Old Habbits die hard

It was initially difficult to transition back into the porn industry, but Crystal Minx had been nothing if not crafty. Over the years she had established a network across the industry in all its different forms and had a way into the gay porn sector. Tony Russo had a generally good reputation as giving people a shot, and Crystal had met him once or twice at awards parties and found him easy enough to negotiate with. When Don Connors showed up in Tony’s office, with his rough, handsome looks it wasn’t long before he was signed into a contract.

The initial scenes she had booked skewed very much into old fashioned tropes, playing into the fact that she appeared to be a traditionally masculine straight guy who would ‘discover’ that he loved taking it up the ass. The experience was interesting and exciting in a whole new way. She had done hundreds of scenes before as a woman, including anal, but it was a completely new experience to perform as a male. She had spent a whole week with various butt plugs in place, fucking herself was different dildos to get the right feel for anal sex as a man. And she had discovered the joy of having a prostate, and how that one particular point deep in her ass could make her cum like it was no one’s business.

When the day came, and she felt her scene partner spear through the puckered entrance of her new ass, Crystal howled with delight. What followed was several more bookings, sucking cock and being fucked in the ass, and even, in a few occasions, getting to fuck pretty twinks with her new cock and feeling the euphoria of having his shaft squeezed so tightly and deliciously by a hot ass.

But it was just the beginning. The hormone therapy was continuing, and soon the plastic surgery would follow.

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Back home you and your family were a mess. Your Dad’s disappearance had scared the shit out of you all, but that fright had quickly turned into the sting of betrayal when, not two days after reporting him missing, that the cops arrived at your doorstep, dully informing you that “Don Connors” had called into a police station to inform that he was not missing, and was not in danger. You couldn’t argue with it, because that would mean exposing the mad science that had put a pornstar in your father’s body. Instead you merely held your mother as she wept.

You felt powerless and afraid for your father, and whatever had become of him.