New book! Age-Regression! Femdom!

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Behold, my latest collaboration with the one and only Anonymous!  More than one of these has gone on to become a #1 best-seller, so it is safe to say we bring the cosmic chemistry.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cute follows the adventures of a cruel, domineering step-mother as she viciously strips her teen-age stepson of his budding masculinity and reduces him to a 12 year old girly girl.  It’s a fun, old-fashioned read.  Check it out!

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Behold, my latest collaboration with the one and only Anonymous!  More than one of these has gone on to become a #1 best-seller, so it is safe to say we bring the cosmic chemistry.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cute follows the adventures of a cruel, domineering step-mother as she viciously strips her teen-age stepson of his budding masculinity and reduces him to a 12 year old girly girl.  It’s a fun, old-fashioned read.  Check it out!

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First off, I promise more installments of the Star Trek story soon.  I have been neglecting it, though I do have a new short story coming out soon, and I am 65,000 words into BB2, and surging toward finishing the first draft.  Plus, I have designed more awesome stuff, including a few subtle designs based on TG media which most people won’t ever get, but those who do… well, they will be the one we want to meet!

I am buying and wearing these myself, so if I get reactions i will post them here one of these days.

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I also have some designs that are not TG, but are very flirty and sexy.  For example this one:

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It’s fun stuff, and I will be adding more over the next week, so check back frequently!

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This may be my craziest idea yet, but I decided to post a bunch of gender bendery stuff on Redbubble and make it available in many forms– posters, notebooks, stickers, t-shirts and even mini-skirts.  All kinds of stuff! Of course, to wear these out would be bold, but there is plenty of stuff you could just have in your house!

In any case, even if you don’t buy, take a gander!  I will be adding new material regularly, and it can be fun just to window shop, right?

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Kirk XI

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In the morning, James Kirk showered, fixed his hair, pulled on his bra and panties and then wiggled into his little red uniform.  He fixed his hair again, then pulled on his boots and headed out to report to his new duty officer, Lieutenant Harriet Lubbuck.  His stomach knotted up once more of indignity of it all, assigned to Health and Morale.  A man with his skill set?  He’d taken advantage of Spock’s suggestion and gone to dinner with Chekov, and having a man with him had made all the difference.  But reporting for duty was something else entirely.  He couldn’t show up holding some man’s hand for support.

He arrived. Of course, Lubbock kept him waiting, so he sat primly in the outer office, knees together, hands in his lap.   Finally, Lubbock’s secretary told him he could go in, and Kirk got up and headed in, taking a position in front Lubbock, who was seated behind her desk.  Kirk stood at attention and said, “Captain James Kirk, reporting for duty.”

“At ease,” Lubbock said, looking Kirk over.  “Sit.”

Kirk sat and looked at Lubbock.  She had once been pretty.  He could see that, and she still had a certain attractiveness to her, though her face was etched with lines of worry and command, and her eyes were cold.  “Miss Kirk,” Lubbock said.  “Welcome to the Barbies.”

“Pardon me?”  Kirk said, surprised to hear the term come from Lubbock’s mouth.

‘Oh, I know what they call us,” Lubbock said.  “Don’t act so surprised.  In any case, you certainly fit the description.  You look like a Barbie doll come to life now, Captain.”

“You, too?”  Kirk said.  “Isn’t there anyone on this ship who isn’t obsessed with how I look? “I didn’t come here to discuss my appearance?”

“Your appearance matters very much.  I demand all of my staff dress and comport themselves with excellence at all times.   Your uniform is impeccable, but your hair is sloppy, and you will need to start wearing make-up.”

“Star Fleet does not–”

“I require all of my female staff members to wear make-up, Miss Kirk.”  Lubbock’s voice had gone cold, hard and commanding.  A bit of the West Texas accent she spent years hiding snuck back in.  “It is a part of a female officer’s proper decorum, and serves to help boost the morale of our crew.  You will not arrive to your duty station without proper makeup.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lieutenant,” Kirk said, suddenly feeling nervous and afraid.  Lubbock’s tone triggered his training, and it was like one of the harem mistresses was giving him orders again.  ‘I’m sorry.  Please forgive me.”

