[Patreon Exclusive] GOING THROUGH CHANGES: Chapter 2 (Patreon)

It was brought to my attention that this story was posted earlier this year by an 'author' named 'Urban' under a different title. Urban apparently thought that they could pass it off as their own--and that explains why Amazon removed it from sale, because they also published part of it on a website called Medium. I brought this to the attention of the other trans authors and we've already found 4 other stories from Urban to be stolen from our catalogues. 

If any of you follow this Urban author, I urge you to raise awareness. We did the math and she's earning more than any of us authors by stealing our work. We've also found images she's sharing to be stolen, being used without rights. This Urban person is a criminal and a scammer.

Chapter 2

Aunt Fey didn’t work. She was living her life comfortably, though I couldn’t figure out how. “What did you used to do for work?” I asked her one afternoon.

“I’ve never had a conventional job in my life,” she said as if it was something she was proud of.

“So you were a hooker,” I said.

She laughed. “No. I’ve never done that.”

“Then how did you buy this place?”

“It wasn’t expensive. Fifteen years ago, when I bought it, it was only about sixty grand. I had the mortgage paid off in about six years. Now I just pay the taxes.”

“So how do you get money for the taxes? And what about food and your heating bill? And the gas you put into your car. You must have spent four hundred bucks on gas going to Ontario and back to get me.”

“I do a bit of consulting from time to time,” she said. And it was obvious she wasn’t going to tell me how she made a living, so I could only assume that she was secretly an occasional prostitute. She was a pretty lady, in her fifties but still fit and tight, with long blonde hair and big eyes. She had a sort of erotic confidence in her demeanour—the same kind of confidence I imagined a high-class escort would have. And she was always going into town for a few hours, coming home with no groceries.

I didn’t bother asking what kind of consulting she was doing, because I knew I wouldn’t believe her answer.

“So how is school going?” she asked. I was surprised that she hadn’t heard that I hadn’t been showing up. Then again, she didn’t have a phone, so I suppose the school had no way of contacting her. All she could do was take my word when I said, “It’s going fine.”

“Have you met any girls you like?” she asked. I thought it was a strange and forward follow up question.

“BC girls really aren’t my type,” I said.

She laughed. “BC girls are the best girls in the world. You should give them a try.”

“They’re kind of mean,” I said. “I didn’t come here to find a girlfriend. I just want to finish school so I can go back to Toronto.”

“Just give it time. You’ll warm up to things here.” And she had a big smirk on her face, as if she just told a joke that flew right over my head. “I have to run into town. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“No,” I said. I was happy that she was going, so that I could be alone for a while. I hadn’t masturbated in over a week, which I’m pretty sure was a world record as far as eighteen-year-old boys goes. I waited until I couldn’t hear the rumble of her engine before I rushed over to the bathroom and got undressed. I started rubbing my cock, getting it hard, but something was missing. I was used to jerking off to porn. Had I known that Aunt Fey didn’t have Internet, I would have made a point of downloading some porn movies to my computer—so I didn’t have anything. But I couldn’t help but wonder if she had something.

She was a free-spirited chick. Surely there was something in that house that could make my masturbation session a little bit better. I snuck into her room and started exploring her drawers. I wasn’t surprised when I found a whole drawer filled with lacy lingerie. I dug through the lingerie, hoping to find anything—a magazine, a DVD, or even just a pack of naughty playing cards. But there was nothing. So I kept searching.

In her nightstand, I found a long purple dildo. I shuddered at the sight of it, knowing that it had been in my aunt’s snatch. I carefully nudged it aside so I could look deeper in the drawer. Underneath I found more lingerie and a few more little sex toys. I was becoming increasingly positive that my aunt was a prostitute. Hell, she was probably out with a client now.

I found what I was looking for: a book of sex poses. The same couple acted out all of the poses on each page. The resolution was good and the woman in the pictures was sexy. And the guy had a big, thick cock, which was a nice touch. It was the ‘tit job’ page that ended up doing the trick for me. I aimed my cock to the side as I quickly jerked myself, so that I would get any of my goo on the pages. It only took about forty seconds to get off, and a minute later, I had the book back in its place in that nightstand. I felt a bit better, but I was still dreading the next five months that I was stuck living with my aunt.

It was only an hour later when I decided to jerk off again. I had nothing else to do, even though it was a nice day out. I couldn’t figure out what Aunt Fey was expecting me to do when she said, “Go out and enjoy nature.” What was there to enjoy? You’ve climbed one tree; you’ve climbed them all. I had to hike twice a day every weekday, so I wasn’t about to leave the house to go for a pointless hike, and I wasn’t big into swimming—and even if I was, I had to walk an hour to get to the nearest swimming-safe area, seeing as the waves were too aggressive near Aunt Fey’s waterfront house. So there was really only one thing to do to pass the time: jerk off.

Though I did spend some time searching through the house, digging through Aunt Fey’s closet, hoping to find something to pass the time. I was even willing to play a board game by myself like a complete lunatic—but she didn’t even have any board games. She just had clothes—lots and lots of clothes, and lots and lots of makeup and lotions and creams.

So what did she do to pass the time, aside from seeing ‘consulting’ clients from time to time? There weren’t even books around to read. The only books in the house were my school textbooks, which I was almost bored enough to read.

Aunt Fey still wasn’t home when the sun went down that evening. My boredom was beginning to reach new levels. It was Sunday, which meant I had to get up early in the morning so that I could pretend to go to school. But a part of me was legitimately considering going to school, just so that I would have something to do. I wanted the homework to pass the time. Maybe I could just avoid interacting with everyone except for my teachers. I could slip in late and leave early. Or I could just bum around town, trying to avoid being seen by Aunt Fey. I couldn’t decide which option sounded less boring.