A Perfect Pandemic: A Transsexual Transition in a Troubled Time

“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.