A note from the Author:
This is a reboot of a story I began some years back under the name JasperMan. After years away from the computer I lost my password and the e-mail associated with it leaving me with the job of starting up a new moniker and e-mail address. I toyed with the idea of continuing the story as quite a few feedback's had been positive and in desire for more of the story but really my heart just wasn't in it. Hopefully this reboot will not only satisfy the readers but also be my first successful piece of erotica in years. Anyone who ever said that writing erotica was easy, obviously had never even attempted to do so themselves as this shit is tough, especially when you're use to other writing styles, which by my last few story attempts have proven a little dragging and boring.
As I've stated in other authors notes, I like to use my favorite adult entertainers as muses for my characters, so this is sort of fan fiction erotica. This story would fall under celebrity and incest erotica as it contains both, duh... anyway, before this authors note makes you groan and click the back arrow allowing you to choose a different story, please enjoy and to those familiar with the Gwen series, please don't judge me too harshly for this reboot. Thank you all... Rouckley formerly known as JasperMan...
Christy Mack as Gemma Rose Draguin
Alyssa Branch as Kali Rae Draguin
Shae Summers as Maggie Mae Draguin
Kimber James as Anna Vesuvia
Aurora Jolie as Holly Rainer
and Bailey Jay as Gwen Draguin
*****
She stood before the mirror earlier that day admiring her 34D breast, enhanced to perfection in her eyes although many had told her not to worry so much as her once smaller size was still very desirable, but Gwen did not listen as she had felt the desire herself to be more a woman with each passing day. The hormone injections had helped the curves grow more feminine over time, even if there was a natural femininity to her body already. As anyone could tell you, self perceptions are always our hardest critics so matter how beautiful one truly is, and Gwen was no different in that regard.
Born under the name George Draguin with an M marked beside the box labeled gender, this child had gone through life with one great inner desire, to be a girl, a woman, a full blooded female. In spite of the appendage that hung impressively between her legs, that is exactly what Gwen was, a blossoming beauty. All who gazed upon her devastatingly features were charmed at first glance. Men who'd gone their lives with strong homophobia coursing their brain waves turned and begged to be in her arms. It is not enough to say that Gwen was perfect, there was no word to describe her perfection in the eyes of men and women alike.
In the mirror she looked into her own eyes with deep longing for the coming event in life that played second by just a small margin in her deepest desires. The man of her dreams was just a car ride away now since her plane arrived at LAX the day before, and her long time friends (Avan Martel and Anna Vesuvia) had arrived to take her to their place for the evening.
Avan and Anna were long time pals who'd gotten into the business of adult entertainment. She admired them both for their strength in living their lives the way they chose to, the way they were born to without shame or regret, they were proof that homosexuality was something to be kept inside and hidden away like flowers in the attic. Avan was young and gorgeous, almost feminine himself. An increasingly popular young porn star who even attracted the "straight" crowds with his sweet nature charisma.
Anna like Gwen was transgendered, only she had decided on the final change that is to surgically alternate the male sex organ into that of a female. A decision Gwen was not sure she was struggling with or not, as she was mostly happy just the way she was now at the present moment. Especially given that all her male suitors, gay and straight alike agreed that her penis was part of who she was, that without it, she would become just another woman. Anna was happy the way she was and Gwen admired and at times coveted that about her.
Avan and Anna shared an apartment with their roommate and fellow adult film actress Holly Rainer, who's mixed white black features and perfect figure made Gwen not only jealous, but deeply aroused when first meeting her.
When her time in the mirror spent admiring her amazingly altered figure came to an end with her dressing in a black sleeveless Walking Dead t-shirt that read Mrs Daryl Dixon in bold red letters on the front just below a slit cut in the v-neck that allowed her generous cleavage to greet the unknowingly lucky fellows that passed her on the street. She then stepped into a pair of lacy white boyshort panties that in spite of the obvious bulge below made her look like a fetching young lady. After the undies came a pair of low cut blue jeans with artificial holes cut into the knees, the denim hugging her hips with tight perfection that allowed them to flair with wild desire.
