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Heya! I'm Lexi, a trans bimbo-in-training who loves to write erotica. I'm always looking to make a little extra money, so if you have any ideas, send me a message ;) theprincesslexicon.tumblr.com/ask www.patreon.com/lexicon paypal.me/lexicondeno

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Cam Work

Hey guys, I know I’ve been really absent lately. I’ve started doing porn and camming, and thats eating up a lot of my time. However, camming can often be really, really slow. A friend gave me an idea that instead of sitting in front of the camera doing nothing while nobody is in my room, I should write captions. So, I hope, starting tomorrow, to be way more active than I have been the last couple of months. Completely unrelated, but I also now have a Sarahah. I plan to post answers to questions people ask me there on my Patreon, which might seem weird since people can just ask me questions on Tumblr, but its actually mostly for fan interaction from Pornhub, and I figured I would advertise it here as well since I’m posting an update. Happy fapping! ~ Lexi

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Hey everybody. I super duper appreciate the support that was thrown my way when I moved. Now, though, another hiccup has come up. My testosterone levels aren't going down at all. They're still sitting at just below normal cis male levels. Even though I'm currently on almost every t-blocker that i...

Hey guys. I hate asking for money, and I’m sorry for the extended hiatus I’ve been on, but I really need your help with this. My testosterone levels, after 8 months on HRT, aren’t dropping at all. They remain just below normal cis male levels, even though I’m on three different types of t-blockers (finasteride, bicalutamide, and spironoctlerone). at this point, the only options left is an orchiectomy. i was hoping to be able to start saving money for this surgery so i get get off this awful concoction of drugs with my porn career that I’ve just started, but the money’s been slow and the urgency of this surgery has been moved up quite a bit. The longer I can’t get my testosterone levels down, the harder and less effective my transition will be. This surgery is pretty expensive, and even though my insurance will cover 80% of the cost, I will still need the cash up-front to be able to cover it so I can ask for a reimbursement. I need your guys’ help now more than ever. I’m really hurting for money and this is a surgery I absolutely need to get to be able to transition properly. I hope I’m not asking too much. Anybody who donates to this campaign and shows me their receipt, I will write a personal story of your request. Thank you all so much for supporting me through this pretty inconsistent and tumultuous year. I love all of you. Sincerely, ~ Lexi

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Your friends had decided to go all out for your bachelorette party. They even hired a stage hypnotist. Of course, you didn’t really enjoy such things. You found hypnotism, magic, and the like to be hokey and lame, and you had no problem expressing your views after a few glasses of champagne to the hypnotist’s face after watching him “hypnotize” some of your bridesmaids.

Of course, he was good natured about the whole thing. He asked you if you liked drinking, to which you gladly told him you only drank socially. He just kept smiling as he asked you more and more questions. How much did you love your fiance? Did you ever drink around him? Did you like drinking around him? Did you love drinking around him? Did you love drinking? You answered all of his questions honestly, but soon something in the back of your head started to tingle. You went to take a sip out of your glass, but to your dismay found that it was empty.

He smirked at you. With a wave of his hand, he beckoned a barkeep over, carrying a bottle of champagne with him. “Well, I can see you need another drink. Let’s toast to your happy wedding!”

He placed the bottle on a table next to you. You couldn’t help but feel an odd tingling in your stomach, like butterflies. Something was really just compelling you towards the bottle. “There’s, uh, no glasses…” you said to him. “Don’t worry,” he replied, “a mouthy girl like you doesn’t need a glass to get a drink, now does she?”

With that, a certain knowing filled your head. You leaned down and started licking the bottle, pleasing it like you’d please your own boyfriend.

“Now that’s a good slut,” the hypnotist said. You didn’t like being called a slut, but something about knowing you were doing a good job made you happy. “You’re doing a good job sucking that bottle off… but it seems you’re still holding back.” He snapped his fingers. You felt a hand on the back of your head. Without bothering to look to see who it was who was guiding your head, you started following along with them. You bobbed up and down, eager to get any amount of drink from the bottle.

“There we go. Don’t hold back. You love drinking and being a little bitch, don’t you?” You couldn’t help but nod and moan. “Now I want to see you suck that bottle off like you love it more than your boyfriend. Be a good girl, now, and make it cum.”

