Designated Smoocher

By Selbryth Lannigan

During his first year in college, a long-time cross-dresser finally decides to make his debut. But due to mistaken identity, he is dragged into a world previously unknown to him; a world of hot, horny lesbians, who even after discovering his gender, continue to lavish him with unbridled lust.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Oct 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005988616

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2020

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Designated Smoocher

A Bump in the Dark

Designated Smoocher

A big turning point for me was in second semester in college when I decided to take the plunge by dressing up and going somewhere other than my own dorm room. Being a guy, dressing up means something a little different than it would to other guys, but girls might catch on.

I'd always found dressing like a woman--dresses, heels and makeup--to be somehow relaxing and...comforting. It was like I could be someone else, take on a different personality, be what I wasn't.

It also seemed to relieve some of the stress and strain of always trying to be a manly-man, if that makes any sense. There are a lot of expectations being male--as there are being female--but standing in front of a full-length mirror, seeing this feminine version of me smiling back, simply removed those expectations, even if it was only for an hour or two.

And not knowing, or claiming to know what it was like to be a true woman--with no way to understand what burdens they have to carry--left me with basically a clean, blank slate to relax into; moment by moment I was creating myself anew, with no real references or templates to adhere to.

Besides, with my slender, rather androgynous physique, facial features and shoulder-length brunette hair--cut in a unisex style--I was quite convincing as a girl. I liked how I looked, and it helped a lot during some of those long, lonely nights of study when the tension would become overwhelming and I'd need physical relief just to take my mind off things: transforming into one's own hot little girlfriend--with some mirror-masturbation--really saved a lot of time and frustration.

But there I was this one fateful night, my face and body shaved smooth, makeup and false eyelashes on, wearing a tight, black, backless and shoulderless little number and low heels, examining myself in the mirror. I never bothered with falsies or a bra because though