Perversions Galore

The Tranny Flat Legend as recalled by Mr Trouble

Are you gurls sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.

Once upon a time, some thirty years ago, in a little valley in Wales there lived a family by the name of Jones. God fearing, they went regularly to Chapel and by a miracle they were blessed with a beautiful red haired daughter.

Because of her great beauty they called her Charlotte. But they weren’t aware of the other characteristics of Charlottes. They’re said to be very good in bed and the girl that all the guys are secretly in love with. All that turned out to be very true, as our tale will tell. They’re also said not to be wild or crazy. Again as we shall see, how wrong can you get?

Living just down the road from the Jones’s was the Boyo family. Now they had a son, a bit older than Charlotte, who was called Danny Boyo. Now he was not like other boys and seemed more interested in playing with Charlotte’s dolls than climbing trees and other boyish pursuits. Now this did not bother Charlotte as she rapidly became leader of the village gang and went around like the Pied Piper of Hamelin with all the village boys, apart from Danny, following.

It was soon noticed that Charlotte seemed to have magical powers. She only had to look at the worst behaved boys in the village and they immediately fell quite. She gave out orders and they obeyed. Running errands, fetching and carrying all was instantly done. Danny spent most of his time in Charlotte’s house and in return for playing with her dolls he had to keep her room clean and tidy. A hard task for Charlotte had no idea of time and never put anything away. Indeed it was rumoured that Charlotte often deliberately tipped everything out of her wardrobe just before Danny arrived.

At first her control of the village lads was welcomed. A sense of quiet had descended. Petty thieving had stopped. Old ladies were no longer being harassed. But what was attracting the youngsters’ attention and where were all the young girls going? Why did the carpet beater keep disappearing? The truth began to dawn when several of the mothers found unexplained bruises on their son’s backsides. Charlotte it appeared had told them that it was to make them run faster on their errands. And if they took their beatings without a whimper they would be rewarded. No one knew how until pornographic images were found lying around the village. Shock! Horror! Soon the boys and girls were under Charlotte’s guidance trying out for themselves what they had seen in the images. Charlotte had become a thorn in the side of the devout villagers and thus was the legend of Scarlett Thorne was born!

Now known as Scarlett the Sex, she realised she could no longer stay in the village. But what could she do and where could she go? The siren whistle of the train beckoned and there standing erect on the platform was another of her fans, Gordon the Guard. ” Hi Beefy”, she said. “Where you going with this train?” “Paddington, gateway to Sin City”, he replied. “But I have no money”, she cried, as she flashed her beautiful green eyes and adjusted her cleavage. “No worry, I’ll punch your ticket any time”, said George.

And that’s why no tickets were ever checked on that train as George had disappeared only to be discovered hours later gagged and tied to the luggage rack. And to this day the guards on this line are so frightened by the tales of what happened to poor George that a certain red head traveller is never asked for her ticket.

Alone in London and penniless what could she do? Well, she thought of Wales and not surprisingly was soon the most sought after lady in town! Compared to her Belle de Jour was a mere amateur!

Then one day she met Thomas the Trouble, an elder of the Chapel in her little town in Wales, on one of his frequent Have it Awayday trips. He gave her thrills like she had never had before – was it the dog collar? But he was different. To him sexual pleasure was not just a good fuck. He needed depravity and perversions to get his rocks off. “Throw away those evening gowns and cocktail dresses and delicate shoes. Replace them with latex and rubber dresses and cat suits. Sell the bed and get a medical chair,” he kept suggesting. What a weirdo she thought. But maybe I’ll give it a whirl.

Now Trouble loved to visit London’s dives, especially vodka bars. One day staring across the room he saw a familiar face from the past. Could it be Danny Boyo? But he had bright red lipstick and was in a somewhat slutty dress! But his gaze was returned. And yes it was Danny. Over several bottles they discussed their journeys through life. Danny opened Trouble’s eyes to the Tranny World whilst Trouble explained how he had met Scarlett and was leading her into a new and perverse World.

“Quick” said Danny. “Don’t let her get rid of her beautiful clothes and shoes! They’re just what a gurl like me needs.” And so they went off to see Scarlett and tell her of their depraved thoughts. Danny told her such a sob story about the plight of gurls like him that she offered him all her old clothes. Indeed so moved was Scarlett byDanny’s tale that she decided to set up a haven for tranny gurls.

And thus the legend of the Tranny Flat was born.

Meanwhile Trouble was encouraging Scarlett into more and more filthy and depraved ways. ‘Wear the latex!’ He cried and so she did crying out that it made her feel deliciously sweaty and horny. She learned that electric shock could be a beautiful thing and couldn’t contain her orgasms with excitement as Trouble introduced her to inserting sounds into boys and other medical depravities. Trouble also explained how tranny gurls yearned to be fucked up the arse and that those that plied a slutty trade needed a special gym to keep them fit. And so the Tranny Flat became the Arse Training Gym of London. And of course the natural venue for the Depravity Olympics.

Scarlettt was so enjoying trying all these new perversions that one day when with Mr Trouble she couldn’t bothered to break off to have a pee and instead gushed all over him.

“What a mess” she exclaimed later, “I really can’t be fucked to clear it up. But it’s about time that Danny realised who is the boss. I’m tired of him taking the piss, messing up my clothes, expecting a regular arse fuck and drinking all my vodka. From now on he will serve me and keep this place clean and tidy. If he fails his arse will be wacked and not fucked.”

Legend has it that the Tranny Flat still exists today but because of all the clothes bought by Danny, the Tranny Flat has had to move to a mansion. To casual passers by it appears to be a nunnery because of the chanting of prayers that can oft be heard. In truth Scarlett has never forgotten that as Charlotte she was a daughter of the Chapel and prays every night before sleep. What is not realised is that she is giving thanks for the day’s depravity and seeking even more tomorrow.

The End