T* fiction, and you
11:10 p.m. -- 2008-06-24
In addition to the 'help' resources, forums, blogs and social websites, one of the things that the embryonic transvestite will find online is... tranny fiction.
There is a great deal of this. Maybe tens of thousands of stories, in fact! A surprisingly large number of them... but you'd be forgiven for thinking there were less: they are so formulaic that 99% of them can be summarised in about fifty different storylines.
A generation ago, Gillian Freeman wrote 'The Undergrowth of Literature', in which she examined the publications of the various subcultures: gays, transvestites, rubber fetishists, BDSM enthusiasts and others. With journalistic thoroughness, she examined the people, and the magazines that cater (or rather, catered) to them. Freeman is impartial, but ruthless: where she finds crappy literature, she reports it as such. Transvestite fiction, it seems, is particularly lacking in quality.
Then again, we all know that. We've all read tiny, rushed little stories that never appear to have been proof-read: badly spelled as if the author already had one hand in his knickers, and couldn't wait to finish the story so he could get back to matters in hand.
It's crud. But then so is pornography. The mainstream tits and bum (and worse) magazines have always left me cold. Show me a pornographic magazine and I'll focus on the flint-hard eyes of the model, and sympathise. Few things could be less erotic, to be honest. Sometimes, in a more innocent setting, I suppose I might admire her underwear, or her makeup... but that's it. Certainly not the implausible crappy plotline, limping along with stupid captions (or the wooden acting and stilted dialogue in a pornographic video).
And yet I read transvestite fiction, which is no less formulaic. (Usually, innocent boy gets tricked, seduced, blackmailed, hypnotised or otherwise forced to start down a slippery slope towards femininity...)
The characters are barely fleshed out at all. Their motivation is unlikely, and their behaviour usually runs contrary to what any normal person would do in real life. Deus ex machinae are dropped into the story, in the form of magical transformations, wonder drugs, or science fiction technologies. The central character is helpless to resist... and advances (as Gillian Freeman put it) "...towards capitulation and an acceptance of constant femininty."
This is what transvestites look for in our erotica. And why not? The guilt of cross-dressing is gone. If my wicked step-mother who hates boys has been playing hypnotic messages to me while I'm asleep, and slipping pills into my orange juice, it's not my fault!
On with the story: so I end up developing breasts, but I can't miss out on my schooling, can I? So I'll have to pretend to be my cousin from out of town, so I can still attend my classes. At school, I get into all kinds of scrapes to avoid being recognised by the guys I used to hang out with... and one of the girls discovers my secret, but she watches my back. She thinks it's really cool, because I can be her new best friend, and I can sleep over because as far as her parents are concerned, I'm a girl.
Actually, I just made that up... but (with different names and dialogue) something like that story probably exists in two dozen forms. Some authors seem to write the same story over and over again. For example, the endless succession of stories that feature a man being turned into a mannequin and having to remain in a shop window forever, being dressed in various different outfits. There are also a great many in which the victim is turned into a piece of female clothing: far more than the concept warrants, to be honest. You get the feeling that the author isn't a transvestite as such, but a pioneer ina whole new sub-kink. Ditto the obsession with aprons that you will find in scores of stories by 'Bea'.
One major differentiating element in tranny fiction is whether the victim is subjected to gay sex. Some authors (and presumably readers) like this angle; others don't. Personally, I always stop reading a story once it becomes clear that the central character is going to to be used by a man; I'm just not interested. But if you are, well, best of luck to you!
Despite my gripe that tranny fiction is formulaic, I have to admit that some of it presses exactly the right buttons for me. To read about the male being rendered helpless, and put through a process of feminisation... that's exactly what a lot of us cross-dressers would like to experience.
Some words of warning about tranny fiction: under no circumstances should you show it you your wife or girlfriend, during the early stages of your 'coming out'. It might seem concise and straightforward - even honest - to be able to say "this is the kind of person I am" but you will be doing yourself a great dis-service. That's not the kind of person you are, because you don't live in a fantasy world. (In reality, there are very few secret hideaways full of women who are developing drugs to turn captured males into females... get a grip!)
To the wife or girlfriend, who is likely to stumble across some tranny fiction while searching for information about the cross-dressing condition, I would say: don't worry! This is fiction, and he knows it, too. He only believes this crap for ten seconds or so, right before he ejaculates. And sex games you are reading about (or being asked to orchestrate) do not indicate a 24/7 lifestyle need for your transvestite lover. He'll say and do all kinds of things in pursuit of an orgasm... but after that, he'll return to normality very quickly. This is not to say that you ought to play along with any such scenario... I am merely trying to limit the damage that any such attempt will cause. For both your sakes, you should both recognise the boundary between reality and the world of transvestite fiction.
If only it didn't turn us on so easily! Our buttons are just too easy to push. But I'll write more about that, and my own experiences, later.
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