Lubbock eyed Kirk, an amused little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.  “Well, I had heard you’d changed, but this is really quite something.”  She looked at him, pleased.  “Sweetie, we are going to get along fine as long as you remember to be a good little girl, is that understood?”

“Of course, Lieutenant,” Kirk said, his voice rising to a higher pitch, his speech pattern growing slightly more childlike in response to the command he be a good little girl.   His hands started fluttering as he spoke. “As you wish.”

“I’ve sent your duty schedule.  You’ll be training to teach yoga and dance aerobics at the gym, and assisting with party planning and hostess duties.”

This can’t get any worse, Kirk thought, but the smile on his face grew brighter. “Thank you, lieutenant.  I’ll do my best!”

“Of course you will. Report now to the gym.  Well, dear, that will be all.  Dismissed.”

Kirk stood, smoothed his skirt, and left.

Lubbock shook her head as she watched him walk out, his hips swaying from side to side, one arm dangling out in the most feminine manner.  So, it had been true.  The aliens had changed him and not just his body.

Kirk went to the gym.  He hadn’t been here since the change, and as he walked in he glanced through the glass to the free weight area and saw men– big, strong men, lifting weights, their bodies slick with sweaty.  One of them glanced at him and Kirk gasped and turned away, feeling his heart racing, his skin blushing.  He crossed over to the front desk for the fitness rooms, where the group classes were held, and soon he found himself directed to a fitness studio where a small group of women was stretching and chatting.  He saw the instructor and wanted to run:  Melody Gregorious, a pretty little Greek girl with a super tone, fit body.  He’d spent more than one night getting to know that body, and now he walked up, feeling like his breasts were ten feet in front of him.

Melody, who’d been talking to one of the students, turned and saw him and said, “Oh.  My.  God.  Are you seriously James Kirk?”

Kirk realize with a start that he was now looking eye to eye with the cute little woman, and he smiled and rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not,” he said, jarred by the realization he also now had a softer, higher pitched voice.  “It’s me.”

“You’re so pretty,” Melody said, looking at him, her face pained.  “I’m so sorry.  It must be terrible.”

Kirk shrugged, shaking his head.

“You were such a man, and now look at you.  You’re one of the hottest girls on this whole ship.  I can’t even imagine how hard it is for you.”

“I see there is still no filter,” Kirk said, realizing that all the women in the room had stopped and were listening.

“What?  Oh!  My god!  I’m sorry!  That was rude, wasn’t it?”

“Can we just maybe focus on the task at hand?”  Kirk said.  “I am here to train as an aerobics instructor?”

“Of course, sweetie.  Of course.  You can observe today, and maybe I will work with you after class.  It’s a lot of dance, modern but also ballet, so I am sure that will be new and uncomfortable for you.”

“Actually,” Kirk said, remembering, “I am a trained dancer.”

“You?”

“Yes.  it was part of my… service.”

His mind went back to that first day on the planet.  He’d been led to the harem quarters.  The door had swished closed, and he’d found himself surrounded by women, mostly young, some older.  They glanced at him and then went back to what they were doing.  He was just another girl to them.  One of the older women came up to him and said, “Come on.  Time for your training.”

Kirk followed, wondering what his training would entail, but not too worried about it.  Whatever they made him do, he wouldn’t be here long enough for them to ingrain any habits.  He was sure Spock would get him out.   The woman led him to a room and indicated for him to sit down in a padded chair with armrests.  The room was sparse, with just a screen mounted on the wall and a control panel with blinking lights.

Kirk laughed.

“What’s so funny?”  The woman said.

“It’s just– I find it ironic that harem’s have boring instructional videos, just like every other job.  That’s all.”