You started sucking the neck of the bottle like you needed its approval. Even though it was just an inanimate object, you could feel a dark desire start to burn its way through your heart, decimating everything it touched and replacing it with a need to be a dirty little slut for alcohol. You started rolling your tongue up and down its shaft, moaning with pleasure as it started to spurt sweet foam in to your mouth and all over your face. You couldn’t help yourself but get lost in the sensation of giving in to your lust for drink, not noticing or caring about the crowd slowly forming around you to watch your show.

In the morning, the hypnotist thought to himself, you’d probably be back to normal. Probably. But for tonight, he knew you’d do anything to get another drop. If you didn’t find him entertaining, well, then, you could be the entertainment for the evening.

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i have actually! i did it before but there really wasnt a whole lot of interest. i might start again if more people ask for it, though. ill even post some sample pictures if you guys want to see what i look like!

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Book Update

Hey everybody! I’ve been working hard to get my book all ready in time for Christmas, but then something awesome came up!

A couple of months ago, I signed up to do a panel at Newcon on how to write short stories. I had totally forgotten about it, but I got my confirmation email today! That means, though, that I both need to create a presentation with an hour of content, while at the same time working on my book.

The fact of the matter is that my book isn’t going anywhere. I can publish it at any time. But Newcon is in a few weeks. Three and a half, to be exact. So I’ve decided to push my book back, not rush things, and get it done at my own pace, and will instead be working on my panel for Newcon. Of course, I will be publishing captions again about every week like I was before, so don’t worry about a lack of content! I have a ton of great ideas all ready to go, and I’ll have a new caption ready for you all this Friday!

I can’t wait to get this book done, but I also can’t wait to do my panel. I hope to see some of you guys there, and I look forward to what 2018 has in store :) Happy fapping!

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Fuckbunny

I didn’t believe in curses. Curses, magic, religion… All of that was stuff stupid people used to trick themselves into believing the universe wasn’t truly random and that their lives had meaning. So when I had a vivid dream about a fairy called the Fuckbunny, a sexy, curvy woman with lame bunny ears on her head, who told me that I was cursed to get dumber the hornier I got, I knew it was just a regular old dream anybody could have had.

That’s why, when I saw Him in the school library, I got scared.

Tall, short black hair, and tanned, his only flaw was his perhaps too-large nose, and even that fit his gaunt, sharp facial features. When his dark green eyes met mine, I immediately felt my heart jump a little. And when it did, I felt the thoughts I had about the essay evacuate themselves out of my head. Flustered, I tried focusing on what I was researching, but my thoughts just couldn’t collect themselves. “Was this curse real?” I found myself asking briefly. The thought that maybe, perhaps, I had been visited by an actual fairy who’d cursed me to turn me into a fuckbunny like herself, was so… So…

(stupid, irrational, idiotic, inane, impossible…) Hot.

It was so hot. Fuck, could the curse be real? No, only brainless idiots believed in that garbage. Still, I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere with my essay, and the guy was very attractive, so why not go talk to him? I gathered my things and went looking for him.

After a couple of minutes, I found him in the 130 section of the library. I felt my heart do a little dance again. God he was so fucking gorgeous. I walked up next to him.

“Um, excuse me, I saw you earlier and I…” My words stuck in my mouth as he turned his head and looked down towards me. He stood at least a foot taller than I did, his figure impressive and imposing. I could see a reflection of myself in his eyes, my long blonde hair sticking to my face due to a thin layer of sweat forming from my arousal.

“Sorry, do you need to get by?”

I tried to compose myself. “Um, I uh… I’m too short to reach the top shelf. Could you grab me a book up there please?” I lied miserably.

“Sure. Uh, which book?”

Fuck. I hadn’t even given him a title. “Uh… Uh…” Why wouldn’t my thoughts come? “Uh… Never mind. What are you doing here in the library?

He cocked his head sideways at the stupid question. Why was I acting like such a brainless slut? Was I really this horny over a guy? The wetness I could feel in my panties was a clear yes, but I tried to ignore it. My head felt full of useless fluff. Blushing and looking down, I pushed all thoughts that didn’t have to do with this conversation here and now out of my head.

