Friday, July 28, 2017

Revenge - Chapter 12

By Karen Singer

Chapter 12

It was dark when Steve descended the many steps down toward the beach.  The dim lights all along the way just barely lit the steps enough to see properly.  Worse, in his present situation, they seemed to cast eerie forbidding shadows in his path.  Was it a sign from the witch?  He hoped not.  In fact, he figured the witch should be happy with what he was doing. 
He, however, was not happy.  He was once again going out somewhere dressed humiliatingly like a girl.  He had kept the red skirt outfit on that he had worn earlier and only changed out his shoes for the flip-flops that would work better on the beach.  He had also moved his wallet and room key to his new purse that he could hang around his neck to free up his hands.  The purse at least was working much better for him.
The music of a steel drum band beckoned him toward the bar at the back of the beach.  There was a huge bonfire in the distance, but he didn’t see very many people near it.  Most of the crowd was where the bar and the band was.  The whole area seemed to be packed, mostly with people around his own age.  And there were women there, lots of them.  Gorgeous women like his new friends.  Women that he wouldn’t have hesitated a minute to take back to his room later – if only…  If only….
He braved walking up to the end of the bar where he thought he’d be less noticed, he hoped.  He discovered his favorite bartender from the small bar in the hotel working the party that night.  He still had to wait a few minutes.  “Hey, hey,” the bartender said as he spotted Steve, “the lady-man has come down to join the party.  What would you like, you’re usual?”  Steve just nodded.  The strong rum drink would be good. 
A few minutes later, with drink in hand, Steve retreated back towards a small grove of palm trees to watch the crowd.  The steel drum band was amazing.  The crowd was thoroughly enjoying it.  He saw a lot of people dancing, bouncing up and down to the lilting music.  He felt a momentary bit of jealous anger.  They were all having fun, but he couldn’t.  Still, he was back in the shadows where he wasn’t being particularly noticed, and he was enjoying his drink and the music.  In that respect, it was better than just sitting in his room.
He spotted Ellie first.  She was hanging onto the arm of some guy as they walked toward the bar.  She looked happy…and sexy…and delicious.  As the guy she was with was ordering their drinks, she looked around.  Steve raised his glass toward her.  She looked surprised and happy to see him.  She waved briefly before going back to paying attention to the guy she was with.  Steve couldn’t blame her, he was sure the guy was what she had come down to the party to find.
He finally spotted Mandy, dancing with another guy over near the band.  She looked amazingly great too, what he could see of her through all the people.  He began to wonder what he was doing there.  Why had he bothered?  But at least the band was really good…and the drinks.  So he stayed where he was for a while. 
He was on his fourth drink by the time the party started to slow down.  The crowd was thinning out quickly.  He was tired from standing the whole time, but it really hadn’t been a bad evening.  He had watched Mandy and Ellie both having lots of fun with the guys they were with.  Mandy and her friend had disappeared a short while ago.  Steve had no doubt as to where they had gone. 
But Ellie was still there.  He watched her talking to the guy she was with.  Ellie didn’t look too happy about whatever they were talking about.  Then there was another woman who came over and joined the discussion.  Ellie looked shocked and angry.  What was the problem?  Ellie suddenly stomped off angrily toward the bar where she ordered another drink.  While she waited, she happened to turn and notice Steve, still standing where he had been all night.  She turned away again, ignoring him.  But when her drink finally arrived, she took a few sips and turned back to face him again.  She seemed to be thinking about something.  Finally, she walked toward him, sipping greedily on her drink all the way.
“You’re still here,” she said as she stopped in front of him.  Steve noticed that she seemed to be unusually close to him for the situation. 
“Yeah,” Steve answered.  “The band was really good.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“What happened to your guy?”
She didn’t answer.  Instead she just kept her eyes cast down at the ground for a few moments.  Suddenly she took a step forward and came up close to him, her breasts touching his.  She looked up into his eyes.  “Take me back to your room…please.”
Steve was dumbfounded. 
She looked back down at the ground again.  “You don’t have to do anything…if you don’t want to…or can’t.  But if you could just…hold me…and maybe pretend….”
Instead of answering, Steve tilted up her chin with one of his long red nails.  He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her all too waiting lips.  With his arm around her, he led her back up the steps, all the way into his room…and his bed.
They watched each other as they undressed.  She looked soft and sexy.  The kind of body that was made for him to touch and fondle.  Steve pulled off his skirt and top, and stood there in front of her wearing only his red bra and panties.  She came to him and held him.  She pulled his panties down and off his legs.  Steve was tremendously aroused inside.  It had been longer than usual for him and his need was strong.  But something deep inside of him felt confused.  There were parts of him where the feelings seemed muted.  And where he would usually be hard already, he wasn’t.  Maybe because of the way he was dressed. 
He tried to take off his bra so he could make love to her like the real man that he was.  But the minute he tried to remove it, he was hit with the insane itching up and down his back again.  The witch was at it again.  No matter how he tried, he couldn’t remove the damn bra with its bulging breast forms. 
