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^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.

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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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