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[Author's Note: I could have started this story in October after I'd finished "Celeb Tgurls 30: Lindsay Lohan". I had a few free days between my Halloween stories over on KB in early October to start it. But there was just one problem . . .

My Constant Readers who come around even for my "Celeb Tgurls" stories (I have no way idea how many hits these stories get get; since RU's upgraded look I can no longer see my story count), they know the history behind this series is quite different than my on-hiatus KB series "When They Were Preteens", and my RU series "Making Babies" and "Cougars Making Babies".

With the above two RU series, I do the stories in "cycles" of four, but I purposefully choose the four female celebrities I'm going to use. I do "Celeb Tgurls" in cycles of four also, but the choosing process is not as "scientific" . . .

You see, when I first thought up "Celeb Tgurls", I'd been on a Google Image Search and marveling over all of the female celebrity images photoshopped not only to be nude, but to be having a cock. When the inspiration hit me, I just started writing a list of the celebrity "shemales" I'd seen, no theme, rhyme or reason.

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And that's how I write them, based on that short list (compared to how many stories I've written in the other three series).

Along the way as I was adding to the list of female celebrities I wanted to turn into shemales, I'd also add other female celebrities that I hadn't seen shemale photoshops of. Which is what makes this celebrity series harder than previous celebrity series, and challenging, which is what keeps writing interesting instead of coming to me more easily much of the time.

In the majority of cases with my "Celeb Tgurls" series, I have no story in mind ahead of time, just the photoshopped celebrity shemale image(s). Then, I have those entries that have no story idea(s), and have no photoshopped celebrity shemale images for story inspiration.

This is one of them. In fact, images of Suzanne Crough other than when she was on The Partridge Family are rare. There are a few of her up to when to gave up acting, and there are some of her just before she passed away in 2015 from health complications.

As October crawled along, my mind kept turning back to the dilemma of how I'll do this story. And slowly some ideas came to me. More will inevitably come as I write it. I hope you enjoy this "Celeb Tgurls" entry ~ G]

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Celeb Tgurls 31: Suzanne Crough
by GEMINGUY (11/2022)
Email: iamgeminiguy at yahoo dot com

[ORIGINAL; Celebrity Fetish
Curious Lots Of Cum
M/TS
Hand Job Cumshot Oral Sex 1st Time/Anal]

Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, VERY LOOSELY BASED ON A REAL PERSON.

[All the biographies I've seen about Suzanne Crouch mention her last acting role was in 1980 (she was born in March 1963), she went to College in Los Angeles then owned a bookstore until 1993.
I'm going to assume she graduated College in 1985, so I'm going to set this alternate reality story in Los Angeles in 1988 ~ G]

I consider myself an average, ordinary guy. Well, more than average, more than ordinary. I'm Irish-Italian, dark blonde-haired, green-eyed, 6'5" and athletically built, I wouldn't say I'm handsome, but the women I've bedded would. I've been told I'm charming and charismatic. And when I smile women have visibly become "weak in the knees".
The surprising part for some people is, I'm forty but have no problem bagging woman half my age. Well, to my friends and family the really surprising part was I never married or at least got serious about one woman.

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If you were to ask my interests and/or hobbies, I guess I'd say hitting the gym, women [obviously!], one night stands, watching television, listening to music, going to the movies often, reading. The usual I guess.
People are surprised I'm a reader. I love to read. Always have. What's not to love about reading? Hollywood is always turning a book into a movie and failing. A movie can't capture the essence of a story like reading can. Ninety-five, a hundred minute, there's no one you can fully tell the story of a six hundred page novel.
My house is pretty sparse. It doesn't have that woman's touch of course. You've got to walk up a lot of steps to get up to it overlooking my street. You walk in, you got a wide hallway with no lights that ends at the kitchen, the biggest room in the house. And the one I spend the least time in.
The first door on the left is the living room. Strictly my Entertainment Room. On one wall blocking the three windows in the room is my Entertainment system cabinet. A massive television in the middle of the solid oak cabinet hooked up to speakers around the rectangle-shaped room as well as a state-of-the-art CD disc changer.

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The whole bottom of the cabinet was pull drawers, filled with my CD collection, each separated so the cases don't get scratched. Either side of the television/CD disc changer were long cabinet double doors. On the left, all my favorite pre-recorded VHS movies. On the right, all of my favorite television shows I recorded myself on blank VHS tapes.
Back to the hallway. Just before it ends and opens up into the kitchen, the bathroom is on the right. Nothing special. Sink. Toilet. Bathtub. Across the hall is the linen closet. Mostly empty. Hey, I'm a guy. I have like two sets of sheets, bath towels and a few over-sized beach towels [I love going to the beach, maintaining my tan and swimming - best full-body exercise] in white, dark blue and black.
Off of the kitchen on the left, three bedrooms. Mine is at the back of the house. The middle two, full of books. I have floor-to-ceiling bookcases right from the left side of the bed, around the room all the way to the the right side of the bed, the headboard matching and also fitted for more books. Each room has a set of bookcases that open up like a secret room which is a walk-in closet with a bureau.