He continued looking at me, clearly confused, and then said “I’m here to check out a book.”

“Oh, really? What book?”

“Oh, just some stuff I’ve been meaning to read. It’s actually not in this aisle, I came down here on a whim.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.” Why was it so hard to speak to him? God I was so horny. This guy was so hot. “Um, what’s your name?”

“Mason. Yours?”

“Iris.”

“Oh, that’s a cute name. I really like it.”

I blushed even harder. “Thanks. My mom gave it to me.” Holy shit I was so lame.

Mason just laughed though. “That’s funny. You’re really cute.”

Oh my god, did he just say I was cute? “Thanks! You’re pretty handsome yourself, mister.”

Finally, this conversation was going somewhere. We talked a bit about various things. Each time he’d ask me about myself, though, I found that all my hobbies like reading, playing video games, and studying about nature were like, super lame and boring. So I let myself forget about nerdy stuff like that and lied about how much I loved doing my nails, doing my makeup, and reading fashion magazines.

The conversation eventually got more sexual. I started talking about how hot I thought he was. I told him about my bra size. I told him about my tits. I told him I wanted to see what he looked like without a shirt off.

“I’m wearing my sexy red lace panties right now. I’d love to show you,” I said seductively. Mason smiled a bit and stepped closer.

“You know, you’re way more forward than I thought you’d be. I like that.” Ohmigod, did he say he liked me?

“Yeah? I bet you’d also like to slide these soaking wet panties off me, wouldn’t you?”

“Hm… Let me think…” My face fell. Did he not want to fuck me? “Haha! Just kidding! I think I’d like that a lot, Iris.” Mason leaned in close and whispered, “when and where, baby?”

My breath was coming in heavy. My heart was pounding. “How about tonight, you stud? You can fuck me silly at my place.”

After we agreed on a time, I went home and masturbated furiously, unable to bring myself to orgasm. Fuck, why had I done that? Why was I acting like such a skank? Why did it turn me on so much? Memories of the dream started to come back to me, and I realized it may have been true after all. The realization that I was actually getting dumber the hornier I got made me even hornier, and soon I was humping my pillow like a bitch in heat.

After Mason arrived, my arousal only grew. Kissing on my couch, we slowly undressed each other. When his hard, delicious cock was out, I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. I bobbed up and down, gagging on his cock as he held my head and stroked my hair. I could definitely feel the affects of the curse now. I felt my memories dim, my brain turn to mush and leak out my pussy, and my intelligence fade away as Mason blew a bug hot sticky yummy load in my slutty mouth. I opened wide to show him my prize, and swallowed, then licked his cock clean. Once he was hard again, I got on my hands and knees. My tongue was sticking out of my mouth as he railed my pussy harder and harder, drool pooling on the floor of my living room as I got dumber and dumber.

“Wow… Curses really are real…” Was the last coherent thought that formed in my head as we came in unison, sealing my fate as a brainless fuckbunny for good.

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It had started off innocently enough. Newly single, having been dumped by your (quite frankly loser of a) boyfriend, you got back into the dating scene. But after over a year of only seeing one guy, your game was off. Nobody was paying attention to you. Every night you went out, and every night you bought your own drinks and watched as guy after guy ignored you, going for trashy sluts and loose women instead. What did they have that you didn’t? First of all, the makeup. You knew you didn’t actually have to be trashy, you just had to look it. And after weeks of no success, you’d settle for even a one-night-stand at this point. So first you started with the lip gloss. Light and pink, you knew this would catch a man’s attention. And sure enough, after another week, you had exactly one drink purchased for you. You had to go further if you wanted to be noticed. Next were your eyebrows. Then your foundation and blush. Mascara, eyeliner, eyelashes. You covered up your homely freckles and styled your hair. You noticed you were getting much more attention. Sure, it was mostly men objectifying you, but it felt good to be noticed. To be wanted. Well, not wanted exactly… Every time you thought you had it in the bag, you’d open your mouth and talk about something you found interesting and the guy would walk away. What were you doing wrong? Soon you learned to just nod your head and listen. It was easier that way. If you pushed any of your own thoughts to the side and just let the men look at you and talk at you, they were more interested. If you pretended like you didn’t understand they were enthralled, eager to explain things to you, you pretty little thing.

