend Joanne had spent the afternoon window-shopping at a new neighborhood mall, when we’d bumped into our former college buddy Ken. We’d stood at the entrance to the mall catching up, when a security guard suggested that we continue our conversation outside the building. Did we really look like the sort of people who could cause trouble?

    We’d walked into a bar and to our surprise discovered that we were just in time for happy hour. We were already on our second round of drinks; Jo was sipping her margarita while me and Ken were drinking beers. I had winced as Jo dismissively called me a joker. I’d tried so hard with her, but she’d kept me in the friend zone all throughout college and even now she felt no shame discussing other men with me.

    Ken grabbed his glass off the table and gulped down the rest of its contents in one go.

    Actually I’m gay...

    Jo paused and studied his expression. She thought he was joking, but seeing his straight face she finally understood that he’d told her the truth. She turned, wide-eyed to look at me. I was also shocked.

    Whoa! Good for you! she said, regaining her composure. All these years and you never told us!

    Yea man. I never suspected. I chimed in.

    Ken’s bottle was about three-quarters empty. He motioned the waiter to bring us another round as he poured the last bit of his beer into his glass.

    It’s been my secret since high school. Ever since I got my own apartment, a job and found out that my boss doesn’t care what I do in my free time, I don’t hide it anymore.

    I’m so proud of you. I wish you’d told us earlier, we’d not have judged you! Jo continued.

    Earlier she’d been teasing him, now she was sucking up to him. I distractedly poured the rest of my beer into my glass lost in my own thoughts. Ken’s coming out to us thrilled me, I envied his bravery. I’d had a crush on Joanne ever since our first day as college freshers. But I also liked to dress up in women's clothes ever since I was about eight. Mrs Hernandez the woman who’d babysat me through my childhood didn’t mind.

    Earlier in her life, she’d been an amateur model in Mexico. But when that hadn’t worked out, she’d moved to the States where she made a living doing odd jobs. When I was about six, my parents split up and I ended up in Texas with my mom. On the evenings when my mom was working the night shift, Mrs Hernandez would help me dress up in my mom’s old clothes, then she’d watch me walk down the

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