This story (Shannon) contains transgenderism and depicts sexual encounters between men and transsexuals. If you have any ill will or resentment towards that, do not read the story. Furthermore, this story is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. Please make sure you are legal to read this. If you aren't, then you are not allowed to read the story.
Shannon
Chapter One: Sweet Stuff
Manchester, England.
In a lot of places, you meet a lot of people that can really surprise you with the things they do. They can be one thing one day, and be something else the next day. The city was like the ever-changing wind. It was always shifting, changing, and adapting to the climate of the world. And it just happened to be Manchester that housed a certain phenomenon that you just don't see every day.
That phenomenon was called `Shannon Hunter'.
Deep in the residential area of Greenhill, a suburb of Manchester, a young `woman' strode through a downpour of rain, her dark blue umbrella shielding her from the chipping wetness of the rain. As quickly as she could, Shannon crossed the quiet road over to her building, a brick-boring type of place you would expect a university student to attend. Shannon stepped over to the front door of her building, past the gates, then thrust her hand into her handbag to fish out her keys. After a struggle with lipstick, purses and a mobile phone, Shannon managed to drag out her set of keys. A set of keys that she dropped soon after.
"Damn." She mumbled.
The sweet platinum blonde bent over on sexy, feminine legs, and snatched her set of keys back into her hand from the door mat, and quickly slotted them into the door. As the door clicked open, Shannon stepped through the door and shut it behind her, finally escaping the rain. The healthy, bouncing teen shook her head feverishly to shake out droplets of rain, and did the same with her umbrella. Whoever said that English rain was myth obviously hadn't lived their very long. Still, Shannon had gotten used to it by now.
Shannon had moved to England with her mother when she was five. They were both born, in actuality, within France, but due to the job opportunities and the welfare system, her mother had felt it best to migrate. Of course, it wasn't much of a move, France was more or less next door, she could re-visit there anytime, but chances are, things wouldn't be the same. Not only had Shannon developed a thick English accent over her previous French one, Shannon had been male back then.
It seemed so simplistic to say that; `she had once been male'. But the truth of the matter was that it was not a simple thing. Quite the opposite in fact. A decision like that was not taken lightly, and Shannon was well aware of the consequences. But consequences or not, Shannon loved the freedom she felt with being a woman. To express her true self and embrace a happiness that was denied to her everyday, that was the greatest reward someone could hope for.
The young star shook her umbrella dry for a few minutes, then undid her jacket, fastening it on the hook by her door. After she finished with that, she walked over into her adjacent kitchen and started to rustle up something hot to drink. While she did so, Shannon began to muse over her past. She remembered the days when she was not known as Shannon Hunter, rather she was a young boy called Nathan Hunter.
Shannon (or Nathan) had had an easy life up until his moving to England. At first glance, he appeared to be no different than any other boy his age. Playful, crazy about toys, fearful of girls, and ignorant of the world around him. That was a standard life for a six-year-old boy. Then, when his mother relocated to London, things began to change. Nathan found himself in an environment that was similar, but different at the same time, like an upside down world. The kids were rude and mean to anyone but their friends, the food was so plain and boring, the weather was so unsettled. It all got to Nathan, but he eventually got used to it and managed to get on with life. Then when he hit is twelfth year, his little bout of peace ended. Suddenly, all his peers had lost their fear of girls, and started their childish conversations of `who's getting some pussy tonight, eh?'. Whereas, Nathan, still wasn't very enthusiastic about women. In truth, his eyes glanced towards the fellow schoolboys that he worked alongside. Nathan was particularly attracted to one, an 11-year-old boy called Charles.
Charles was just like most London East-End boys his age, arrogant, loud and unashamedly homophobic, but there was something about him that Nathan just couldn't quite resist. His silky black, wavy hair, pale blue eyes, they all drew Nathan in, like a piece of metal, magnetized to another. It's easy to guess that things didn't go well, because they didn't. Charles and Nathan one day walked home together, right by an embankment. Charles declared that he was `a little pooped out' in his cockney voice, and the two of them laid down on the grassy clearing, one that was close to a railway line.
They talked, about computer games, music, what beer tasted like, and after a while Charles nodded off to sleep. Nathan thought nothing of it at first, but then he took a look at the sleeping boy. Nathan was drawn to him once more, he felt his heart pound again, but this time he acted on it. Nathan, ever so sweetly, placed a gentle kiss against, Charles' lips. Charles did not wake up, but deepened the kiss in his sleep, thinking it mush have been some beautiful girl. Their kiss lasted for a while, till Charles woke up.