You noticed this attention start to come in at work too. So you picked up the act there as well. Every time you had a client come in looking to buy, you asked them to explain everything to you in cripplingly painful detail. You let your knowledge of the market fade so the hot young men eager to make a name for themselves could groan and explain more to you. You loved being talked down to. You loved how it felt to be simple.

Your job was suffering though, and you still hadn’t been laid. Despite all of this you didn’t seem able to get a guy to take you home. Almost every man who approached you was married and you weren’t a homewrecker, not that you really cared at this point. They just couldn’t take you back to their place. Then, in a rare burst of intelligence from your now dull, docile mind, you realized that you could kill two birds with one stone. You started closing deals and getting fucked: your clients, dissatisfied with your ineptitude, were perfectly happy to let you take their case on and switch to someone more competent later, in return for getting their dick wet. You let them fuck you however they wanted: in the ass, on your desk, against the window… It didn’t matter. You were finally getting the attention and the cock you’ve been craving for so long.

Your boss took a vacation. Now that you were a measly secretary with no real responsibilities besides managing a digital, automated calendar, when your boss went on holiday so did you. You decided to use this time to up your sex appeal even further. Getting implants and plumped up lips, you returned to work an absolute symbol of sex and lust. You were always wet and down to fuck now. Addicted to the attention you got, having all eyes on you, made you willing to do anything for more eyes and more cum. After a long day of work pleasing your boss with your luscious new lips, you went to the bar for a drink. There, you ran into your ex. He sat down next to you. Started talking. You couldn’t remember why you were mad at him. He said you were so hot now, so sexy. The compliments got you even more horny than you usually were. You two started kissing. You took things back to his car, then back to his house, where he fucked you long and hard. You felt the last bit of your old self drip out of your needy cunt as your ex fucked you doggy style, making you his slutty bitch in heat. And you were too lost in ecstasy to even notice it happening.

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Chapter 1

Hey everybody! I’m going to be posting chapter one of my current story to Tumblr so you guys can read it, since I got delayed on chapter 2. Chapter 2 will be ready to read on my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/lexicon) by the end of the week, but in the mean time, check out the beginning of Jezzie’s adventure! If you like what you read here, be sure to donate ;)

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The sign out front read “50% off! Today only! Free readings, cleansings, and more!” I wasn’t one to believe in such nonsense, but my friend had recommended this place to me. “It works! I swear it does!” She had said. “She was able to get in touch with my dead aunt! It was like, I got the closure I had always wanted. Anyways, if you’re looking for something mystical, she’s your gal.” So here I was. After expressing to Bethany my dismay at not being able to find Mr. Right, she had instructed me to go to a “psychic” and find out my “aura” so I could find a man I would really connect with. I wasn’t sure at first. By Bethany had goaded me. “You’re a smart, attractive girl, Sam! If I was a guy, I’d totally bang you! You’ve got sexy red hair, a cute petite body, and just the cutest freckles! Plus you’re a post grad student on a full ride scholarship, and in this day and age there are plenty of guys who want a sugar momma. I bet you have a spiritual block and that’s why you can’t find a boyfriend!” Hesitantly, I pushed open the door.

