I’m rounding out the week with an excerpt from another recent Coming Together release, Coming Together Outside the Box. This volume, edited by speculative erotica author and podcast publisher Nobilis Reed, benefits the Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation, an organization dedicated to finding a cure for this vicious and unrelenting cancer.
The theme for this anthology is “pioneers”. The contributors have interpreted this in a variety of ways. My own story, written expressly for this collection, is a humorous tale of a shy young man who finally dares to cross-dress at a Star Trek convention.
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You’ll find a bit from “To Boldly Go” below. Links to all the hop posts follow.
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“You’ve got to be kidding! No way am I going to EnterCon in drag!”
My best friend Lorelei bats her mascara-laden lashes. “You know you want to....”
“Yeah, well, I want to get up close and personal with Benedict Cumberbatch, too. It’s not going to happen!”
Lo assumes a well-practiced pout. “But you’d make such a great Uhura. Come on! You’ve done it before.”
“Sure, I’ve dressed up in some of your less slutty outfits and gone clubbing with you. But this is different. Despite George Takei, Trek cons aren’t exactly gay friendly. Remember last year, in Tulsa? The crowd almost killed that Kirk and Spock when they found the two in a slash scene.”
“That was God forsaken Oklahoma, Jeremy! Nothing like that’s going to happen in San Jose!” She flashes me a deceptively innocent smile. “Anyway, by the time I’m done with you, it’ll be impossible to tell you’re not a girl.”
A little thrill sings through me at that – Lo knows me all too well. It’s not that I want to be a woman. I mean, I’d never go under the knife. I’m very happy with my dick, thank you very much. But I love the way I feel in female clothing – pretty, flirtatious, desirable, far bolder than the meek, nerdy web developer I am in the real world. Just imagining myself as the tall, dignified, curvy starship lieutenant has me half hard. It would be pretty tough to hide my excitement if I were to actually go along with Lorelei’s scheme.
Yeah, I know most drag queens hide their junk between their legs, but that’s just too uncomfortable for me. I don’t plan to enter a bikini contest or anything. A pair of elasticized control panties keeps my bulge fairly discreet.
“I’ve got a red velour shift that will be perfect. It flares at the hips and will be plenty long enough to cover your crotch.”
“Lorelei, you’re impossible!” My blush probably doesn’t show under my dark skin, but hot embarrassment makes me squirm. Lorelei shoots a pointed glance at the obvious swelling in my jeans.
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