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My bedroom is the Master Bedroom of course. Larger bed, wood-panelled walls, nightstands, bureau, dresser, and two walls of bookcases, all done up in dark maroon. The walk-in closet is also hidden behind a bookcase panel.
That's the main floor. I have a finished basement and attic. If I wanted I could put a few bedrooms in both, there's already a full bathroom in both the basement and attic. I have a Game Room in the basement with a full bar, on the rare occasion that I entertain friends. Sometimes a friend or two will pop by for a few friendly games of pool. Even rarer a woman I'll bring home is an avid pool player.
Speaking of pool, I have an Olympic-sized swimming pool in my backyard, which is surrounded by 20' stone wall which is surrounded by impenetrable woods. It's kind of like I live in a Fortress like in Sting's song.
Now that I've told you where I live, what my home is like, I need to backtrack, and tell you about one more interest/hobby of mine. It's related to books and television.

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For some reason I'm very fascinated by the phenomenon of former child stars, especially one who dont make it in the entertainment industry once the grow up, or even before that.
I record shows about former child stars, and read by books about them. Their stories are sad, yet very fascinating. I've even met many former child stars, even was good friends with some.
This story is about one particular child star, whom I knew while she was famous, if you can call it that. I'd found her particularly fascinating as a person as well.
I had made friends with this guy during my Senior year of College. We'd often visit his older sister and her family on the weekends and school breaks. Her and her husband had many children, the youngest was named Suzanne.
She was a redhead with freckles. But instead of being Irish, she was Scottish [as well as Canadian]. She was funny and didn't seem shy. I grew attached to her, and we become good friends, despite our fifteen year age difference. It's not like I wanted to date her! I was busy with girls my own age [not that she or her family knew that, it wasn't public knowledge that I was a womanizer].

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I was a fan of the new sitcom The Brady Bunch [it was sad what became of Cousin Oliver from the fifth and final season . . .]. I wanted to ball mom Carol and oldest daughter/sister Marcia, but as the show progressed I got the hots for middle sister Jan [but that's another story . . .].
During it's second season, the network teamed it up with the new sitcom called The Partridge Family. Of course since I was already watching The Brady Bunch, I watched that show too [and immediately wanted to ball mom Shirley!].
To my pleasant surprise, my little friend Suzanne was playing tambourine-playing, youngest daughter Tracey! Suzanne being the youngest by eight years, her older siblings had little to do with her, so she was always happy to see me.
She didn't mind me asking questions about what it was like working on The Partridge Family and what the cast was like. Of course I was interested in Shirley [and I did get to fuck her, despite her being married to David Cassidy's dad (but that's also a story for another time . . .)].

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Suzanne invited me on the set [I'm sure you'd figured that out already of course] many times. David Cassidy and I became friends, being about two years apart. He was very different than his character Keith, and could shred a guitar like Jimi Hendrix!
Susan Dey would follow me around like a puppy when I'd visit the set. During season four there'd been talk that the network wanted to continue The Partridge Family without David Cassidy since he wanted to leave. Somehow Susan had gotten ahold of my phone number [I wasn't around by season four - more in that breaking news later!] and said I should audition if that happens.
"You're like a blonde Keith Partridge," She said, sighing.
I rolled my eyes, but had to admit, I was starting to take an interest in her [not to mention she was over twenty-one by then].
Danny Bonaduce was exactly like his character on the show. We got to be good friends and have kept in touch.
Anyhow, before the fourth season started, I got a promotion at my job and a transfer. It was after that that I bought the house I own now. And then Suzanne's family moved too, and I lost touch with them.

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I continued to watch The Partridge Family and The Brady Bunch of course, not knowing it was the last season for both sitcoms. Even when I got that call from Susan and read the rumors in the newspapers it still hadn't crossed my mind that early 1974 would be the end.
When The Partridge Family did end, I wondered what would become of Suzanne [and the rest of the cast of course - but mostly Suzanne]. I regularly checked the newspapers for any mention of her on new shows or guest starring on something, maybe in a movie.
Sometime later there was a Saturday morning cartoon called The Partridge Family 2200 A.D. and Suzanne was the voice of Tracy [though not all of the cast came back to voice their characters]. That didn't last anywhere as long as the show had.
I didn't see her in anything until 1977. She was in the sitcom Mulligan's Stew as Stevie Freeman. Wow, Suzanne had grown up a lot since I'd last seen her. Tall and shapely, her freckles more pronounced she had become quite attractive.
Unfortunately the show was cancelled after a few months. In 1978 she appeared in the short movie Teenage Father as Kim. She'd grown more beautiful and curvy.

