Hollie by Stephanie Silver (sjtw69@yahoo.com)
Chapter Zero -- This Really is a TG Story
I promise this is a TG story. Guys wearing dresses and pretending they're women and having sex with men and all that wonderful stuff that we all love and look forward to.
Well, one guy.
I mean one guy in this story is going to end up doing all those things. Hopefully more than one guy -- I know, we prefer to be called gurls -- so hopefully more than one gurl will read this. And maybe a few guys. It's okay guys. You know how I feel about you. I adore guys who like gurls. I really do.
I normally wouldn't feel the need to explain that a story is a TG story. Or not a TG story, if I ever wrote such a thing. And I have, you know. Just for the record, I have. I think. Somewhere. I'm sure somewhere I have a story that's not a TG story. It's just... I don't remember where I put it. Or why I would have written such a thing.
In any case, this isn't it. This is a TG story. The reason I have to stress that is because it takes me a few chapters to get around to the TG stuff. Okay? I just don't want anyone to start reading thinking it's going to be heterosexual all the way to the end. It'll start off looking that way, but I promise it won't end that way.
On the other hand, I don't want anyone to start reading wanting a good TG story and then be disappointed because three chapters later there's still no TG stuff. It's coming. I promise.
And I really do think it's a good TG story. Why else would I let you read it?
Thank you very much for your patience. And please feel free to write and tell me what you think.
As long as it's nice. I really don't care much for letters telling me I'm going to burn in hell. Other than they're kind of fun to laugh about once I get past the hurt feelings they cause me at first. If you do feel the need to make me aware of my eternal damnation, please at least try to do it in an entertaining fashion. Okay?
Uh, let's see. Don't read this if you're not old enough. Don't read this if it's against the law. Don't read this if you're easily offended. Blah, blah, blah... Don't read this if you're dyslexic. Don't read this if you don't understand English. Don't read this without a doctor's supervision. Don't read this if you're pregnant or thinking of becoming so. (Just kidding. I'm sure reading it won't lead to birth defects. But, if you're pregnant and reading a TG story... write me a letter, `cause you're someone I definitely want to talk to.) Don't read this if the palm of your hand is starting to grow hair. Don't read this if doing so is going to fuck up your life in some way. Does that pretty much cover it?
This story is dedicated to Marie. I wish we'd gone on just one more date.