Ronnie: Womanless Beauty Pageant

Ronald/Ronnie had come to terms with her femininity and had left home to attend college. Wanting to have her own titties she began taking low dose female hormones. By the end of her first semester she had respectable breast buds and womanly nipples. Like most college students Ronnie was in need of money. She and her titties enter a Womanless Beauty Pagaent with a $1000 first place prize! In the process Ronnie finds an Angel. (Part 2 of 3 parts)

Synopsis: Ronald is a bachelor in his early twenties, has an apartment and a part time job that fits his college schedule. Ever since “dress up play dates” at an early age and “punishments” by his mother as an older child Ron never had a problem in wearing makeup or women’s clothes. He evolved. Discovering his femininity - Questioning his femininity - Repression of his femininity – Acknowledging his femininity – Accepting his femininity – Living his femininity required an Angel -

May - New York - Angel and Mark

When Angel landed at JFK, she expected the usual circus—paparazzi, a blacked-out car, maybe even a snide remark from Mark’s driver. Instead, there was just Victoria, waiting with a sign that said “Welcome Home, Angel.”

Victoria hugged her. Not the cold, European double-tap she’d grown used to, but a full-body squeeze that threatened to crack a rib.

“He’s at the penthouse,” Victoria said, and gave her a look. “Don’t be nice. He’s impossible lately.”

Santa's Little Helper

Out of work actor Nicholas Cooper takes a job working as an assistant to a department store Santa. The only catch is that he must present femme for the role. No stranger to performing in drag, 'Nikki' arrives at Santa's Workshop to find that the store Santa is a lecherous misogynist and a lush. Desperate to keep her job Nikki has to decide if she is willing to put up with Santa's foibles and inappropriate advances. A naughty Christmas romp (in every denotation of the word) with a happy ending (in every denotation of the word).

Mark and Tyler's birthdays are a day apart, so they've always spent them together. Mark has a crush on Liz, so Tyler suggests a way for him to get a date with her while the two of them spend their days together just like they always have...

“Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, Adam”

They were standing next to their car. Adam had rushed around to the driver side so he could hold the door for her. They exchanged a chaste kiss as she stepped out from behind the wheel. Reluctantly, she let go of his hand. “I can’t be late.”

“I’ll be in my usual spot.”

“Love you.”

“Love you. Always in all ways.”

Roana smiled every time he said that. She walked from the car into the restricted area of the stadium.

 
Finding Eve
Book One of The Other Side of Eden
 
 
Dear Readers,

I start this story with a lie. I hope you take no offence.

This is not a prologue. These are two epilogues to a story you have yet to read. A tale of love, as I have for you. A tale of choice, as you will have at the end of each release. And a tale of surrender, as I will, to your decisions.

At the start or end of each release, you will find two choices.

April - New York - Steele Industries

Three days later, Angel put on a blazer and heels and took the elevator to the executive floor. Victoria had left a terse “see you at 9am” in her inbox, but when she stepped into the glass-and-steel lobby, it was Lena who greeted her and brought her to a guest area.

Lena smile was tight and cautious. “Ms. Valentine, you look stunning today,” she said, her gaze flitting nervously over Angel’s inked skin peeking from beneath her blazer and the daring cut of her skirt.

February - New York - Angel as Mark

Dinner was already plated when Lena Park arrived. Mark (formerly Angel) wore a black-on-black best, no tie, sleeves rolled, the perfect blend of intimidating and disarming. She wore a silver slip dress, daring by her standards, paired with a blazer that she refused to remove even after two glasses of wine. Mark clocked the nervous micro-glances at his forearms, the way she tucked a stray hair behind her ear when she meant business, the tic of her heel under the table.

January - London - Mark (as Angel)

The weeks blurred into each other like smudged lipstick.

Every morning, Mark got up, put on his gym kit, and ran laps around the canals, lungs burning, legs raw. If you looked past the stares from construction workers and the old women walking their dogs, it almost felt normal. Sweat, pain, the grind. He clung to it—routine was the only thing left that felt like his.

When billionaire financier Mark Steele opens an anonymous Christmas delivery—a rare First Folio containing a strange, shimmering parchment—his meticulously controlled life begins to unravel. Across the city, Angelique “Angel” Valentine, a sharp-tongued dancer with debts, secrets, and a crippled friend to protect, is blackmailed into entertaining a mysterious guest at a corporate Christmas party. Their worlds collide in a night of lust and deception—and by morning, Mark wakes up in Angel’s body, and Angel in his.

Trapped in a life of cheap wine, bruised knees, and rent arrears, Mark must learn to survive as the woman he once dismissed. Across town, Angel revels in her new power—money, muscle, and a Manhattan skyline at her feet. But as each struggles to master the other’s world, the lines between identity, class, and desire blur. Beneath the sex and glamour lies a simple question: when you strip away money, body, and name—what’s left of the self?

Myranda Whitmore: a woman in her mid-thirties, forged of unyielding authority and raw strength. She's the ultimate manipulator—the type no one dares refuse. No one, except her son, Eric Whitmore. At 13, he mirrors her commanding gaze and unblinking resolve, yet tempers it with a sympathy and kindness forever beyond her grasp.

“Sissy Nickie: Begging to Be Pegged”

Synopsis: This is a lovely "cumming of age" story as young Nickie evolves from being a child to adulthood. Nickie and his family struggle with thoughts that he may be a Sissy; perhaps he isn’t.

The story unfolds

We ended up planning a combined graduation and wedding. I managed to find a wedding dress for three hundred dollars and spent another eighty getting it tailored down to fit me. One thing I didn’t tailor was the bust. It was designed for C or D cup boobs, and it was cheaper to buy C-cup breast forms to fill them than fix that part of the dress. And why not? It would help me look more womanly, and it was something I should have done years ago.

Girl Forgotten - Chapter Two – The Safehouse

Transgender FBI agent Julie Sanderson and deadbeat cop Bobby Keen take Caprice Capshaw, a Trans street hooker who had witnessed a murder for hire, to a safehouse. They plan to enlist Caprice as a confidential informant but Caprice has street-smarts and knows that what they are proposing is dangerous and she wants something worthwhile in return.

Girl Forgotten - Chapter One – Badass Bitch

Street hustler Caprice Capshaw is drawn into a world of intrigue, criminality and murder. After witnessing a murder for hire she is approached by FBI agent Julie Sanderson and deadbeat cop Bobby Keen who make her an offer she can't refuse.

Posting this a few days later than intended - what with getting Community Witch ready for publication, it's been a hell of a month!

My plan is to post the last 3 chapters every other Tuesday after this, and then I'll be posting chapters of a new project. :)

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The week that followed was one of the toughest he'd faced in many years.

© Maeryn Lamonte 2025

No dreams, just the sleep of the emotionally drained. It lasted all the way through to six o’clock.

“Three little maids from school are we,” blared from my phone’s small but powerful speaker, “Pert as a school-girl well can be, Filled to the brim with girlish gleeeeee. Three little maids.... from school!”

“Oh God!” I groaned.

“One little maid is a bride, Yum-Yum,” sang Alice.

Chapter 17 - The Tale of Crispin, Chancellor of Ajanabha.

[Scribe's Note: A description of Zhou Yu’s household taken from “Letters to the Emperor,” a collection of love letters and erotic tales written to the Zeeshan Emperor by his concubine and published to mark the fiftieth anniversary of his reign.]

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I was raised as a boy. The first time I figured out something was wrong with that was when I was 5.

© Maeryn Lamonte 2025