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After that, it was two years before Suzanne appeared again in 1980, in Children Of Divorce as seventeen year old Kate. She was playing a cheerleader and she looked amazing.
After that, Suzanne just seemed to disappear. I kept checking all of the newspapers and entertainment magazines, but I didn't even come across any mention of her.
I'd always worried if she'd be able to make the transition from child star to adult star. Growing up in the spotlight is almost never easy for anyone so young, being taken advantage of by your manager, your agent, the television/movie studios, your own parents.
I'm not saying I didn't trust Suzanne's parents of course. I did wish I knew how to reach them. All the old numbers had changed, no one knew where they'd moved to, I can only blame myself for not making sure to stay in touch . . .
I never forgot about Suzanne, and I continued checking the newspapers and celebrity magazines. A lot of time passed by. Eight years in fact.
I hadn't changed much myself. I was still an avid reader, buying at least one new book every weekend. I had favorite book stores, and I was always looking for used bookstores and other book stores I'd never been to before. You just never know what you'll find.

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The statement "You never know what you'll find", there's never been a truer statement spoken. Really, at any given moment you really don't know what you'll find. Or to add on to that, who you'll find.
A friend told me his sister and her family came to visit him, and before arriving in town, they passed through one of the smaller towns nearly and found a nice little used bookshop. Knowing my "fondness" of used books, he thought he'd let me know.
The next afternoon, I decided to take a ride out of town to visit that used bookstore. I hadn't found anything of interest in my usual bookstores in a very long time. I was hoping I'd stroke gold with this one.
I found it was in a residential area, the first floor of a house well above the street level. Except for the stone steps, the whole property was elevated above street level, a long stone wall that stopped just below my chest ran on either side of the steps, with thick shrubbery running along the top, following the stone steps up. Small Evergreen trees grew heavily behind the shrubbery, obscuring the front of the house except for the wide wooden staircase where the stone steps finally ended.

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The steps opened to a large porch. On the right side, a wooden railing by the second floor door. On the left, there was a self-contained area with a porch swing, a long, heavy-looking bench, a round table bolted to the floor and several chairs.
Beside the self-contained area to its right, the wall was rounded with three display windows behind iron grating. Various books were displayed in the window. The rounded wall ended, next to the first floor door.
Both front also had iron grating doors instead of screen doors, but first floor's was locked open. The front doors were heavy-looking doors with a window on on the top third part of them. There were heavy black curtains behind both windows, the second floor's were drawn, but the first floor's were open.
The hours were posted on the door below the window, but I didn't need to look at it, since an OPEN sign was up in the window.
I grabbed the door handle and pushed down the unlatching mechanism at the top of it, then pushed the door open. A bell tinged over the door, announcing my entrance.
It was like entering another world . . . And when it comes to book stores, that's a good sign to me. A best book stores always do.

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Of course houses are made of trees, but the walls, ceiling and floor, looked as if someone carved out the inside of a tree. All of the bookshelves and displays seemed to have trees branches growing out of them.
It had been sunshiny bright outside. Inside, not as bright. But it was just the perfect amount of light to see all the books clearly. It was perfect for reading in as well.
Of course as every good book store does, it had more than just books. They sold bookmarkers, fancy book ends in fairy tale-style, as well as fairy tale-style knick-knacks in the Fantasy book section.
There were lots of used books, but the place wasn't cluttered with them. There was lots of room to move about.
At first I was alone as I perused the book selections. There was a opening in the back wall high up which I hadn't paid much attention to really. But someone saw me through it and -
"I'll be right out!" The feminine voice called out.
My head turned but the person was already gone. In the far corner there was a velvet curtain I hadn't notice before. It was behind me to one side, and I heard the soft rustle as someone emerged, someone who got a good look at me before I turned to see them [some book titles had caught my interest].

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"Good afternoon and welcome to -"
She suddenly stopped and I heard soft gasp.
"Oh my goodness . . ." She said softly. "I can't believe it's really you . . ."
I turned to see a young woman smiling up at me. It wasn't really that difficult to recognize her eight years.
"Suzanne?!?" I said incredulously.
She began to smile, and I saw that child-like glint in her hazel eyes, like she'd had back in her Partridge Family days. She launched herself at me, hugging me tight, her cheek against my chest. But I could so feel her very large breasts against my stomach as well.
"When we moved away I thought I'd never see you again!!!" Suzanne blurted out.
I was somewhat taken aback by her emotionally powerful declaration. I'd had no idea she would've missed me that much being just a kid the last time we saw each other. I guess it's true what the say, you can't judge a book by its cover. Or in this case a record by its record album.
"I thought the same thing," I admitted. "After your last movie I'd heard nothing about you. I had no idea what happened to you."
Suzanne let go of me, looking sheepish, wiping her cheeks because she'd cried a little.
"I just wanted to go to College, give my life more options," Suzanne explained.