The woman only smiled and gestured toward the chair once more.

Kirk sat, and as soon as he did metal bindings sprung out, pinning his wrists and ankles.  “I’m not going to try and run,” he said, but then he felt a metal cap rise and snap into place over his head, and cold, metal probes press against his temples.  “What’s all this?”

“We don’t literally train our girls anymore,” the woman said, lighting a cigarette and going over to the control panel.  “We download everything directly into your brains.”

“Wait!  No!”  Kirk struggled against his bonds.

“Let’s start with that walk of yours.”

“No!  Please!”  Kirk said as his mind began to fill with images of women walking in bare feet, flats, heels.  If it was changing him, he didn’t sense it.  It just seemed like he was watching a montage.  The women all moved so gracefully, it was actually quite impressive.  He relaxed.  Maybe it didn’t work on humans.

“And your speech patterns.”

This time his mind was filled with the sounds of women talking, but all of them breathy and flirty, with high pitched voices like tea kettles.  Very sexy, and he felt calm and peaceful as he listened to them, even happy.  He had always loved the sound of women’s voices, anyway.

“And now, how to dance.”

His mind began to fill with images of women dancing, all different styles from all over the galaxy.  A warm calm came over him, and he even found himself smiling.  Dance was such an amazing art form.

“There,” the woman said, snickering, almost to herself.  “Now you love to dance.”

I always loved dancing, Kirk thought, smiling.  Ever since I can remember!  He imagined himself dancing for a room full of men, for his crew, and the thought thrilled him more than anything he’d ever felt in his life.  He loved dancing for men, driving them wild with lust, making them slaves to his gorgeous body!  It was the best feeling ever! dancerhappyfancy

He giggled as he imagined the whole thing.  The machine didn’t work!  There was no way they could change him!  He was James T. Kirk, and he always would be!

 

Boy Meets Girl

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So, perhaps the scene that most separates Boy Meets Girl from other male  to female body swaps comes in the second episode, when Danny, now living in the body and life of Veronica, discovers her box of sex toys and decides to experiment with his new body.  Cut to him looking pleased and dazed, smiling, satisfied.

Later, he claims to find more pleasure using his “bunny” than he ever found as a bloke (the show is British).

And yet, the very same character, still identifying as a straight man, flees in terror at his boyfriend’s advances, and once he does allow himself to be pleasured by another man he is shocked and ashamed of what he allowed to be done.  So, he finds he is okay with having a woman’s sexuality and needs, but not to have them fulfilled by a man.  Later, he gets in a relationship with another woman and falls in love with her.

This show explores identity complexity beyond the it’s hard to put a on a bra, it’s hard to walk in high heels scenes we usually get (though we also get those scenes!)  Another fascinating development comes after the character has a nervous breakdown.  He starts drinking too much, rebels against his woman’s life, and starts telling everyone he is a man named Danny.  End result?  Mental Institution.

Finally, faced with electro shock therapy he feels will erase his memory and make him think he is and has always been Veronica, he relents and determines to be her.  He watches videos of her to learn how to talk and move like her, and he adopts as best he can a feminine persona, smiling, being sweet and accommodating, taking care of his hair, make-up and clothes, and learning to walk and move gracefully in his heels.

He tries, but he finds it hard, very hard, to be feminine, and ultimately comes to believe he can’t live like that, a feeling I suspect many women who watch this will relate to.  It is not being female he finds hard, but being feminine.   This problem also hits home with his boyfriend who doesn’t listen, pushing a marriage proposal on him and then completely ignored his body language and tone that clearly convey– I am not into this at all!  Like many women, Danny feels he is clearly conveying his feelings, only to be ignored.

So, there is some depth and darkness with the show.  I was a little disappointed with the ending– I love the tease, but the show just seemed to stop leaving a lot unresolved.  And, I would have liked more exploration of Veronica’s life as Danny, but all in all this is one to watch!