It was then that he realized what he had done with Nathan, and his temperament clearly presented his disgust. Screaming, get the fuck off me' Charles stood upwards, punched Nathan, and ran away, leaving a teary-eyed Nathan behind. The next day, when the knowledge of this was passed around the school, he heard nothing but faggot' and `back-shotter' from all the people he thought were his friends. Suddenly he was the outcast again, and it felt much worse now. The taunting wasn't the real hurter, it was the fact that Charles hated him so much. Was it really that bad to love him? It didn't feel bad loving him. Well, whatever he wanted, Nathan spent the rest of his four years at secondary school in agony. There was only one thing that came close to cheering him up, that was when he would come home in the afternoon, sneak up into the attic, and try on some of his mother's old dresses.
Nathan felt... comfortable dressing as a girl. He really did. Nathan even imagined that one day, Charles would come and see him like that and fall in love with him. It never happened, but Nathan loved the idea. Eventually, this little habit became a strong trend, until Nathan convinced himself that he should have been born a girl. Later on in years, when Nathan reached 18, he began to realize that his figure was not very masculine. His arms were lacking in muscle, in fact they had no muscle. His legs were long and shapely, his behind was firm and so well rounded. Not only that, but his voice did not break during puberty, giving that sweet innocent sound to it. At first, Nathan didn't really notice it until he dressed up in his mother's clothes again and really looked at himself. His body was naturally feminine and petite. After working up the courage, Nathan put on some lipstick and took one of his mother's wigs. He brought himself to step out his front door and walked to the outside, just to pick up some milk for later on.
He was astounded by the horny stares and wolf-whistles he got as he stepped out onto the street. It was a rush, an insane moment of impulsive action, but for the first time in years, Nathan felt happy and comfortable with himself. Which was why, when he moved to Manchester to attend University, he decided to change his gender. Permanently. Instead of wearing a wig he grew his hair longer, let his nails grow longer, and started fiddling with make-up. On the 24th of August, of that year, Nathan Hunter became Shannon Hunter, one of the most gorgeous `women' in Manchester.
It was easy to say that Shannon was good looking, anybody could be considered good looking by a certain person's standards, but Shannon was different. She really was insanely superb. Creamy skin, faultless legs, dazzlingly bright blue eyes, long blonde hair. Though she was 19 years of age currently, she looked as though she were 16. The only thing that rose suspicion to Shannon's true gender was her flat chest. She was happy with her body the way it was, though.
And so, Shannon had decided to live her life as a woman. It wasn't easy living alone though, let alone as a woman, what's more, Shannon really didn't have any skills that would be suitable for a job right now. She was studying History to become a teacher, but that didn't help her now. The only thing that Shannon could do for money (that was legal) was to work in a summer' job, like at a supermarket or at a fast food place. Now Shannon wasn't fussy, but she wasn't happy with that kind of job. There was though, *one* other job' that she could do. And that was to sell herself.
It was more comforting to regard prostitution as `selling her body' but Shannon was not a fool. She realized how bad a move it was, and she didn't like it one bit. But she really didn't have many options. People paid really well for her services and it was something she was good at. Not only that, but she only gave out for oral. Anything more than that was out of the question. Shannon knew that once she found a job she felt comfortable in, she could drop that lifestyle for good, but for now, it was the easiest way to make money.
The transgender youth finally pulled out a coffee jar from within one of her numerous cupboards, then went to the fridge and pulled out a pint of milk. After putting the kettle on the stove, she used a teaspoon to exchange some coffee beans into a cup she had found. Four minutes later, the kettle was on the boil, so rather than let it linger, Shannon poured the hot water into the cup, shortly followed by the milk, to make a fresh cup of coffee. The blonde sighed as she placed the cup at her lips and drank it, the warm feeling to it was so soothing, especially after running around in the rain like that. Coming back from University was never easy for Shannon though. Being someone of her beauty and age, it was natural that she would attract a lot of attention. This was, by no means, lost on the male populous of the University of Manchester. It was one thing to be hit on, it was flattering, but when it made her late for her classes, it became an annoyance that Shannon could very well do without. That, unfortunately, was the case today, and one of her lecturers literally chew her out for lateness in front of the class. From the way he acted you would have believed that he was a secondary school teacher. There was no need to be so strict when you work at a university, right? Regardless, Shannon was forced to speak with him after the session, and she was given the usual rabble. Don't be late, don't interrupt someone's learning process by being late, etc. By now, Shannon had kinda phased this talk out of her mind, letting it roll off her back. So much the better, because she could do without the stress.