A bell somewhere inside tinkled as I stepped over the threshold. My eyes struggled to adjust to the dimness as the door closed behind me, the last rays of light illuminating the swirling dust in the air. It seemed the only source of light inside the store was a dull green bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving everything a sort of eerie, murky look. I squinted and looked around. It didn’t look like anybody was here. “Hello?” I called out. “I saw your sign and I… Uh…” I trailed off as I realized what exactly I was doing. This didn’t make any sense. An intelligent girl, like me, honestly believing in stuff like this? Of course not! Not that I thought it would work in the first place, I was simply curious, but the sight of the store convinced me once and for all of the shabby, shammy business fake psychics tended to run. As I turned around and prepared to leave, a small, husky voice spoke form behind the counter. “Sorry! I’ll be right there.” The woman who had spoken appeared from a doorway I had missed at first glance. I was shocked. I had expected a short, stout old woman, with a big long nose and shawls and beads. Maybe with a lazy eye. But the person before me looked around my age. Long black hair with flat bangs that ended just below her eyebrows, a healthy tan, and easily four inches taller than my average 5 foot 2 height, the only part I had been right about was her larger-than-average nose. She wore simple clothes. A grey t-shirt with the local university’s logo, black jeans, and from what I could tell by the shape of her breasts, no bra. “Excuse me. I was ah, napping. In the back. In my chair. I guess you don’t need to know that. Sorry. My name is Jezzie. And you are?” The woman, Jezzie, extended her hand out to me. I was a considerable distance away from the counter, though, so I took a few awkward steps closer and accepted her gesture. “Uhm, my name is Sam. My friend, Bethany, recommended this place to me and I decided to see what was so special about it,” I said as I grasped her hand. “Sorry to have disturbed you. I was just about to head out actu-“ “No!” Exclaimed Jezzie. “I mean, ah, no. No, that’s quite alright. I always appreciate business!” I noticed her grip had strengthened considerably. She slowly let go of my hand. “We have a sale today, 50% off all our services. Please, if you’ll follow me.” Jezzie beckoned for me to follow her through the door she had come from. I shrugged my shoulders. “Might as well,” I said to myself as I followed.

