Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2004 11:44:34 +0000

From: Chris Angel <moonknuckle@hotmail.com>

Subject: Shannon, Chapter One

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.

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Shannon

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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^�?"

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.

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"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.

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