Ellie giggled softly.  “Leave it.  It’s you.”  And she snuggled closer and began planting kisses down his chest toward his waiting groin.
Deep in a back corner of Steve’s mind, Karen was confused.  Susan had created her as a girl, and because of that, she really wanted a guy to love her, not another woman.  She had tried momentarily to send brief thoughts of naked guys to Steve, but she couldn’t really do it properly.  Steve was just too turned on by the woman that was now caressing Steve’s and her body.  And because they shared the body, Steve’s needs and emotions were also hers.  Susan had only partially prepared her for this.  She knew what to do if it had been a guy making love to them, Steve would have been totally humiliated by it.  But this was a woman, and Karen was having a hard time keeping Steve under her control. 
Steve ran his hand lightly down Ellie’s back, she stretched against it like a lithe cat and whimpered.  He turned her around and held her from behind and began massaging her breasts.  She leaned her head back into him and moaned again.  She felt so soft and wonderful.  Steve was breathless with need for her, but the one little part of him that he needed to respond was remaining reluctant to cooperate.  The witch was probably the cause of that.  No matter, the woman he held in his hands felt like the most wonderful thing in the world just then.  And he had enough skill to keep her enthralled for hours.
In the back of Steve’s mind, Karen whimpered.  She was fighting it as hard as she could, but it was getting more and more difficult.  Steve’s needs were her needs and they were getting all mixed up. 
Ellie rolled over on top of Steve and took the initiative.  Despite the silly bra and breast forms he was wearing, he had a great body.  And better, his touch was wonderful.  Far better than she ever would have guessed.  But he wasn’t quite responding to her the way he should.  She really wanted him in her, but the poor guy was still soft.  She could tell he wanted to.  Was it because of some hormone drugs he might be taking?  She began massaging his limp penis.
Steve’s mind began reeling at Ellie’s new touch.  It felt incredible.  Why couldn’t he get hard?  He wanted to get hard.  He desperately needed it.  The damn witch!
Karen was going crazy!  Steve was supposed to be under her control.  He wasn’t supposed to be doing anything like this, but the need that she and Steve shared was still building.  It was becoming too much. 
Steve began caressing Ellie’s breasts again, then he moved his other hand over her wet and waiting sex.  Ellie pushed herself at his hand over and over again.  He leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck.
Ellie was breathing hard now, she had already had one mini orgasm from Steve’s touch, but now she needed more.  She stretched up and kissed his lips hungrily, playfully licking his lips with her tongue as she did so.  She leaned down and desperately took his limp penis in her mouth and began moving her lips up and down, over and over again.
Karen went wild.  It was more than she could stand.  The need that she and Steve shared was more than she could control.  With a quiet whimper, she gave up and gave in to the incredibly powerful feelings that were coursing through their body.  Immediately, every feeling intensified a hundred fold.  Steve’s penis suddenly raged!
Steve felt the change as if a switch had been turned on.  Suddenly everything felt different.  The powerful need that he had felt was so much stronger, as if a dam holding everything back had not just broken, but shattered!  The parts of him that had been holding back were not holding back anymore.  He grabbed Ellie with renewed strength.  Turning her over, he pinned her to the bed.
Ellie went wild.  The fairy flake that had touched her so wonderfully was suddenly a raging bull.  A bull that she desperately needed.  With his first penetration, she went crazy.
Karen was lost.  Totally awash in intense feeling after intense feeling.  But she was a girl.  She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this the same way that Steve was.  But there was no fighting it.  The girl under them was what she, Karen, was supposed to be.  The things that Ellie was feeling were the things she was supposed to feel.  Finally…instead…Karen began to imagine that she was Ellie.  She tried hard to imagine everything that Ellie was feeling, everything Ellie wanted to feel.  It was all she had left to still call herself a girl.
Steve slowed his pace as Ellie finally came down from whatever unimaginable plateau she had reached.  She was still out of breath.  He rolled them both over so she could be on top now, and began touching her tenderly again, reawakening her the way he had started.  Strangely, deep down inside, it was as if he could feel what Ellie was feeling.  It only added new dimensions to the incredible feelings he already had.
Ellie opened her eyes to stare at Steve.  But suddenly he was rolling them over so that she was on top.  The change forced all her weight on her most vulnerable spot with Steve still inside her.  Before she could fully come down from her high, she was on her way back up again.  She fought it trying to slow her pace, prolong the ecstasy.  But when his hands began touching her tenderly again, finding each of those precious spots, she knew she was lost.
Karen was awash between the feelings she and Steve felt and the feelings she imagined that Ellie was feeling.  She was no longer even consciously aware of anything else that might be going on, or even of what she was doing.
For Steve, it was the most memorable lovemaking moment of his life.  It was as if he could feel, not only his own feelings, but also what the girl in his arms was feeling too.  A strange duality of love.  And as much as he recognized his own needs, he was equally aware of the girl’s needs too. 
Late…very late into the night…they rolled…and caressed…and kissed…and loved.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Cinder - Published!

