Jenn's Hunger (Hard Time Sex- Prequel)
Copyright by Marcia St.Denis and Jennifer Stewart.
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 OK 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.
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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, that 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 décolleté 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 finger tips 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."