It was for this reason that she was late getting to her bus stop. And expectedly, because she was late to her bus stop, she missed the latest bus that could take her straight home. So Shannon had to walk the distance, a forty minute walk, that took its toll on her feet and her nerves. The rain started during the walk, but it was still something that made the day even worse for her.
"Oh well." Shannon said. "I can't feel bad all day."
And she couldn't, really. She was on the game, and tonight was a regular night. Today was Friday, a good day for business, most likely because it was the start of the weekend. At present it was around 5.53, and Shannon had to get to her corner' at midnight, which left a lot of time for her to figure out what she should wear tonight. There were regulars, people who paid for Shannon again and again, and they liked to see Shannon in different outfits that suited their tastes. Some of these men even paid extra for her to wear something new for the next time she was available. She still didn't like what she was doing, but Shannon did have to admit that she liked using the extra money to buy new clothes. As soon as she downed the coffee, Shannon placed the cup in her sink and walked out of the kitchen, and over to her bedroom. She lived in a two-bedroom flat, it wasn't exactly cheap, but she could afford it with the money she was pulling in. Shannon strolled past her bed over to her wardrobe, and began searching for something to wear. Shannon had an extensive wardrobe; some of the clothes were for personal use, like her jeans shorts and dresses, others were for her clients', like her schoolgirl uniform and leotard. She wasn't going to wear anything special today, mainly because no one had requested anything special in recent weeks. All the better, because some of her wardrobe was less comfortable than the rest, namely the things other people wanted her to wear.
Shannon eyed over her things. "Lets see... what should I wear^Å?"
After about twenty minutes of indecision, Shannon picked out what she wanted to wear for tonight. It was a nice little combination, a small tight fitting white shirt, and a white mini-skirt with a blue racing stripe. It wasn't the most sexy form of dress, but in really showed off her body, and was certain to get a customer pay more for her. With that settled, Shannon made her way to her vanity mirror, and sat down before it. She was going to use her normal make-up, black eye-liner, light pink lip gloss, and a little hint of blush. Nothing fancy, just her usual orders. There was also a matter of what jewellery she was going to wear, too. Shannon decided to wear a pair of her hoop earrings and a silver choker necklace, and a silver ring that was currently on her middle finger. That was all she needed to get ready with for now, all she needed was a good bath, then a couple hours of sleep. And with that in mind, Shannon stood back up, strolled out of bedroom and across the hallway into her bathroom. Shannon locked the door behind her out of instinct, then turned to the bath and switched on the tap of hot water. Just before the room started to fill up with steam, Shannon gazed at the mirror over her bathroom sink. Though she was very beautiful, it didn't complete Shannon in the way she expected it to. Deep down, she felt that there was something missing in her life. And she didn't have to be a psychiatrist to figure it out. She just wanted someone to love. Though it sounds retarded and ridiculously obvious, living alone was really a lonely venture. At certain points, Shannon found herself missing being in London with her mom. But, it was something that Shannon could not help, love would find her when it wanted to, for now she just had to live her life as best she could.
The beauteous student stood up on her tiptoes to reach the bubble bath that was rested on the cabinet overhanging her laundry basket, un-did the cap, and poured a portion of it into the hot rising water of the bath. Within minutes a thick layer of bubbles, scented with roses, arose on the hot water. Now it was ready. Shannon elegantly stepped out of her current clothes, which fell into a small pile around her dainty ankles. She then slipped out of her pink fabric panties, making her little penis flip up and fall still. She dropped the panties to the ground, then lifted one long leg and dipped a toe in the water, just to check its heat. It was fine. Shannon sighed and climbed into the bathtub, feeling some relief as the warm water and smell eased her tired body.
Shannon shut her sweet blue eyes, and let herself relax. There may be a long night ahead of her.
"Hmm..."