We walked through three rooms before Jezzie led me into what seemed to be a dining room. The chandelier above the table flickered on as she hit the light switch, illuminating the antique furniture. At first I thought the interior of the ancient brick building this business resided in was shabby, but as I looked around I saw that things were simply… Old. Dust seemed to settle on everything, and all the furniture was made out of solid oak. Large cabinets containing glass bottles filled with colorful liquids lined the walls, and the glass doors of all of them clearly hadn’t been opened in ages. I continued to take in my surroundings as I settled into the closest chair. A small cloud of dust puffed out from the cushion. I noticed to my left a polished silver mirror, the finish of which was starting to peel around the edges. “I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home,” Jezzie said as she continued through the room, taking a left and turning the lights on in the adjoined kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?I have tea and water.” Jezzie poked her head around the corner. “Oh! Uhm, tea would be nice,” I replied. “Black tea, if you have it.” “You’ve got it!” Jezzie disappeared back into the kitchen. I looked down at my hands. This place was seriously weird. Everything was so old, and it looked like nobody had bothered to dust or vacuum for who knows how long. Jezzie looked completely out of place in such a spinster’s house. On top of that, she was so shy and friendly. Definitely not the type I had been expecting. I had never seen a psychic that didn’t put on airs, so it was surprising to see a young girl such as herself act like a normal person while still trying to scam people. Maybe that was the scam. Maybe I was being tricked right now. Maybe this was all a ploy to buy my trust. Maybe- “Here’s your tea,” Jezzie said, snapping me out of my thoughts as she placed a small cup in front of me. “This brand is best without sugar or milk, so please try it before you add anything.” “Thank you,” I said as Jezzie sat down across from me. “So, what services can I offer you today? Would you like to see our price sheet?” I took a sip of the tea. It was surprisingly smooth and easy to drink, and the temperature was just right. “Well, my friend said you could help with my… Guy troubles. Although I don’t see how a psychic can help with that.” “You’re right that you don’t really need a psychic to help with that, but I can certainly be of assistance! I offer aura readings, so you know that kind of guys you’re compatible with. I can also tell you your fortune, so you can be in the right place at the right time. Is that something you want?” “No, not really. Honestly I don’t believe in psychics or the supernatural. I just came here to humor my friend, and when I saw the half off deal I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try something silly, just for fun.” Jezzie smiled slightly. “Ooh, you’re a skeptic! I haven’t had somebody who wasn’t a repeat customer in a while so I sort of forget people like you exist. Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is worth your money!” “Thanks,” I replied dryly. “I guess I’ll take the aura reading. How much would that be?” “Well today aura readings are 20 dollars.” I nearly spat out my tea. Normally she charged 40 dollars a reading? No wonder this place didn’t seem to get much business. “That’s kind of steep. You’re lucky I make enough to not sweat 20 dollars on a novelty every once in a while or I’d walk out right now.” “Wow, so cold,” Jezzie said. I could see that I had upset her a little bit with my criticism. I felt a small twinge of guilt before I reminded myself that Jezzie was the one scamming people, not me. I don’t know why I was feeling so irritated all of a sudden. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m kind of on edge today. I’ll take the aura reading, please.” “Oh, it’s not a problem. I’ll need you to close your eyes. Are you ready?” I closed my eyes. “I’m ready.” “Ok. Here goes! Hm… I see you’re very intelligent. Possibly the most intelligent person in your immediate group of friends. You know it too… You used to be humble. You still have some elements of it. You’re very aloof. You struggle to show affection. You are slow to anger but once you’re angry you become rash, irritable, and illogical. Ah, I see, you don’t like that about yourself do you? You’ve lost some friends in the past because of this. You burn bridges… Literally? I won’t probe further in that regard. Hm… Such a conflicting aura. Fiery red. Fierce. Dominating. And yet cold. Ice cold… There’s a duality there I see, and you’ve come a long way in merging the two. You could really make something out of yourself and you know it… In fact, that’s your goal. Oh, interesting! College professor! You want to pass your wisdom on to other generations… That’s rare, for somebody so smart to be so wise… Ooh, you don’t like that, do you? Your aura just became a hideous orange for a second there. You don’t like compliments huh? No wonder you have such a hard time with the guys-“ I opened my eyes. I had had enough. “I could use without the commentary, please!” Jezzie looked at me. “The commentary is important. I need to see how your aura changes as your emotions fluctuate. But that’s ok, I’ve got enough. Would you like to hear about your compatibility?” I glared at her. I thought this would have been a fun distraction but she was really getting to me. How had she seen so much of me? Was she really a psychic? This went beyond just a cold reading. I sighed. “Go ahead. Tell me.” “Well, I’m sure you could guess the answer even without my help, but your compatibility is difficult. You always have to be right and unfortunately you haven’t lived on this earth long enough to do so. You know this about yourself and you have spent many years trying to get your fiery side in check, so you don’t put people off, right or wrong. You’ve also thrown yourself at your studies, learning as much as you can about the world. Your aura is a very deep purple. I sense a darkness that may push anybody away if they get too close. And when you feel personally attacked it shifts to an orange. Rapid aura changes are unhealthy, you know.” Jezzie smirked again. “Anyways, you’re compatible with much brighter purples, as well as pure whites.” My head was spinning. “Not to sound rude, but I have no clue what you’re talking about with all these colors. I think I understand, but how would I even be able to tell somebody’s aura?” “That takes a lot of practice. I think it would be better of me to say, it would be rare to find somebody who’s compatible with you.” There it was. My irritation was back. “Bullshit. I have lots of friends. Why would auras even decide stuff like this anyways? It all sounds like fate to me, which is something I definitely don’t believe in.” “Ah, please calm down. Auras don’t decide anything, they’re just projections of a person’s soul. They manifest in different ways; to me they manifest as colors.” “I am calm! I’m just pissed I spent twenty dollars to have somebody tell me I won’t find love! You don’t even know what I’m looking for in a person! How can you say it would be rare to find somebody who can get along with me? You barely know me!” I was standing and yelling now. Jezzie was slowly sliding down her chair until she was under the table. “I’m sorry! Please stop yelling! I hate conflict!” I heard her meekly say. Slowly I realized that I had been acting exactly as she said I did. I sat back down, and then I got out of my seat and crouched underneath the table. “I’m… Look, I’m sorry, ok. I didn’t mean to get angry. I know this is what you… Do. Even if I think it’s kind of a scam.” Jezzie was curled up into a ball under the table. Could such a shy, meek girl really be the owner of this place? She looked up into my eyes. “It’s not a scam. Just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you can insult me.” “You’re right. I’m sorry. Please come out from under the table. I’ll pay you full price for being so rude and I’ll be on my way.” Damn. I had made an ass out of myself again.