Yes, here it is – finally!  Cinder.  My fifth book to be publish as an Amazon EBook.  And possibly my best.  Well, I guess that’s for the individual readers to decide.  But I certainly like it – enough that I find it one of the most engrossing books I’ve ever read.  For me, this one is truly hard to put down.  In fact, every time I read through it to find problems, I got rather irked each time I had to stop.   

So what’s it about?  Here’s my book description:

For as long as he could remember, his father had always threatened him with the phrase, “I’ll burn you to a cinder, and then step on you and crush you out!”  And then one day when he was fourteen, his father tried to do just that.  He ran from the house in absolute agony, and he never went back.  Living on the streets of New York City, he learned to survive on his own.  Until two years later, six people were murdered right in front of him, two of them hookers that were his best friends.  And his life changed forever.

This book is full of action, suspense, and mystery – all wrapped around the smartest…and dumbest kid you’ve ever met.  This is a story about a kid who loves New York and loves his freedom to literally walk the entire island of Manhattan at will.  But he is a kid plagued with problems.  Problems that only grow worse as the story progresses.  Problems from too many people who suddenly want him dead.  And all that is on top of another little problem.  He was born with a birth defect.  He was a girl…with the wrong body.

I consider the main character in this book to be the second most interesting character I’ve ever created.  The first most interesting one was in a book I published as my real self – one that I have started the process to take back from the publisher that is now out of business and I will be republishing it as an Amazon Kindle EBook as well – hopefully soon.  And I will publish it at a price that I think is fair!

Sorry, back to Cinder.  Like all my books, this one is very different from everything I’ve ever written so far.  In fact, the only thing all my Karen Singer books have in common, is that of transgender.  But with this book, I’m hoping that the story is good enough that even people who don’t care about the transgender issues will also find it a great book.  I can only hope anyway. 

