Voluntary Beauty: An Erotic Transgender Transformation Story
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An Erotic Transgender Transformation Story
Voluntary Beauty, the company's advertisements were everywhere. You could have the body you always wanted, or for those needing a bit of money you can get the body that everyone wants. With their revolutionary technology, they could give anyone a young and beautiful form that would be lusted after by anyone.
Renton was down on his luck and after getting kicked out of his apartment, he decided to try turn things around with a visit to Voluntary Beauty. They'd give him a contract for a year, and solve all his money problems. All he needed to do was become a beautiful woman. No one outside the company would know who he really was.
Any reservations he had fell away after a few sessions with the company's gorgeous interviewer, Marigold. She helped convince him to sign on, and soon he started a whole new life. As the now lovely Rosalie, he quickly found himself on his first assignment with a wealthy older man who was intent on showing her the full pleasure of being a woman.
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I've enjoyed writing stories from a very young age and as I grew older it only seemed natural to expand my writing into more adventurous realms. I grew up a child of the eighties and weaned on rerun tv and well stocked local library that stoked a love of adventure in me.
As a youth, I was drawn to mind control and transformation. The ability to be whatever you wanted to be or have complete control over your domain were both compelling. Of course, as I grew older, the relative innocence of these interests gave way to an ever growing kink that eventually exploded into my writings. To my surprise, I discovered that the opposite of complete control, the notion of being completely dominated, held an almost equal power over my fantasies. In both ways one can give into pleasure without reservation.
It is that energy that I try to weave into my work. A passion for pleasure, even when it may not have been requested, in the end it is begged for. For sometimes only in darkness can a single light shine brightest.