When we were both seated back at the table, I pulled out my wallet and slid 40 dollars towards Jezzie. “Take it,” I said. “It’s the least I could do after my outburst.” Jezzie hesitantly accepted the money. Looking down, she said “Sometimes I wish I could be strong.” I was caught completely off guard. “What?” “It’s just… I’m really timid. I used to get pushed around a lot until I shut myself away. I admire people like you.” Taken aback, I reached a hand across the table. “Are you alright? Did I upset you that much?” I wasn’t used to complete strangers opening up to me like this. “What? Yes, I’m alright. You’re fine.” Jezzie pushed my hand back towards me and finished off her tea. “I can’t accept all this money though. You’re kind of right, I do scam people. I use my own meekness to make people uncomfortable so they give me more money. But I wasn’t doing that to you! I promise!” She added quickly. “It’s just… I feel a real connection with you. So I’m going to do something special for you. Your extra twenty bucks just bought you a thirty minute session with me, how’s that sound?” “I kind of want my money back-“ I stopped as I saw a pout form on Jezzie’s face. “But, I’ll take the session. Sure. What is the session for?” All the emotions I had seen on Jezzie’s face up until now had been small and fleeting. But this time she grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, you’ll see. But first I’ll make us some more tea!”

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Here’s the first chapter of what I’m working on. I’m separating my porn tumblr from my erotica, so I reach different audiences. Chapters that I write and post on Patreon are seconds drafts. A third and complete draft of all the chapters will be written when the story is done, and all Patrons will receive a copy of that for free on top of getting to read the story as it progresses. Isn’t that neat?

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Compilation Book

Hey guys! I start work on my compilation book tomorrow. I’m going to be revamping me five oldest stories, expanding on them, and publishing them together in one sexy tome! And, as a fun incentive, I’m going to be publishing a brand-new, never-before-read story about a Christmas miracle ;) I’ll be reblogging the five stories I’ll be working on in the mean time, to job your memories or show people who haven’t been around that long what they’re in for. Happy fapping!

~ Lexi

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Click here to support Lexi's Transition organized by Lexi Kayden Glenn

Hey everybody! As most of you know, I'm trans, and have been on HRT for just over 6 months now. At this point in my transition, I'd like to socially transition. This means replacing most of the clothes I own, taking care of my body and facial hair, among other things. Dealing with body hair is ex...

my blog is officially 1 year old now! happy anniversary, guys! its been an incredible year, with plenty of ups and downs. through it all, ive had my amazing fans! id like to give some special shoutouts to people whov made this journey not only possible, but an absolute pleasure. first, my personal friends cjk and fish. it means so much to me that youve given me continuous support through patreon, reading my stories, and giving me feedback, plus just being good friends in general. i hope youre proud of how far ive come. i never would have made it this far without you guys. next, my top patrons, sirvanspain and tboneisking. you guys have donated so much to me, way beyond the 1 dollar a month that i ask for. your financial support has gotten me through some of the rougher parts of the year, and im happy to have both of you guys as patrons :3 and finally, id like to thank devi lacroix and sammy nona. you two are incredible writers, and both of you have given me valuable insight on how to improve my stories, tumblr, and patreon. im so, so happy to have gotten to talk in-depth about my writing with both of you, and i look forward to continuing to share this camaraderie into the future!

with that said, this year is going to mark some changes for me and this blog. first off, my newest story, “good puppy”, is my last of the year. i am going to be writing a compilation book with heavily expanded upon stories of my five oldest works. i hope to have this book ready for purchase before christmas, so if you have any kinky friends, that would make a fun christmas gift!

im also just over 6 months in to my transition, and as such, would like to start socially transitioning. i need to deal with my body hair, facial hair, as well as replace most of my wardrobe. i also will need to move out of my parents house, so im in a comfortable and safe environment to be myself. with that in mind, ive started a gofundme where, if you would like you, you can put some money towards helping me continue forwards with my goal to be the best sissy bimbo i can be <3 if youre not comfortable donating to my gofundme, you can also subscribe to my patreon to support my writing, or send me a personal gift through paypal. think of it as a christmas present to your favorite bimbofication writer! 

im so looking forward to what this next year has in store for all of us. i cant wait to share the rest of my transition with everybody, i cant wait to show you all the cool, fun, sexy stories ive got ready, and i cant wait to start revamping my older stories into more fleshed-out works. happy fapping, everybody! ~Lexi