So I would like to highly recommend this book for you to read – and get lost in.  But then I’m the author, and I recommend all my books for your reading pleasure.  So please check it out and hopefully buy a copy.  For me…please!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Revenge - Chapter 11

By Karen Singer

Chapter 11

Steve woke up the next morning to find a message on his computer.  Before he really read it, he looked at it carefully.  The message was simple text typed in his Notepad program.  There was no clue as to who had written it or how it had gotten there.  But once he read it, Steve knew that somehow the witch had put the message magically straight onto his computer.  He read the note carefully.

As you know by now, you cannot even touch a piece of male clothing until I allow it again.  You also know that you can’t fight me – I’m far too strong. 

If you do everything I want, then I MIGHT let you wear pants on your flight home again next Saturday.  If not, then I have lots of ways to make what you’re experiencing now even worse.  Far worse!  The more you defy me and try to fight me, the worse things are going to be for you.  But if you cooperate completely, then you’ll be able to wear pants to travel home again.  The choice is yours!

So here’s what I want you to do.  For the rest of the week, I want you to go out of your way to humiliate yourself.  You must dress as a girl all the time – dresses and skirts only – no pants of any kind are allowed!  You will act as absolutely feminine as possible all the time.  You cannot hide in your room, you must go out and show yourself to people. 

Every single day, you must go shopping and buy yourself feminine things – lots of feminine things! 

Every single day, you must also to spend time on the beach in your bikini too. 

It’s as easy as that.  That’s all I want.  Do as you’re told, and you’ll be able to buy pants again for Saturday.  But the more you defy me, the worse your situation will get. 


Steve couldn’t believe it!  He shuddered as he read through it a second time.  The note even sounded like it was written by a witch.  What more proof did he need?
As he read it a third time, there were some thoughts that seemed to burn themselves into his mind.  He must humiliate himself constantly.  He must show himself to people…all day, every day.  He must shop and buy lots of feminine things.  And he must expose himself on the beach in his bikini.  In other words, every day for the rest of the week should be pretty much like the day he had yesterday – without a doubt, the worst day of his life!
He saved the note to his computer so he could study it later.  It was proof that the witch was after him.  Then he sat on the bed and tried to figure out what to do.  There was no fighting the witch.  He knew that now.  He was nothing more than a puppet that had to do her bidding.  So for now, he had no choice, he would have to play her game – but all the while, he would cautiously search for a way out.
The witch hadn’t said anything about when he had to do everything, so he opted to go to the beach first that day.  As he laid out soaking up the sun, he put his straw bag under his head to use as a pillow.  The result was that it was now easier for him to watch everybody else around him having fun.  There were two really beautiful girls that morning that particularly caught his eye.  He watched them playing in the water.  He watched them tanning on the beach.  He watched them pointing at him and laughing.  Under different circumstances he would have made some moves on one of them – or maybe even both of them.  But he couldn’t do that now. 
Before he left the beach, he decided to brave going into the water, just to see what it felt like.  He had never been in an ocean that looked like this before.  Ignoring everybody around him, he bravely walked down to the edge and let the tiny waves roll over his feet.  He was surprised at how warm the water was.  Almost like a bath.  He walked in a little farther.  The water was crystal clear.  He saw movement in the water and was momentarily startled.  He looked again.  There was a school of fish swimming all around him.  Amazing!  He stared around himself through the water more carefully.  There were more fish.  Beautiful fish.  It was incredible!
But then he felt the presence of someone else coming into the water.  He looked up to see one of the two girls he had been watching earlier wading directly toward him.  “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” she noted as she waded up to him.
Steve was confounded that anyone, especially a pretty girl, would even want to talk to him in his present condition.  He desperately wanted to cover himself up, he wanted to hide somewhere, but there was nowhere to go.  “It’s incredible,” he admitted, feeling more self-conscious than ever with her next to him.  “I’ve never seen anything like it.”  He went back to staring at the fish in the water so he wouldn’t have to look her in the eyes.
“Can I ask you a question?” the girl asked.
Steve still wondered why she should want to talk to him.   “I guess so,” he replied, still looking at the fish.
“Why do you do it?”
“Why do you dress like a girl all the time?  I’ve seen you here on the beach before and I’ve seen you shopping in town too.”
“I don’t want to do it,” he explained.
“I have to do it.  I’m being forced to do it.”
The girl looked surprised.  “You mean someone’s making you do it?” She looked around at the people on the beach.  “Is it someone here?”
Before Steve could reply, the second girl entered the water and joined them.  Again, Steve felt embarrassed to be standing next to them, dressed the way he was.
“He says that someone’s making him do it,” the first girl explained to the second one.
The second girl looked around at the beach too.  “Who?”
Steve sighed.  They’d never understand.  “She’s not here,” he explained.  “She’s far away.”
Both girls looked at him like he was crazy.  “Then why do you still do it?” the second girl asked.
“If she’s not here, then how would she know?” the first girl added.
Steve just blurted it out with more than a hint of anger.  “Because she’s a witch!  A damn magical, for real – witch!  Somehow she can see everything I do and she knows everything I’m trying to do!  She’s got some kind of magic and it’s damn powerful.  And if I don’t do what she wants then she forces me to do it anyway!”
It was a few seconds before either of the girls answered.  “You’re nuts, you know that?” the first girl said.
“Yeah, so what,” Steve replied as he went back to searching the water for more fish.  He knew they wouldn’t believe him.  Why couldn’t they just go away?
“I think it’s just because you want to do it and you don’t want to admit it,” the second girl said.
“Think what you want,” Steve replied sullenly.
Nobody said anything for a while.  Steve just wished they’d go away and leave him to his miseries.
“So,” the first girl finally said, “are you going shopping later?”
“I have to,” Steve replied without looking up.
“Well then, maybe we’ll see you later,” the girl answered.
Steve watched the two pretty girls playfully leaving the water.  They looked so happy.  If only…  If only….