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Kirk X

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The door to Kirk’s room swooshed closed, and he collapsed onto his bed with a full body sigh.  It was– the whole thing– unbelievable.

FINNEGAN!

MEN!

How could they think they could treat him the way they did?  The groping, the ogling, the condescension.  I am James Kirk, he thought.  One of the best captains Star Fleet has ever seen.  And a crewman just slapped me on the ass?

Don’t they know who I am? 

Could a change in body completely undue all the great work he’d done?  Could it unmake him?

There could be no doubt about it anymore.  Yes, it could.  Yes, it had.

And now, assigned to the Barbies?   It was the worst, most humiliating assignment possible for him.  Finnegan was a genius at abusing others, that was for sure.  But what could Kirk do?  He had no recourse.  Finnegan was his commanding officer, and he had his orders.   He’d lost control not only of his ship, but his life, and it felt like someone had kicked him in the belly, repeatedly.  He thought he might throw up.  He had no way to gain control unless he– resigned?

He sat up, clutching his pillow to his chest.  Yes.  That’s what he would have to do.  It was the only path left to him to save face.  Resign from Star Fleet.  He would go somewhere on the far fringes of the galaxy, change his name, become a whole other person.  He looked at the communicator on his desk.  He had to tell to Spock.  It wouldn’t be right to just ghost on his old friend.  He summoned up his courage and resolve, and tapped out a brief message: Spock.  Please come see me when you have the time.  We need to talk.

He clicked SEND, and then he noticed a message in his Inbox, from Dr. Janice Lester.  The Subject Line read Hey, Girl.  Had word spread so far?  So fast?  She just wanted to taunt him, no doubt, and so he deleted the message, and then cleared his Delete Box as well.

He was hungry, but after getting groped and then slapped on the butt, he didn’t feel safe going out into the ship alone anymore.  He knew it was weak, or made him feel weak, but he just didn’t have the energy, so he sat down, opened up a file and started to write his letter of resignation.  It hurt, more than anything he’d ever done, but even as he typed he could feel his breasts pressing against his biceps, heavy and soft, reminding him of his sex, and all the limitations it placed on him.

He’d finished the letter and started to go back over it, looking for typos, clearing up a few sentences, when his doorbell buzzed.  He looked to see Spock outside, and said, “Enter.”  The door opened and Spock stepped in, leaning on the wall, regarding Kirk with those cool, blank eyes.

Kirk swallowed and met Spock’s eyes.  “I guess you got my email?”

“I did,” Spock said.  He kept leaning there on the wall, looking at Kirk, who started to feel– antsy.  Uncomfortable.  He looked away, fidgeting with his hair.

The silence continued on, and finally Kirk said, “Well?  Aren’t you going to say anything?  This is goodbye.”

“No,” Spock said.  ‘It isn’t.”  Finally, he walked into the room.

“What do you mean?”  Kirk said as Spock approached, towering over him.

“Sit down,” Spock said in a deep commanding voice.  It was clearly an order.

Despite himself, Kirk found himself sitting, knees together, hands in his lap.  Obeying Spock sent a euphoric, tingling sensation through his whole body that scared him.  “Spock, what–?”

“Don’t talk.  Listen,” Spock said, and just the tiniest bit of anger seemed to seep through his voice, his expression.

Kirk started to talk back, but before even a sound got out of his mouth Spock’s jaw tightened, and Kirk just closed his mouth and sat there, hands in his lap, staring up at Spock with wide, frightened eyes.  Spock had never spoken to Kirk like this, had never acted liked this toward him, and it rattled him, confused him.

“You are not going to resign,” Spock said.  “You are going to march down to your new duty assignment, you are going to meet your new commanding officer, and you are going to execute your new duties with the same degree of passion and excellence as you have displayed throughout your career in Star Fleet.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Kirk peeped, sounding like a child who’d just been scolded.

“Really,” Spock said, “I do hope you will get these feminine emotional outbursts under control.”

