Sissy Call Girl 2

"Desperate for money, Jesse becomes Lacey --a persona born of silk, shame, and desire. But the deeper he goes, the less sure he is who's pretending anymore."

The bills were still on the table, right where he left them.Jesse stood in the kitchen with a mug of cold coffee in his hands, staring at the money like it might bite his fingers off. He hadn’t touched it....

Chapter 7: Movie Night At Sergei’s Cabin

"The seventh chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I sat on the couch, feeling the weight of the day. My legs trembled slightly from exhaustion. The wet dress stuck to my skin uncomfortably.Laura emerged from the kitchen with a coffee cup. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous plan....

Outdoor Experiment

"The sixth chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I woke in the morning as the Los Angeles sun sliced through the blinds, casting sharp golden rays across my room’s worn wooden floor. I lay in bed briefly, the blanket tangled around my legs.For the first time in a...

Chapter 5: Strategy

"The fifth chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I woke early that morning, before the alarm clock could ring.My heart pounded, and my body trembled with nervous shivers.It felt as if I’d spent the night wandering through restless dreams I couldn’t recall.Laura’s plan haunted me—a wild idea of...

Chapter 4: The First School Day

"The fourth chapter of the book New Teacher — a true story about my arrival in the big city as a teacher."

I woke up early, before the sun rose over Los Angeles, my heart racing as I stared at the ceiling. The night had been restless—Laura and Marcus's voices drifted from the next room, their bed creaking, and my secret release...

Sissy Call Girl

"Jesse's life is falling apart -- until he turns his secret passion for crossdressing into a dangerous new hustle: escorting for men."

The ceiling paint was flaking like dead skin, shedding in tiny curls that landed on the cluttered floor. Jesse lay on his mattress—cold and hard—staring up at the moldy crater above his bed like it might someday collapse and end...