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The wait for the next shuttle bus was unnervingly long.  It was especially bad for Steve since he was standing out in front of the hotel wearing his new short red skirt outfit.  The shoes at least were comfortable, but he felt like the bright red color called even more attention to him.  Why had he decided to wear it?  He hadn’t felt any compulsion to wear it.  It was new, and it had just seemed like the right thing to do.  Now he was sorry.
The hotel door opened and he saw the two girls he had met at the beach come out.  Girl number one saw him and came rushing toward him.  “Ooooo, look at you!” she said as she sashayed up right next to him.  Then she bumped her hip playfully against his and said, “Girlfriend!  Don’t you look cute!  Geez, I love that outfit.  I mean really!”
Steve wasn’t sure how to answer.  “Thanks,” he finally said. 
“By the way, I’m Ellie, and that’s Mandy.”
“Hey,” Steve replied, but said nothing else.
Ellie looked at him, obviously waiting for something.  Finally she asked, “And you are?”
“Steve,” he replied quietly.  Were they trying to be friends with him?  Or did they just want to make fun of him?
“Steeeve?” Mandy said, drawing his name out and wrinkling her nose.  “Oh come on, that doesn’t sound like a very good name for a girl like you.”
Steve blushed.  Deep inside, he desperately wanted to shout to the witch, “Is this humiliating enough?” 
“Don’t you have another name?” Ellie asked.  “Perhaps something…a bit more feminine?”
Did they have to tease him so much?  “No,” he replied, “just Steve.”
Unfortunately, both girls seemed to be having too much fun.  “Well, I don’t think that Steeeve sounds right for our new girlfriend here,” Mandy said.  “What do you think Ellie?”
“How about Diane instead,” Ellie offered.  “Or Sarah!”
“Naw,” Mandy replied.  “She doesn’t look like a Sarah.  I think…let me see….”
Steve just wanted them to go away.  He didn’t like their teasing.  He didn’t want to say anything.  He didn’t plan on saying anything.  But the word somehow just came out of his mouth.  “Karen.”
“Karen?” Mandy repeated, surprised at his answer.
Steve looked at both of them, totally surprised that he had said it.  Where had the name come from?  He didn’t even know anybody named Karen.  Well, there had been his girlfriend back in high school, but he hadn’t seen her in years now.
But Ellie jumped on it.  “Karen it is then!”
“Good enough for me,” Mandy agreed.
“God,” Steve thought, “can things get any worse?”
“So Kaaaren,” Ellie said, drawing the new name out, “going shopping?”
“Yeah,” Steve replied, not at all happy about the situation.
“Good.  Then we can all have a good time together.” 
Together?  Steve’s eyes bulged.  They were going to stay with him while he had to go shopping?  Two beautiful girls who obviously only wanted to make his life more miserable…and him!  “Uh…” he searched for a way to politely decline their offer, but the bus drove up just then and both girls turned away toward it. 
“I think he needs a hat,” he heard Mandy say.
“Or a scarf,” Ellie added.
“How about a knife to slit my own throat?” Steve thought silently.
After the bus dropped them off at the shopping district, Mandy decided that they needed some lunch first.  Steve briefly considered begging off to go his own way, but finally decided that, what the heck, maybe there was some way that the two girls could actually help him.