“I– I will,” Kirk said, and then not understand why, he apologized.  “I’m sorry.”

Spock sat across from Kirk now.  “Good.  Now, tell me how I can help.”

Kirk felt his heart flutter.  “Help?  Oh. Um.  I don’t know.  I’m not sure, I mean, you’re busy, and I am probably just being foolish.”

“Are you having trouble with the men?”

Kirk nodded.

‘The male of your species can be rude and aggressive, insensitive.  The scientific explanation for the behavior remains muddled and controversial.  However, what I can state for certain is that your breasts to waist ratio, your birthing hips, radiant skin and hair all convey to the males on this ship that you are a fecund female, ripe for producing off-spring, and as such they will be attracted to you and seek to mate with you if possible.”

The blunt talk, the description of his body– Kirk felt himself flush.   Did Spock really think all these men wanted him to have their babies?  It seemed– gross and absurd. “Spock?  I don’t think–”

“What if we could find a way to shield you from males eager to impregnate you?”

“What do you mean?”

“We can try to arrange for you to have an escort at all times when you need to go to places where harassment is likely to happen.  The mess hall in particular.”

Kirk shrugged and shook his head.  “No.  I’ve been kind of doing that with Rand, but  I see women walking alone on the ship, eating alone sometimes.  I can’t let myself be, um, more of a girl than a girl?”

“They were raised as females.  They have learned how to deflect and reject male attention.  Also, few present as ripe an opportunity for mating, or as inviting a female form.  I’ve decided.  We, your friends, will arrange to make sure you don’t have to spend much time alone in public.  I will make arrangements and send you a schedule of your available escorts.”

Kirk felt himself melting, a warmth spreading through him that Spock was being so protective, caring, and even as clinical as it was, hearing Spock talk about his body and his fertile female nature gave him goosebumps and once more filled his head with the pleasant confusion of emotions.

“Spock, I just, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” Kirk said, twisting his hair around his fingers, crossing his legs and pushing his shoulders back.  “You’re such a good friend.”  He reached out and touched Spock on the knee.

“As a female,” Spock said, “You will naturally respond to my gestures of caring and protectiveness by becoming aroused.  I hope you understand that these are biological reactions programmed into you now that you are female.”

“Biological?  Aroused?”   Kirk’s eyes went wide with shock and pulled his hand off Spock’s knee like it was a hot stove.  “I was just saying thanks.”

“You were displaying the behaviors of a female in heat,” Spock said.  “But do not worry.  I will not tell anyone, and– well—”

“What?” Kirk said, surprised to see the calm, commanding Vulcan suddenly tongue tied.  It was–  Kirk found it endearing, and he smiled brightly.  “Tell me!”

“The human side of me likes it.”

 

Kirk IX

He’d been prepared to die that day as he headed off to his trial, where he’d been given two choices: 1) death and 2) to become slave girl to the Rammerham.  Death had seemed the easy, obvious choice.   He’d lay down on his narrow cot, still not used to the soft, shifting nature of his new body, and calming his breath, had begun to say goodbye to everyone, to everything, to all the people who had mattered most.

“Captain,” he heard the deep, familiar voice say.

“Spock?”  He answered in his soft new voice, sitting up, covering himself with his tiny arms as best he could.  “What are you doing here?”

Spock kept his eyes on Kirk’s new face, curiously regarding the young woman who sat before him.  “I have come to consult with you about your impending trial.  As my,” he glanced at the guards, “property, I have a legal right on this planet to your protection.”

Kirk caught the glance and nodded.  “Of course.”

The door opened and Spock entered.  Kirk stood, craning his neck back to look at his old friend, and he felt small– and naked.  “Good to see you.”

“And you.”  They sat on the bunk, side by side.  “Forgive me for what I am about to say.”

“What?”

“I feel I need to ascertain the truth of your identity.  This situation has complicated negotiations, and there are many probabilities to suggest you could be an imposter.”