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Click here to support Lexi's Transition organized by Lexi Kayden Glenn

Hey everybody! As most of you know, I'm trans, and have been on HRT for just over 6 months now. At this point in my transition, I'd like to socially transition. This means replacing most of the clothes I own, taking care of my body and facial hair, among other things. Dealing with body hair is ex...

my blog is officially 1 year old now! happy anniversary, guys! its been an incredible year, with plenty of ups and downs. through it all, ive had my amazing fans! id like to give some special shoutouts to people whov made this journey not only possible, but an absolute pleasure. first, my personal friends cjk and fish. it means so much to me that youve given me continuous support through patreon, reading my stories, and giving me feedback, plus just being good friends in general. i hope youre proud of how far ive come. i never would have made it this far without you guys. next, my top patrons, sirvanspain and tboneisking. you guys have donated so much to me, way beyond the 1 dollar a month that i ask for. your financial support has gotten me through some of the rougher parts of the year, and im happy to have both of you guys as patrons :3 and finally, id like to thank devi lacroix and sammy nona. you two are incredible writers, and both of you have given me valuable insight on how to improve my stories, tumblr, and patreon. im so, so happy to have gotten to talk in-depth about my writing with both of you, and i look forward to continuing to share this camaraderie into the future!

with that said, this year is going to mark some changes for me and this blog. first off, my newest story, “good puppy”, is my last of the year. i am going to be writing a compilation book with heavily expanded upon stories of my five oldest works. i hope to have this book ready for purchase before christmas, so if you have any kinky friends, that would make a fun christmas gift!

im also just over 6 months in to my transition, and as such, would like to start socially transitioning. i need to deal with my body hair, facial hair, as well as replace most of my wardrobe. i also will need to move out of my parents house, so im in a comfortable and safe environment to be myself. with that in mind, ive started a gofundme where, if you would like you, you can put some money towards helping me continue forwards with my goal to be the best sissy bimbo i can be <3 if youre not comfortable donating to my gofundme, you can also subscribe to my patreon to support my writing, or send me a personal gift through paypal. think of it as a christmas present to your favorite bimbofication writer! 

im so looking forward to what this next year has in store for all of us. i cant wait to share the rest of my transition with everybody, i cant wait to show you all the cool, fun, sexy stories ive got ready, and i cant wait to start revamping my older stories into more fleshed-out works. happy fapping, everybody! ~Lexi

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you're a really good writer, have you ever thought of selling ebooks?

yes! im going to be publishing my first book in december! ill be posting an more info about that this week, so stay tuned :)

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Not enough dicks

what do you mean? youd like to see more dicks featured in the gifs, more dicks in the stories, more sex? im always happy to make some content that caters to my fans, so let me know what youd like to see and ill do it :)

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It wasn’t like you wanted things to turn out like this.

But you were poor and needed the money. So you started taking pictures of yourself in revealing outfits and posting them on the internet. Interested guys paid you to take it all off for them.

That’s when you met Daddy.

Daddy was very interested in you. Soon he was your only client. He paid you lots and lots of money to do nastier and nastier things.

You found yourself reliant, addicted to his words, to his instructions.

So you did everything he said. You started dressing sluttier all the time. You got tattoos that he paid for. You started wearing heavier makeup. You put in contacts to make yourself look like a doll.

It didn’t even matter when he stopped paying you. Because you were happy to just go along with everything Daddy said. Since you were still poor, Daddy suggested you start hooking to pay him back for all the money, clothes, and jewelry he sent you. That’s when he stopped answering your messages and calls.

Now you were the opposite of a classy broad. Nasty, cheap, and easy, you sometimes let your clients fuck you for free if they had big enough dicks and reminded you enough of Daddy. Your life had been utterly destroyed, replaced with nothing but sex, money, filth, and a burning need for Daddy to come back in to your life and make you whole again.

In the mean time, this stud would have to do.

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I feel ya! I've also been dealing with dysphoria lately; especially today! Haven't been a fan of you long, but I love all your work!

Thank you :) dysphoria can be a real bitch sometimes, and it’s good to know I’m not the only one here who deals with it on a regular basis!