A Perfect Pandemic

Dedication

Transgender Day of Remembrance is a solemn occasion. I am offering "A Perfect Pandemic" for free as an antidote to the fear, phobia, discrimination, danger, and deadly violence that transgender women so often suffer. For not all transgender lives are sorrowful, and the joys and successes of other transwomen can offer a beacon of hope to those less fortunate.

Lara Little, the fictional heroine of this fantasy, finds joy and success while transitioning in a world upturned by Covid and its consequences. I hope her journey inspires and gives you hope. I only wish I could tell you that it's true.

Author's Note

Contents

Detention

Showtime

A Favorite Fan

Lockdown

Going Remote

Parental Control

BBL

Sequel

Family Matters

Road Trip

Warehoused

Lara 2.0

Disclaimer

The pandemic brought widespread death and misery. This story is my antidote. Something like this may have happened, but these events occurred only in my imagination, because this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business entities, websites, schools, places, events and incidents is purely coincidental, and are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Adult Content Warning

This story is meant solely for adult audiences. It depicts explicit sexual acts involving its 18-19 year-old transgendered protagonist.

If you find this type of material offensive, are not an adult in the jurisdiction where you will read it, or if this content is not legal in the jurisdiction where you will read it, don't read beyond this page of this book. If you proceed further, neither the author nor the websites hosting this content will be responsible for any liabilities or adverse consequences that you may suffer.

A Perfect Pandemic

A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time

Detention

Lara, as Laurence Little called herself while en femme, muted the Beast and mulled his proclamation banning travel from China. Her parents' trip to visit her mom's family in Wuhan, scheduled to end days later, would be indefinitely extended.

So she could continue livestreaming softcore femboi porn to her coterie of fans from the comfort of her bedroom. She tweeted "live show at 5 pm ET," took off her make-up and fake nails, put on her boy clothes and rushed to school, late again.

Her friend Alicia pulled her aside.

"Larry, what's with the earrings? Camming in this morning?"

Lara clasped her hands over her ears. After camming, she'd fallen asleep dressed and forgotten to replace her dangly, double loop hoops with her silver studs.

"Oops..."

"Perfect with your camming slut wear, not so much with that hoodie and jeans."

"Can we swap?"

Alicia removed her silver studs and put on Lara's shimmering earrings.

"Now I get to violate dress code, looking like an internet whore for the day."

"Thanks, Bestie."

"What was on for your birthday?"

"Family party, fortunately it got cancelled. My parents got quarantined in China."

"Scary for them but good for you, let's party."

"Have to keep it down low, nosy neighbors."

"You only turn eighteen once. What do you want?"

"Already have it, my legal hormones. My prescription is in the mail."

After Alicia got knocked up in 11th grade, her doctors put her on transdermal patches for birth control, but they bloated her and she switched to the pill and gave Lara the unused patches for DIY hormone replacement therapy.

Combined with the Spirolactone Lara had wheedled from her shrink, estrogen had begun to work its transformative magic on Lara's breasts and butt so she got a jump start on her official HRT.

"Take me shopping."

"Only if you go as a girl."

Lara didn't want to chance an awkward encounter at the mall.

"Buy me more slut wear on line."

After school, she handed her pink slip to the detention monitor and opened her Spanish book. She barely needed to study Spanish, because she'd grown up with her dad's family speaking it.

Half of her regulars had Latino usernames, so she scripted her upcoming show by sampling in Spanish sex slang borrowed from Columbian T Girl porn into her usual oral/anal solo show..

"Si papi, mas, qué rico, cógeme el culo," yes daddy, more, fuck my ass.

Lara looked across the table into the eyes of Rodrigo Amador, who smirked and mouthed "Que marica hermosa," what a beautiful femboy.

Lara stared into her book, concentrating not on the text, but on how she'd blundered. She must have vocalized as she practiced her porn, with Rodrigo as her audience. She leaned toward him and mouthed:

"Don't you like porn, A-Rod?"

He whispered:"

"Course, but I don't sing the girly lines."

She mouthed "Okay, "chupar mi perra, suck my cock, is that better?"

The detention monitor rapped his knuckles on the white board, pointed at Lara and wrote "+30".

Lara was pissed that A-Rod's wisecrack cost her time she needed to prepare for camming, but she was thrilled by his attention. He was a hot jock, the type she craved.

He served his twenty minutes and before he left, passed her a note her with his cell number.