Tying the hem of the shirt into a knot towards the left side of her waist, Gwen made her way to the trio who sat equally nervous at the adventure that awaited them this day. They were driving Gwen to meet the father she'd last known many years ago when she was a boy of four years. A boy who'd loved his daddy more than the waking world, and wept uncontrollably for days after being taken away by a mother who would raise the child on lies and deceit for the remainder of their relationship.
"Are you sure you're up for this baby?" Anna had asked from the front seat.
Gwen looked into her friends eyes in the rear view mirror and only nodded. Shaking uncontrollably in the back driver side seat sitting beside beautiful Avan who took her hand and held it firmly for reassurance.
"The worst he could do honey is reject you." Avan tried to be helpful. "I know that just sounds so gosh darn awful sweetie but remember that you'd be no worse off than before. Plus you've got your three best ladies with you and sister sweetness, we wont let anything happen to you, ya dig?"
Gwen smiled at Avan and nodded, looking up into the rear view to catch Holly's glance. "He's right, sugar." She said to her new friend. "... and if he gets too faggoty, remember that I was raised in So Cal and I can whoop ass with the best of em."
Taking a breath, Gwen kept her brave smile, enjoying how her new friend was ignorant to the original use of the term 'Faggot'. Avan and Anna had explained how Holly and most of her inner circle believed the word to only apply to inconsiderate assholes and douche bags in the world.
"Don't get me wrong girl, I've known gay people that were serious fags but most fags are straight." she had said that night concluding the conversation with a row of laughter.
It was hard not to be nervous, as her father had never known her as a she, not to mention a phone call he'd made after years of searching for his only son who was then 16 years old that ended with "I hate you!" from the distraught boy who'd spent years believing his father had abandoned him.
Georgie (as Gwen had been known at the time) had just come out of the closet to his mother and further explained his transgendered issues that erupted into the tirade of "God hates" and "No son of mine" and ended with an overly religious mother heading off to gamble again and a hypocritically religious step father taking liberties and crossing boundaries that left an emotionally scarred young teenager wondering the streets for two days before meeting his future bestie Anna Vesuvia who took him in.
It was not until recently when the now 25 year old transgendered beauty had received a call from her aunt who told her everything there was to know about Graeme Draguin. Prompting the young lady to fly out to her dear friends in California for the adventure that she'd deeply hoped for in the back of her subconscious for so long. The only problem was... well... "Will he love me, still?"
2.
The day was exceptionally warm throughout San Bernardino County, California. Gwen was perspiring just a bit under the hot weather as she stood on Lott St. just off the corner of Aventine Blvd in Ontario gazing at the front porch of house number 213 where a man stood with his back to her putting up one side of a new shed he'd been near finished with by this point.
She'd barely recognized him at first as his face had a long scar up his left cheek, a half a joker smile it seemed and he wore an eye patch over the left eye. He was handsomely rugged and rough, with no facial hair, but his own dark hair was long and kept in two tales down the back much like a butch version of little girls pig tales, the thought made Gwen suppress a giggle, as he definitely wore it well.
Her father he most certainly was, older but still handsome stood shirtless with his impressive collection of art work inked into his back and arms. Gwen felt a pang of guilt at the arousal she was feeling, tightening in her jeans as she gazed upon the back tattoos that depicted a Dragon over the upper right hand side suspended in the air holding a steel peace sign in its talons, while the grim reaper with his back turned held up a fiery anarchy symbol behind the peace sign in his right hand and held a silencer tipped desert eagle pistol on the left raised up while standing at the lower left of Graeme's back. At the lower right, a Hyena wearing a biker vest gazed up at the pair watching while further in on the landscape the picture showed musician King Diamond leaning against a black and gold rimmed hearse.