There was no such thing as a quiet place to eat at that time of day, but the girls weren’t looking for anyplace quiet anyway.  They finally found a table in one of the many restaurants and ordered.  All during lunch, the two girls talked constantly and animatedly, while Steve remained mostly silent.  “You’re not saying much,” Mandy mentioned at one point.  “Don’t you have any boyfriends at home?  Hmmm?  Okay, or a girlfriend maybe?”
Boyfriends?  Steve was quick to answer that one.  “I don’t go out with boys.  And as to girlfriends, I guess not right now.  I do have a witch on my case though that I’d like to get rid of.”
Both girls laughed.  “Sure you do,” Ellie replied, obviously not believing anything Steve said.
“Are you going to the beach party tonight?” Mandy asked.
“Beach party?  What beach party?”
“The one they hold three times a week at the club.” Mandy replied.
“Uh, probably not,” Steve answered.  “I’m probably going to have dinner in the bar and then spend the rest of the evening in my room.”
“Why?” Ellie exclaimed, a bit too loudly for Steve.  “You’re here in St. Thomas.  You’ve got to enjoy it!”
Steve’s answer was a bit sullen however.  “I don’t think I’m really here to enjoy myself.”
Ellie looked at him, not believing what he was saying.  “Yeah right!  Look, you go to the party tonight!  You hear?”
“Maybe,” Steve finally replied.
Steve followed the girls all through the shopping district.  Some of the stores they all went into were ones he had been in the day before, but many of them he hadn’t even thought to walk through.  As much as the two girls shopped for themselves, they also seemed to be keeping Steve in the mix too.  He found himself trying on jewelry, clothes, hats, shoes – anything they came across that struck the fancy of the two girls.  By the time Steve got back on the bus to return to the hotel, he was loaded down with bags that included two more outfits, some overly racy underwear, and a new purse.  He was wearing a new bracelet with a matching necklace made out of tiny seashells and a wide brimmed straw hat.  At the rate he was going, he figured that before the end of the week there’d be nothing left in the stores for him to buy.
Back at the hotel, the girls finally left him with further encouragement to go to the beach party that night.  He went back up to his room and just relaxed on the bed.  Surprisingly, he already missed his new friends.  Despite their constant teasing, they had been good company and somebody to talk to.  Maybe he should think about going down to the party later.  He could at least see them again.  What could it hurt?
As he laid there, he realized something else, there wasn’t a single time all afternoon that the witch had bothered him.  Not one moment while he was out that he had felt compelled to go anywhere or do anything.  He had done it all because he thought he had to.  Was she still watching?  He couldn’t be sure.  After yesterday, he was almost afraid to find out.  Was there a way to test it without making things worse for him?  He decided that it was something that he had better think about a lot before he tried anything. 
Then he thought about something else, maybe there was a way the girls could help him.  Yeah, he decided, maybe that was his way out.  There were several ideas already forming in his mind.  And one other certainty, he was definitely going down to the party later.