She thrust it in her backpack and looked over her shoulder at the proctor, who hadn't seen the exchange. She breathed deep to quell her heart's pounding, then looked at the other detainees. Several of them were scary gangster types, but none paid her any notice. She thanked her fairy god mother that none of them had noticed her camming rehearsal.

She contemplated A-Rod's athletic body, good looks and eager attitude. Her hole was hungry. She plotted a seduction.

When she was released, she noticed A-Rod had lingered near the exit. Was he looking to fuck a femboy, sizing up an opportunity?

"You waited for me?"

"Wondering what kind of porn you like?"

"I'll send you a link."

"OK, cool, I'll check it out."

Showtime

Lara prepped for camming. She set one camera at the foot of her bed, the other on the side, and blue toothed them to her laptop. She set out her collection of dildos and a bottle of lube beside a pile of pillows.

She douched her butt with a liter of liquid, then lubed her hole and plugged it with a jewel tipped butt plug. She locked her dicklit in a pink vinyl chastity cage. In a well-practiced routine, she did her make-up, hair, and nails, and put on jewelry lingerie, stockings with garters, and fuck me pumps. At 4:59 she opened her computer and logged in. She had about 20 guests, including a newbie, user-named AR-15.

"Hi guys, it's me, Lara, and I have some new tricks I want to show you."

She propped her ass on a pillow, lifted her legs, looked into the camera and squeezed her ass down on the butt plug. The jewel lifted away from her rose bud anus, and popped back in when she relaxed.

"Oh my god, I hope it's not stuck."

Digital tokens clanked approval.

She pressed again, grimaced and moaned, more coins clanked, and when the widest point of the plug eased past her anal ring, the plug rocketed out and her hole with an audible pop. More tokens jangled.

"I really need to stretch that tight hole."

She used eleven dildos of progressively larger sizes and more challenging shapes. She lubed each one, thrust it in her butt hole, and worked it in in and out, in doggy, in missionary, and she rode like a cowgirl. She gaped and winked her hole as she licked them clean. She throat fucked herself until she gagged and drooled and moved on to the next toy.

"God, I love the taste of my freshly fucked ass, but my wrist is tired. I need a break."

She lit a candle.

"I love candle light, so romantic. And I love hot wax, it's so S&M."

She dripped hot wax on her budding nipples, her imprisoned cock, and her upturned ass, and slapped the wax off her with a paddle. The wax fractured and scattered on her sheets.

"Holy fuck, that hurts so good."

Coins cascaded as she moaned and writhed in pain. But she had learned that camming is most productive if it's brief and intense, so she progressed to her finale.

"I'm so horny, my poor little dicklit's been locked forever. Do you think I can make a hands free sissy-gasm?"

The loudest, longest token shower yet answered her.

She propped 12 inch ball dildo on the floor, and squatted above. She eased in the petite top ball, then sank down on the successively larger balls until she reached the three-inch wide bottom ball. She bounced, swiveled and ground on the toy until her caged cock droplets of cum drizzled out her caged cock.

She captured the tiny load in her fingers.

"Not much, but that's all I can get from my limp little clitty."

She swabbed her cum on to her tongue, and swallowed, and licked the dildo clean.

"I love the flavors of my sissy cum mixed with ass pussy juice."

More tokens clattered, her text box filled with eggplant emoji's and praise.

She smiled, turned, spread her ass cheeks to reveal her pinhole tight butthole.

"See, it's no use. These tools aren't doing the job. Have to try something new next week."

More tokens, a blown kiss, and the show ended.

It was her most lucrative show ever.

A Favorite Fan

Her phone rang. It was A-Rod.

"Wow, was that you?"

"Depends. Who are you?"

"AR-15, course."

"Love the handle."

"I'm so fucking horny."

"Need any help with that?"

"Can I come over now?"

"I'll text you my address. Park down the street, stay in the shadows, I'll unlock the side gate. My parents have got even more cameras than I have."

Lara packed up her dildos and freshened her ass. She started disassembling the cameras, then changed her mind and instead opened a new computer folder entitled "Defloration."

A-Rod texted her from the back yard while she was redoing her make up, so she texted him "It's unlocked, come in." He entered her room as she finished her lips.

"How do I look?"

"Even hotter than the girl on screen."

"Let's get comfortable. Are you cool if I film us?"

"We're making a porno?"

"Something like that. I'll blur your face and tatts."

"Why not, if I'm going tranny chaser, might's well go all in."