Shannon's sky blue eyes scanned the scene. It seemed things would not be slow tonight. It was 12.33, Shannon had just arrived only three minutes ago and stood silently at her corner. Her current location was a place called Arc Road. It was actually a long high street, full of nightclubs, dancehalls, late night bars and hidden massage parlours. Faint clubbing music could be heard in the background of the streets, along with the laughter and chatter of the people who had come to Arc Road for a good time. Shannon was nestled in a large alleyway just beside one huge nightclub called Override. It was better to look for business here than anywhere else, mostly because that alleyway was linked hidden streets that were the perfect place to perform `transactions'.
So Shannon waited patiently, on occasion walking out onto the main road so people could get a good look at her entering the alleyway. Arc Road was a notoriously famous hangout for transsexuals, and for the men that wanted a piece of that action, so Shannon was in no way worried that there might be a misunderstanding.
After a very short wait of seven minutes, a tall man made eye contact with Shannon from the main road. He was, as it's been said, tall, with dark brown eyes and short brown hair. He looked about 32, just about reaching his thirties, and was dressed rather smartly for a man out on a night on the town. Nevertheless, Shannon gave him a knowing look and nodded over to one of the back streets. The man nodded back and followed Shannon as she walked away, deeper into the alley. Eventually they reached a place that was more than suitable, an offshoot corner, with a large dumpster at the back of it. It was not nice surroundings, it reeked of various smells, but there wasn't a more secluded place to do this sort of thing.
Shannon turned around and face the man behind her, staring into his dark brown eyes. He more than approved of Shannon's exquisite body, eyeing her over and beaming a greedy grin. To be honest, Shannon found it to be quite strange. This man was a little more comfortable with himself and what he wanted, whereas other men were always so embarrassed and bashful about sleeping with someone they knew to be a transsexual. Not this guy however, he was cool as a cucumber.
The man was the first to speak. "I'm willing to pay upfront, sweetheart. Just tell me how much you're going to set me back by."
"150 pounds for a blow." Shannon said confidently. "I'll go no further than that, but I'll do you as many times as you're willing to pay for."
"150 pounds, huh? You're pretty expensive..." The man gave Shannon an eye over as he handed her the money from his pocket. "But I can see why you cost so much... you're very convincing... almost too convincing."
Shannon grasped the roll of notes, five fifty pound notes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Are you taking me for a ride?" The man asked plainly. "I want to know for sure that you're what you say you are."
Shannon sighed. This was not the first time she had been asked to prove herself. With a reluctant breath, Shannon's swift, long fingers clutched at her mini-skirt. She yanked it upwards, and then pulled down the white lingerie she had been wearing. The man's eyes widened along with his smile, while Shannon stood there, presenting herself to this man. Shannon's little cock was rather small, a little less than one and a half inches in length, without erection. To be honest she was kind of embarrassed by it, but surprisingly, a lot of men liked it. Shannon had started charging 200 pounds for men who wanted to suck her, and they had often requested this. Shannon enjoyed it when men sucked at her; it felt so good to climax in someone's warm mouth.
However, it seemed that this man was not into that scene. "So... you really are a tranny. Your face and body don't look the least bit masculine."
Shannon pulled up her lingerie and pulled down her skirt. "Well... thank you. Now, can we just..."
The man smiled. "All work and no play, huh? Fine."
He stepped closer to Shannon, cradled her sweet pouting cheeks with his large hand. With his other hand he grabbed Shannon's wrist and pulled her hand toward his crotch. He smiled again as her smooth fingers fondled with the outline of a man's fully erected cock, confined to a set of grey trousers.
"Give me what I'm paying for."
Shannon nodded, her sweet locks of golden blonde hair bouncing a little. Before she knew it, Shannon was lowering herself onto her knees, trying hard not to scrape her legs against the cold stone floor. As soon as she got into a comfortable position, she refocused herself on the task at hand. Shannon stuffed the 150 pounds worth of notes under the band of her lingerie for the moment, and then let her soft hands travel up the legs of this man. For a few moments she did only that, rubbing her hands up and down his calves, knees and thighs, as a sort of teasing motion for what was about to happen. Those sleek hands than ran up to the zipper at the man's crotch, and Shannon slowly pulled the metal zip downwards, giving her a clear view of a throbbing hard on beneath a pair of grey boxer shorts.
