He's let his girlfriend bring another man into the relationship in order to save it. But the new man has some very unorthodox, very girly changes in mind for him...

Justin and Bridget's relationship is in trouble. They just aren't clicking romantically like they once did. So to spice things up, Bridget recommends bringing in a third: a suave, mysterious man named Anthony. Justin unenthusiastically accepts, and at first, the shake-up seems to be helping. But Anthony starts recommending increasingly feminine things for Justin to try -- inside and outside of the bedroom. How far will Justin let things go in order to save his relationship?

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I hope you enjoy this preview of my sixth book! Please note, only the first few chapters will be posted on BCTS. The entire 18-chapter, ~40,000 word novel is available on Amazon.

-Jennifer

See You on the Other Side
(Part 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Friday, October 8th

Chapter Two – Your Body Is A Weapon

Valerie is trained in the arts of espionage and seduction as she prepares to go undercover as the interpreter for Professor Mikhail Blavatsky, a misogynist, conceited womaniser, so that she can accompany to him to a Convention in NYC and test her newfound skills on unsuspecting victims.

Runnin' Away With Me (Part. 2)
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's note: Lotsa red, a lil' backstory, oh, and a lil' music... Here's Part 2 of my nice sexy story about a crossdresser who still doesn't know why everything thinks she's a woman. I hope YOU like it...

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This story contains forced fem and sex

The next time I woke it was in response to a catheter being pulled out of me. My throat was dry and the horror of what had happened returned.

"What are you doing now?"

"Aww. Don't worry. You had that in so you didn't wet the bed. I just need to fit this on you." Carol said.

I looked down as I felt her fiddling with my penis. It was dragged between my empty ball sack, then I felt a tug and heard a click.

My cock stayed between my legs.

"What have you done to me?" I croaked.

Sam looks up at the pink tinted machinery hovering from an extendable arm two foot above his face. He could clearly see the permanent makeup tattoo brushes and eyelash extensions poised to descend and change him forever probably into a girl with light makeup, long lashes, and rouge lips. He was semi relieved that he could not see the tell-tale injectors to plump his lips as well, but he supposed they could be there.

I have been asked to finish this story on several sites. This story contains sex and violence

My life continued to get worse. Paul was sent away and I never had him to comfort me. I had no idea when he was coming back. I asked Frankie where he was. All I got was.

"Why are you sweet on him you little slut? Just fucking remember, your my wife now, not his."

Charlie and the Mrs.
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Mmm, a nice little slice of life, some background history, just two people with a past. Nothing too sordid, nothing that you wouldn't see coming, just two people whose yearly trysts make their lives better and more fulfilling... I hope YOU like it.

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Hmm... I absolutely love this. Some things you just never get tired of.

White and Yellow
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: I dig through my big dusty pile and read again. Find something I love.

I hope YOU like it.

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A whole year ago today. I can not believe that we have been living in this wonderful house for a whole year.

This has a sex scene at the end.

The next day was a blur. What was nice was that Ken brought me a cup of coffee and woke me up with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you so much for what you are doing for us, Susan. I'll see you tonight with Mr. Yasimo."

I was stunned. No one had ever done that to me. I grew up with very little affection. That was probably why I accepted affection wherever I could.

This is a short part.

As we entered, I saw what was laid out on the bed. Shirley must have done this while I was getting the dinner.

It was a dark blue silk teddy. One piece with spaghetti straps and 2 inches of black lace around the bust and legs. It looked like it was made of liquid. I knew I loved the silk knickers I was wearing. How would this feel? Next to it was a matching silk negligee.

"I hope you like it. I got it for Susan last year. She never wore it."

Said Ken.

"Why wouldn't she wear it? It looks amazing."

Mike gazed around the small living room of Susan’s flat. It was in a run-down tower block. He was quite used to this. Women like Susan never had much money for “nice things”. That’s what made them such a pushover.

Mike would flatter them. A little sugar always got the flies. It worked with real women, but with women like Susan, it was always easier. They were just craving for a man to approve of them as a woman. He knew just the right things to say to push their buttons. Many of them were lonely. They lost most of their friends and family doing what they do.

The Little Truck
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Stories from the Real World.

Author's note: This is something that happened to me a long time ago, I still think about it everyone once in a while. It's weird but one specific moment sticks in my mind more than anything else, and it is not what you would expect. This isn't one of those s.e.x. stories that I am slightly good at, just a little remembrance, just a little dip back into the 80s when music was better and everyone was cooking for me. Hope YOU like it...

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The Vanilla Cake Club Part 4
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Authors Note: A little more background to the club, a little more about the wife. Wendy meets someone that changes the direction of the story. I hope YOU like it...

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In the eigthies, when I was a teen I started to go to my mum's friend, a professional hair dresser, to get my hair styled. Then she asked me to model for her master exam. This is what came of it...

This story has forced fem, sex and violence.

I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Barry. I had been listening to him all my life. That’s why I get expelled. That’s why after 10 years of trouble with the police my family booted me out. None of them wanted anything to do with me.

One night, a homeless man finds a lone glass slipper. An alternate outcome of the Cinderella story.

Three wishes from a Genie seemed like a dream come true. But a poor choice of words may leave a young man with more than what he bargained for.

LOCKDOWN LUCY: JOHN’S STORY

This story is a sequel to “Lockdown Lucy.” This time, we see events from John’s perspective.

Included are another set of all new photos of Lucy; some from familiar scenes. This time, they’re how John saw things.

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What if supernatural beings like Witches, Faeries, Demons, and their ilk are all real? Glen Evanston is about to be caught in their many traps in my new work in progress: Magic, Mystery, and Mayhem a Graphic Novel by Raine Monday

I wait nervously by my front door. I am trembling. This is my first date. Simon is picking me up at 7.30. It is 7.35 now. I have been ready for an hour. I check my reflection in the hall mirror for the 50th time.

My red tinted shoulder length wig looks perfect. It cost a fortune. Real human hair. I have been spending most of my wages on clothes and makeup since I decided to stop fighting against my desire to be a woman. I have struggled to be a real man all my life. At 5ft 6 inches it has been difficult to look the part.

What if supernatural beings like Witches, Faeries, Demons, and their ilk are all real? Glen Evanston is about to be caught in their many traps in my new work in progress: Magic, Mystery, and Mayhem a Graphic Novel by Raine Monday

I was ready, and had been for about ten minutes. I heard the door bell, followed by muffled voices. Looking out of my bedroom window over our driveway and towards the road, I couldn’t see James’s car. Perhaps it was someone else, just dropping by at this time by coincidence.

“Sam! James is here, when you’re ready,” my Mum called up the stairs, the cue to start the two minute countdown to my first date as a girl. My nervous excitement was actually causing my body to tremble, ever so slightly. “What am I doing? What’s happened to me?” I thought.