"Love your attitude."

Lara tapped her computer, centered her face on the screen, and said "Hi guys, it's Lara again, and one of my favorite fans has stopped by to test his tool on my whore hole. Hope you have as much fun as I do!"

She beckoned A-Rod, into the picture, and she kissed his erect cock's tip.

"Metérmela en la boca, stick it in my mouth."

He grabbed her hair and pumped his dick in her mouth. Lara choked, gagged, and coughed it out. She smiled into the camera, then at A-Rod.

"Sorry, I'm a beginner. I never sucked real cock before."

"You're a virgin?"

She nodded, then sucked him more, getting into the rhythm, synchronizing her breath with his thrusts.

"Mmm, me encanta, I love it, it tastes like a real man. My dicklit tastes so girly."

He pumped harder, his muscles bulged, and his breath heaved.

"Quiero cogerte, I want to fuck you."

Lara tasted a salty wisp of sea foam.

"Quiero que me folles, I want you to fuck me."

"No, stop, I can't help it."

His body spasmed, and shook. The first spurt of A-Rod's load exploded in her mouth like a rogue wave crashing on a tranquil shore. He frosted her face, neck, and boobs with more spurts of simmering semen, then collapsed on the bed beside her.

Lara collected the gooey cum on her finger, licked it and swallowed.

"Delicioso, so yummy. Salty and smooth, like rice porridge."

She adjusted the camera, tea bagged his balls, and squeezed out the last droplets. A-Rod groaned.

"Good 'til the last drop."

She kissed A-Rod. At first, he turned away, but then he joined her in a romantic kiss.

"OK, that's all for now. The main event comes next week."

Lara gargled, went to the kitchen, and returned with two beers. She handed one to A-Rod, who chugged it.

"Wouah, that was a complete fail."

"No way, your load was epic."

"I wanted to fuck you."

"Later, after we go out."

"Go where?"

"Wherever you take girls."

"Want to get some ink?"

"I'd love a back tatt."

"Let's go."

"It can be my birthday present."

Lara drew a heart and wrote "Love Me" in cursive inside it.

"Right above my butt."

"That's so hot."

A-Rod stayed the night and fucked her three times.

Lockdown

Lara met Alicia for coffee after school.

"It's so weird, during school I pretend that I barely know a guy who fucks me afterwards."

"Like me going to school with the scumbag who knocked me up. Girls got to deal with that shit. Why not come out?"

"Too many assholes, and I'm not talking about my favorite body part. And my fuck buddy's buddies aren't exactly woke."

"So just deal with it. I love being your fake GF. You're so femme, I'm feeling kind of gay too."

"I can't wait 'til we finish school. Then I'll go full time."

"Wow, I think we are finished. Check your phone."

"Amazing, they closed school. Thank you God, or whoever, for sending us Corona."

"If they're shutting schools, they'll shut down everything."

"Except sex camming. It's gonna be money time in cam land."

"Enjoy this Starbucks, it could be your last one for a while."

"Want to cam with me tonight? I got a new strap on."

"Got the baby tonight, cuz mom's got to work. What up with Romeo, or Rodrigo?"

"Away game, and the team will party afterwards. I feel like going out because who knows what's coming?"

Lara cammed until 11, then ate a gummy and Ubered to WeHo. The streets were thronged with crowds charged with manic energy. The lines were long, but Lara's shimmering, tight fitting dress, 4 inch stilettos, and winsome smile got her to the front of the line. The security guy stared at Larry's license and then at Lara.

"Got something else to show me?"

She tightened the dress across her groin, revealing a modest, but unmistakably penile lump.

"The internet says this club is trans-friendly."

"You should get that updated."

He handed her a yellow bracelet and waved her in.

She was half way to the bar when a tall, muscled black guy blocked her path.

"Excuse me?"

"No, excuse me, cuz it's my luckiest day."

"Then go buy a lottery ticket."

"I already won it, because here you are, my favorite ever cam girl."

"Who are you?"

"BBC4U."

He was a regular, and a big tipper.

"Now it's my luckiest day too."

They danced to the throbbing techno. He gave her E and poppers, and her body and mind melded with one another. The drugs, even more so than weed, seemed to boost her feminine yin and suppress her yang.

"Should I get us a room?"

"With a big bed and a full minibar. But what about my tip?"

"You know me, baby."

"Make it cash, not tokens."

They walked to the hotel, stopping for bottled water, lube and condoms.

