Wednesday, 10 May 2017

#MidWeekTease Jaqueline and Heidi - What happens when you get what you've always wanted? #KU Prowlers & Growlers

Happy Wednesday! I'm going to share another excerpt from Changes, my transgender contribution to Prowlers & Growlers. You can snag a free copy in Kindle Unlimited or $2.99 on Amazon.

We've met Jacqueline, and Heidi has made an impact, but how are the two related?

“Ah!” He managed to push the panties out with his tongue and his full-throated agony rang clear to Heidi’s ears, masked by cars passing by to any curious pedestrians.
“Yes, yes.” She continued riding him, the heat mounting in her. “Tell me it hurt. Tell me how a little girl made you weep.” Her clit was rubbing against his thick, coarse pubic hair. Her pussy ached and burned, and the head of his cock was pressing into her on each stroke.
Although flush with anger, tendons popping out on his neck, he was still thrusting up at her, not to shake her off, but to sink deeper. “Fuck, fuck, you, you, argh!” His belly crunched and Heidi tipped forward, bracing on his chest and wiggling her hips, coming around that throbbing cock.
“Thank you, Felix. That was perfect.” She almost purred as she put her shirt back on. Walking away, she didn’t reclaim her panties.
“Wait, you can’t leave me like this.”
She looked Felix over, his chest and abs still exposed, jeans open. She picked up a box cutter and tossed it in his direction. It fell within his reach. “Good night.” Walking out, she closed the gate behind her. As soon as she did, she felt the change coming. Fuck. She was just starting to have a good time.


Jacqueline wrapped her arms around herself, sinking to her knees. The bra she wore slipped off her shoulders, hanging loose. She revealed more of her chest than she liked due to the shirt riding high and hanging low, which made the empty bra more obvious. The skirt was short, and for some reason, she had no panties. Her feet ached to be free of the boots that seemed to crush her toes inside them.
“You!” A man came out of the construction site and seized her by the shoulders, picking her up. She shrieked. His work shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hairy, muscular chest and abs. He was strong, strong enough to really hurt her. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been beaten for her gender identity, but she screamed and hoped someone would help her.
He set her on her feet right away. “You aren’t her. Where did she go? A girl with dark hair. I’m going to kill her.” He stormed away and Jacqueline shook. She looked at her hands, half-expecting them to be unfamiliar. She couldn’t remember leaving the apartment, but she had a sinking feeling she knew who the girl with dark hair was.