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    Dressing for the Prom
    Dressing for the Prom
    Dressing for the Prom
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    Dressing for the Prom

    By Selbryth Lannigan

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    A marginalized high school senior finds his world changed forever when he's asked to attend the prom - by another guy. Transforming himself in just two days, he finds the change goes far deeper than just his appearance.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSelbryth Lannigan
    Release dateMay 12, 2018
    ISBN9780463958483
    Dressing for the Prom
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    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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      Dressing for the Prom - Selbryth Lannigan

      Notice of Copyright

      Copyright 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      Printed in the United States of America

      First Printing, 2018

      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.

      Dressing for the Prom

      Dressing for the Prom

      I'd just turned 18 but I was in a remedial reading class, trying to make up for lack of paying attention. The Senior Prom was in two days and our little group was gathered, trying to study, but thinking about what the future held beyond graduation, what kinds of jobs, or what pre-college things we each were readying ourselves for.

      Me? I had no plans for the future, really. I was still stuck on the fact that all through school I hadn't so much as had a date. I wasn't comfortable talking with girls, obviously couldn't ask them out, and I was just sitting there with my reading partner, feel pretty depressed that I'd soon be out in the real world, never having even kissed a girl.

      The guy I was partnered with was in ROTC, had a crewcut and was in uniform. He was a nice guy, intense, almost angry looking all the time, but there we were, sharing a page and doing some comprehending.

      Everybody else had broken off into pairs, and were in the other corners of the room or by the windows, heads together, studying their sheets.

      Then my partner leaned forward, cocking his head to look at the page I was holding for both of us, and we started going over the sample paragraph. Luckily it was multiple choice. I was going over the text for the second time and then, suddenly, there was a hand on my knee.

      I glanced over and the guy had this really nervous, desperate sort of expression on his face; like he was doing something he must've been thinking of doing for a long time and...had finally gotten the nerve to do it.

      As for me, it was the first time anyone other than family members had ever touched me; touched like it meant something.

      He was still waiting for me to react, but I couldn't. I was frozen in my chair, shocked, surprised - because he was this stern, tough-looking military sort of guy - but there was something vulnerable in his eyes.

      Then I forced myself to lean in closer to him; it looked like he wanted to say something. I made it look like we were still pouring over the wording of the paragraphs, pointing at the page and nodding.

      '...you going to the Prom?' he asked, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was looking.

      'No. I wish I was though.' I whispered back, flipping a page back and forth like we were comparing something from the previous page.

      'You...wanna go...with me?'

      'I'm not a chick though.' I hissed under my breath.

      'Doesn't matter,' he said. '...maybe we could just...hang out afterwards, like everybody else does.'

      I realized he must've been as lonely as I was. But then his hand crept up my thigh and gently brushed my crotch.

      When he finally removed his hand I looked at him again, and he, this uniformed, solemn looking soldier guy looked about as scared as anyone I'd ever seen.

      'I'm still not a girl.' I whispered. I was trying to shake the creeped-out feeling of having a guy touch me through the crotch of my jeans, but...that feeling was being replaced by something else; something totally unexpected. This guy was asking me for a date.

      Me.

      '...no, but you're...pretty like one...' he whispered and then we both sat back in our chairs, letting anyone who happened to be looking think we'd just solved the world hunger problem or something.

      Pretty?

      I'd never been sure of my looks. I had long hair, high cheekbones. I was half Asian, half Romanian, living in the so-called

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