He handed her $500 when they entered the room. She fanned the crisp Franklins like playing cards.

"I've always wanted to do this."

"Honored to be your first."

"Let me freshen up."

She douched her butthole with bottled water, showered the dance floor sweat from her skin, and refreshed her makeup. BBC4U lay naked on the bed, stroking his cock.

"BBC, you more than live up to your name."

"So I'm told. Now suck it and see what happens."

Lara's lips enveloped BBC's cock. His hands guided her motions, slow and steady at first, then accelerating as his pelvis synchronized up thrusts. She paused, took a breath.

"It's massive, and I think it's growing larger."

"Almost as big as the toys you jam up your hole."

Lara lubed her hole.

"Let's find out."

She covered his cock with a Maxxum XXL, sat astride him, and eased herself down.

"Like sitting on a fireplug."

She yo-yo-ed up and down until her sphincters acclimated, then slammed her ass down 'til her buttocks touched his thighs. He bucked upward.

"Oh my god, my fucking god."

"So good, so tight, so hot."

She bounced on his cock 'til she was breathless, then he lifted her legs and mish-ed her, and finally he flipped and doggied her 'til she sensed his coming climax.

"I want your load on my tits."

He pulled out, flung aside his condom, painted her with seven spurts of hot seed.

"Damn, that was good."

She spooned the semen into her mouth.

"My favorite dessert."

"How was the main course?"

"I love hot man meat in my toasty hole."

"You want some more? I can steer a homie of mine this way."

"I can keep the room?"

"And the leftover condoms."

BB left, and tipped her another hundred. By morning, she'd used all the condoms.

Going Remote

Lara was still Larry during Zoom school, but that could be as little as a single morning mouse click. Schoology, LAUSD's remote learning system, was even more worthless than her in person classes had been, so she had plenty of time for more interesting screen views.

Her parents had left her with money to pay expenses, her camming income was good, then Lara got her $1,200 stimulus check. After endless haggling with the mods she'd gotten unbanned from the streaming platform that had suspended her for her some under-aged videos she'd posted last year. So she edited and posted "Defloration", and it was a surprise hit.

She opened a Robinhood account. It was like a videogame with real money. While posting NSFW content on Reddit she discovered a stock trading forum, Wall Street Bets, and bought some stocks that other Redditors touted.

She called A-Rod to film a sequel, but half his family had gotten Covid and his grandma had died, so he was in quarantine. She was horny as hell, but the clubs were all closed, and escorting was too risky. She was bored, and needed a pandemic project.

The world was standing still, frozen by fear and lockdowns, but as a T-Girl in transition Lara needed to progress. For the first time, Lara had money and free time to shop on line. And in the newly locked-down world, there were deals to be had.

She found one on Groupon: Beverly Hills breast enhancements, normally $10,000, were going for $4,000. She booked an appointment, got measured over Zoom, and called Alicia.

"Hey Bestie, need a ride to Beverly Hills tomorrow morning."

"The stores are all closed."

"Not going to a store, I'm buying new tits."

"You're crazy, you'll catch Corona."

"Surgeons always wear masks. I can probably get us some."

The streets were empty, so parking was no problem. The nurse offered them masks, and wore one herself. Lara handed her Larry's driver's license.

"I really need a new one, but the DMV's closed."

"It's okay, we operate on transgirls often."

The doctor showed Lara her implants:

"Wow, they're huge."

"Your muscles will compress them, they'll look great."

The doctor marked her chest, she lay on a gurney, felt the prick of the needle and a cold rush of opioids in her arm, and woke up to the beep of a heart monitor.

She pulled down her covers and peered through the newly formed mounds of silicone encased in a coobie bra. The doctor entered, looked at her machine readings, and typed a note on his cell phone.

"Unless you need more down time, you can leave now."

"Can I keep my mask?"

"Included in your price. The nurse will give you your aftercare instructions. Call my cell if you have any bleeding, and no rough play with those new toys for at least six weeks."

The nurse handed her some OxyContin and antibiotic samples.

"More will be coming in the mail. Make sure you take the full course of antibiotics but try to get off the Oxy as soon as possible."

She almost stumbled when she got up. 900 centiliters of silicone had thrown her off balance.

Alicia helped her into the car.

"You went big!"

"Far from the biggest they had, but extra high profile. I can't wait to shop for bras."

Parental Control

Lara's phone flashed the +86 country code. It was her mom.

"Larry, how are you, darling."