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About the author:
Yumi Cox is a young writer on the rise from the beautiful city of Newcastle, Australia via Kyoto, Japan. Growing up amongst the rich culture of Japan, Yumi was able to explore her imagination through comic books, short stories and classic novels.
Moving to Australia at age thirteen, she experienced passion, love and sex for the first time, which she channels into her writing. Yumi spends her time equally between the traditional and reserved Japan and the youthful and vibrant Australia.
Yumi chose to become a writer of erotic romance in order to embrace the duality of her life.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book was inspired by stories my friend would tell me of his experiences with transexuals. He travelled the world and had many funny and interesting interactions. They made for great idea generators for a creative girl like me.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I started to zone out and clear my mind of everything using a technique my coaches had taught me. I had just begun to relax again when I heard the door open. I immediately tightened up and stood tall to create a menacing silhouette. My sanctuary was about to be broken. Next I heard what seemed like a pair of stilettos walk from the door a few steps towards me. That’s weird, I listened attentively, as they came closer. I was very curious to see who had just joined me.
Perhaps it’s a girl who was a bit tipsy and had mistakenly gone into the wrong toilet? She didn’t seem to be staggering and it was very early in the night. But why was she standing behind me? There had to be a logical reason.
Perhaps the queue for the woman’s toilet was really long? So, being a modern and confident woman, she decided to use the gent’s toilet instead, I tried to rationalise. Maybe that’s why she stopped, to wait until I finished up. My mind continued to race. She had been standing behind me for a minute or two by now. What was she doing? I felt like I may have been being sized up.
Perhaps she had seen me walk across the room and wanted to meet me and thought this was a way to get my attention and some one-on-one time? But she hadn’t said a word and was still a good ten feet behind me. Perhaps she was checking out my rig, I laughed to myself? No that can’t be it. It still didn’t make sense. I continued to rack my brain for a logical answer.
I caught a smell of floral perfume and heard the steps start again. Now she was coming straight towards me. I thought she was going to walk into me at any moment. This is getting weirder, I thought, as she stepped up to the trough right next to me. I could feel the softness of her top against the hairs on my arm.
She had taken a position at the trough only inches away. A whole trough for at least a dozen guys and she chose to stand immediately to my right. I felt that my personal space had been invaded but was curious to see whether I was happy for that outcome or not. She definitely seemed to be aware of me and had me in her sights.
I casually glanced to my right. Standing there was a drop-dead gorgeous brunette wearing a black knitted long sleeve top, tight leather skirt, stockings and black 4-inch stilettos. She was tall, probably just over 6ft with her shoes on, but slender. She was standing back a step so as not to catch her stilettos in the trough grate.
I couldn’t remember having seen her outside during the night. Surely, I would have noticed and remembered this absolute goddess. She represented everything I looked for in a woman. She was tall, slim, fit and had a tight body in all the right places. Again, I racked my brain, so why was she standing next to me in the gent’s toilets?
Perhaps the alcohol had affected me, I reasoned. Sure, I hadn’t had alcohol often, and not since the beginning of the current pre-season five months ago. But alcohol never affected me like this. It didn’t make sense.