Kirk nodded.  He understood.  He could barely believe he was this girl, so how could anyone else?  “What do you want me to do?  Share some secret from my past?  Tell you codes for the Enterprise only the captain would know?”

“I can obtain absolute certainty through the use of the Vulcan mind probe.”

Kirk hesitated.  Spock had mind probed him before.  That was true.  But it seemed– he felt more vulnerable now.   Spock would see his plans, and he would try to stop him.   Yet, maybe there was a chance this could all be fixed.  If anyone could do it, Spock could.   Kirk looked up at Spock and nodded.

Spock gently places his fingers along Kirk’s face and head, and Kirk his skin tingle at the man’s touch.  Then, the Vulcan began to press his awareness into Kirk’s brain, so soft and gentle, and yet so firm.  Kirk had resisted, pushed back, but then it was almost like he could hear Spock whispering, relax.  It will be okay.  Let me in.   And Kirk had; he’d released, with a soft sigh, and then he’d felt his mind merging with Spock’s, their essence flowing together, and entwining, and Spock glimmered like a diamond, shining so bright, and Kirk felt safe and protected, and when the mind meld ended, a tear rolled down Kirk’s cheek, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking Spock’s hands and squeezing.

Spock did not respond to Kirk’s emotional display, but stared down into his eyes and said, “You must not accept death, Jim.”

“What choice do I have?  I can’t live as another man’s slave, let along a slave girl.  You know what he’ll expect of me.”

“It will buy us time.  It will give me a chance to free you.”

“But what if you can’t?  Or what if before you do I become his– mate?”  Kirk’s voice cracked at the last word.

A hard, angry fire filled Spock’s eyes for a moment, but he quickly regained control of himself.  “I will not allow that to happen.”

Kirk’s heart fluttered, and he got that tingly feeling everywhere.  “Oh, Spock.”

“You must trust me.  I will protect you.”

“Okay,” Kirk said, now openly weeping.  “I’m sorry,” he said, wiping at his tears.  “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s because you are a female,” Spock said, standing.  “Your biology makes you more prone to tears.”

Spock left.  The guards came and escorted Kirk to the courtroom, all the way ogling his body.  He had not been used to men looking at him like that, and it made him feel queasy and sick.   He was made to stand in the center of the room, and he glanced around to see Spock, Uhura, Rand and the rest of the landing party watching along with a large number of the men of Rammerham.  The judge came in wearing a horned helmet and some kind of animal fur cloak.

“You spoke in the presence of a man after being ordered to silence.  I find you guilty. The sentence is death. ”  He raised his gavel, pausing, waiting for Kirk to beg for mercy.  But, he couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t bring himself to beg these savage pigs to allow him to serve as a slave girl, and so heartbroken that he had to betray his word to Spock– poor Spock!– he merely dropped his head and stared at the floor, waiting to hear the gavel pound and sound the end of his life.

“Wait!”

Kirk looked up, shocked, to see that Spock had risen.  “As the owner of this female, I offer my life in her place,” Spock said.

“No!”  Kirk screamed.  The crew all around Spock was staring at him in shock, looking back at Kirk, their eyes wide.

“Are you sure?”  The Judge said.   “There will be no appeal.  My judgement is final.”

“I am sure,” Spock said.  “I can not allow her to die.”

“Very well, then I do hereby–”

Kirk stared at Spock, tears once more pooling in his eyes, and he sank to his knees, and cried out, “Let me join the King’s harem!  Please!  I beg you!  I want to serve him as his slave girl!”  He sank forward until his forehead was on the ground, prostrate before the judge.

“Very well.  It pleases me greatly to see this arrogant female humble herself before the great King.  I will be merciful.  You are now the property of the King, and you will seek to serve him in every way.”

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The guards picked Kirk up off the floor and led him away.  He kept his eyes down, his hair falling around his face like a  curtain.  He could not stand the thought of looking at any of his crew now that he was a harem girl, a slave, another man’s woman.