Trapped TV

By Mike O'Connor

When a middle-aged transvestite is caught trying to steal a pair of panties from a store that specializes in transforming guys into girls, he finds himself at the mercy of a pair of aggressive black she-males. Forced to dress up in public and perform as a mannequin, he finds some hot surprises awaiting him when the customers of Miss Yourself turn up to dress up and play. But the best is saved for when the muscular black babes put up the CLOSED sign and have their wicked way with their helpless captive. These "girls" are big and they show no mercy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike O'Connor
• Release date: Aug 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311305589

Mike O'Connor

Mike O’Connor is a powerful and engaging storyteller who performs at many events across the country. An important researcher into Cornish music and folklore, he has been awarded the OBE and made a bard of the Gorsedh of Kernow.

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TRAPPED TV

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It was a dreary Wednesday afternoon and I was the only customer in the Miss Yourself store. The lingerie clad mannequins in the window had grabbed my attention. I could never walk past a display of sexy lingerie. I spent a few minutes savouring the delicate creations of silk and lace and imagining how they might feel to caress and to wear. I might have continued on my way, had I not looked up and saw the name over the door, painted in exquisite, bright pink lettering. The name struck me as unusual. I decided it couldn't hurt to take a look around.

As I entered the store, I reached into my right hip pocket and withdrew a piece of paper. There was nothing written on it, but I unfolded it, frowned as I pretended to scrutinize it, then took a deep breath and looked around. This was my standard procedure when shopping for female clothing. If I looked like I was reading from a list, store assistants and fellow customers would assume I was shopping on behalf of a wife or female partner. Had I been a store assistant, I would have taken one look at the uncomfortable looking middle-aged man, in jeans and scuffed black leather jacket, and smiled sympathetically. He looked like he wanted to be in a bar, guzzling from a beer bottle and watching sports on TV or working on some muscle car he was rebuilding in his garage, while listening to full-volume Led Zeppelin. He's certainly not a transvestite. No way could I imagine that stocky guy putting on a pair of panties!

I usually did my shopping