Shannon looked up at the man with innocent eyes, while her hand moved inside the opening they had cleaved. The businessman groaned as Shannon's soft palms massaged his throbbing dick, that sweet touch was working up a storm. Shannon continued to rub her palm against the man's prick, in those soothing up and down motions that she had become accustomed to. The little breaths of satisfaction that Shannon heard proved that she was doing things right, as usual. She had only been on the game for a month or two, but she was learning fast about the way things worked and what buttons to press to elicit a reaction. Realizing that she needed more room to do this, Shannon removed her hands from the man's covered penis and up to the belt just below his waist. She managed to undo the buckle and pull open the belt, which in turn let the pair of trousers hit the floor in one clean motion. Now the table was set to work more of her magic. Shannon's hands snaked back to the boxer-confined member, and continued with her methodical rubbing, every now and again she would let her hand squeeze the man's balls ever so gently. While Shannon's left hand fondled the meaty package in front of her, the right hand then worked its way backwards and tugged down at the set of boxers that were in the way. She tried to remove them as sexily as she could, working both thumbs into the sides and pulling it down, and it all worked without at hitch. The man did not step out of his trousers or boxers; rather, he just let them linger around his ankles.
Now the man's un-cut cock protruded hard and strong, free from guilt as it was enveloped by the chilled night air. Shannon studied it over. It was your average kinda dick, nice, but nothing insanely spectacular. None the less, it was Shannon's charge and she had to see that it was well taken care of. With a sigh of momentum, Shannon shut her eyes, opened her mouth and slipped the pulsating cock between her lips.
The man's eyes widened and his light groans turned into hard growls, as his prick pierced the gap between Shannon's peachy lips, entering that warm, wet mouth of hers. In no time at all she began a soft suckling at the head of the man's cock, releasing her own moans of fulfilment to match the ones of the man. Truth be told, Shannon loved sucking cock. There was something about feasting on a man's fleshy, thumping cock that drove her wild, giving her that sense of enjoyment and thrill. But she would never admit it. Shannon clamped her lips down and darted her little pink tongue along the minuscule folds of his foreskin, savouring the blunt spice of pre-cum. The tongue flicked at it, and played with it, coating an already wet prick with even more layers of saliva. Shannon grasped at the base of the cock with her right hand, letting the other one hold onto the man's bare leg for balance. It was then that she began movement with her head, letting her mouth move over and back on the man's dick in a repeated motion. This in turn led to more of the prick slipping into her mouth, half of it was buried inside Shannon's oral cavity. More of Shannon's healthy blonde hair began to bounce again as her hot little mouth did its job, sucking down and flicking the foreskin continuously with her tongue.
The man's let out a hard groan, not caring that however secluded they were, they were still in a public place. His hands trembled and he awkwardly shut his eyes, as Shannon's oral treatment began to shine through. Shannon's blue eyes widened moments after, as the man's large hands clutched onto her head, intertwining with her golden tresses. He started to force Shannon's head down onto more of his now well-serviced man-meat, his wide open mouth bellowing out the clear enjoyment he felt in short, incessant gasps. In addition to that, the businessman started a thrusting motion with his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Shannon's mouth. The transgender blonde released a few muffled moans as the full length of the man's cock was pressed inside her mouth, her lips just lightly touching the muff of pubic hair the man possessed.
The thrusting suddenly became more urgent and much faster, as Shannon struggled to keep up with the rhythm her client had set for her. It was obvious that this man was going to climax soon. Seeing that this was going end in a short few seconds, Shannon decided to make this one count, and gobbled down hard and fast on the trembling cock in her mouth. Then, after giving one final cry and one fierce jerk of the hips, his cock spewed out warm jets of creamy cum, a lot more than either of them had expected to take. Like a true cocksucker, Shannon gulped down the masses of cum that the man had ejaculated into her mouth, like a kitten enjoying a nice saucer of milk. Shannon continued to swallow as much of the man's cum as she possibly could, a little trail of it slipping from between her lips and down along her cheek.
The man gave another contented sigh as he pulled his dick out of Shannon's mouth, a thick coating of saliva and cum covering it. He couldn't believe how great Shannon was. He had never had such a good time with just a quick bit of oral. Shannon herself started wiping her mouth free of the cum. Though she enjoyed doing it on some level, she never felt very proud of herself after servicing a man on a back street. But the brunette man was well unaware of this, heaving up his boxers and trousers. After redoing his belt, the man pulled Shannon up to her feet, and stared down at her with gleeful eyes.
The effects of the blowjob were still strong on him. "Oh man... sweetheart, you are too good for this place. Here's my card." He presented Shannon with the card, and the proceeded walk out of the back alleyway. Shannon just stood there and looked down at the card. Whoever this man was, he apparently had something in store for her.