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.

 

Kirk VIII

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Kirk said, sitting cross-legged on his bed in just his bra and panties, eyes closed.

“You need to look your best,” Rand said as she plucked another hair from his eyebrows, making sure they looked perfect.  “When you meet the new captain.”

Kirk shivered as memories of Finnegan’s pranks and bullying came back to him.  Half filled buckets of water on top of doors.  Cold soup in his bed.  And, as an older cadet, he’d forced Kirk to do thousands of push ups and sit-ups.  “He used to call me a sissy,” Kirk said, softly.  ‘I’d be straining, my arms like jello, chest burning, trying to get that 100th push up done, and he’d scream “you little sissy!  Do it, or I’m going to make you wear a skirt!”

‘Oh, honey!” Rand patted him on the knee.  “That was years ago.  I doubt he even remembers.  All done!”

“Thanks.”  Kirk got up and went to his mirror, frowning at the chic, slender brows Rand had given him.  He regretted it now.  It just seemed like a declaration of femininity, and every XX chromosome in his new body cringed at the thought of meeting his old enemy as a woman, because she knew what he would be thinking.  He adjusted his bra straps, reached in and adjusted his breasts, fitting them into the cups more securely.

Rand watched.  She loved seeing him get ready, fussing with his bra.  It even gave her a thrill to see him pick up his little red dress, stepping into, wiggling it up over his hips.   She smiled as she went over and put a hand on his hip, zipping him up, just the way she would do it if she were his boyfriend.  She kissed him on the side of his pretty head and said, “You need make-up.”

“Absolutely not,” Kirk answered, stepping away from her.  “It’s bad enough he stole my command.  I am not going to make myself pretty for him.”

“Pretty is power for a woman.”

“I’m not a woman.”

Rand looked at the swell of his breasts, his wide hips.   “If you say so.”

‘I do.”

She didn’t want it to end on a negative note, so she gave him a hug, then took both his soft hands and stared him in the eyes.  “I know you’re going to do great.”

Kirk smiled, eyes dropping to the side.  “Thanks,” he said.  ‘I mean, for everything.”

“Don’t forget your tricorder,” Rand said.

“Oh!” Kirk’s eyes went wide.  “i can’t believe I almost forgot it!”  He took the slender strap from Rand and slung it across his body, the strap settling between his breasts, the tricorder resting on his round hip  “Why Finnegan ordered me to start carrying one, I can’t even.”

I can, Rand thought. watching Kirk walk out the door, his hips swaying.

Kirk arrived at the Captain’s office.  His old office.  The secretary smiled at him when he walked in, and he was sure he saw some contempt in her eyes.  “Captain!”  She said.  “You look lovely!”

“Thanks,” he said, hiding his annoyance behind a bright smile.  Rand had  assured him it was normal for women to compliment each other, and he’d accepted that it was just rude for him to respond to such compliments with a shrill, Stop telling me I’m pretty!  Still, no one gushed with compliments like that for male officers, and if he was stuck as a woman, he felt that was something that needed to change.  “You’ve never looked better!”  He gushed back.  “I miss your smile!”

‘Oh,” she said.  “You.  The Captain will be with your shortly, dear.  You can take a seat.”

Kirk sat with his knees together, his tricorder in his lap.  of course, Finnegan kept him waiting, and he found himself nervously twisting his long blonde hair around his fingers.  At one point, he looked over to see the secretary watching him, an amused little smile on her face, and he felt girly and feminine and stopped twisting his hair, looking away in shame.

Finally, 10 minutes late, the door to Finnegan’s office opened and Errol came out, Finnegan slapping him on the back as he exited.  He looked at Kirk sitting there, knees together, and said, “Nice legs, cutie.” swaggering out the door.

Kirk cringed, but then stood up, knees together and without using his arms, smiling what he hoped was a confident smile– Rand had drilled into the importance of smiling regularly now that he was female– and meeting Finnegan’s eyes.  “Captain James T. Kirk reporting for re-assignment, Sir.”  The little girl voice that buzzed in his ears made him want to cry, and he had a flashback again of Finnegan forcing him to do sit ups, his abs burning as he strained, and Finnegan screaming, “10 more you pussy!”

Finnegan looked Kirk up and down, mentally undressing him, and then a smile spread across his face, pure shark, as he said, “Come into my office.”

Kirk clutched his tricorder strap with both hands, glancing at the secretary with a “help me” look.  She just smiled.

The lights in Finnegan’s office were dim, and the room smelled of cigar smoke and whisky.  As soon as the doors closed, Finnegan wrapped his arms around Kirk and held him, Kirk’s soft breasts crushing against the man’s hard, flat chest.  The hug went on too long, and Kirk wanted to break free, but he didn’t want to make Finnegan mad, and besides that his slave girl conditioning had habituated him to doing what men wanted.

Finally, Finnegan stepped away, letting his hand trial down Kirk’s arm, and then he looked Kirk up and down again, shaking his head.  “Whooo weee!  Are you ever easy on the eyes!  Wow!  And you’re James Kirk?  Or, you used to be?”

“Yes, sir,” Kirk said, trying to keep his voice calm.  “As a result of a transporter—”

“Oh, I read the report,” Finnegan interrupted.  “And Errol told me you were,” he made the hourglass shape with his hands, “but, I mean.  Look at you!  You’ve got jugs like a Bovanian Prostitute.”

“Sir?”  Kirk said, feeling like someone had punched him in the gut, his self-consciousness about his large breasts doubling as he struggled not to cross his arms over his chest.

“Cut the Sir, stuff,” Finnegan said.  “We’re old friends from the academy!  We have a prior relationship, right?  The rules are different for old friends. You want a drink?  I guess now it would be white wine?”  He kept looking over Kirk’s body, lingering on his breasts.

“No, thank you, Sir,” Kirk said, glancing back at the door, feeling claustrophobic, wanting to get away from this man, this situation, this woman’s life.  He tilted his head back to meet Finnegan’s eyes, but the other man was staring down at Kirk’s  breasts.  “Captain,” Kirk finally said, the frustration spilling over into his tone.  “I’m up here.”

“By the moons of Hordor, your tits are amazing, Kirk.  Guess it was all those push-ups, right?  Push UPS!”  He made a gesture underneath his own chest.  “What are you, a C cup?  Maybe a D?”

Kirk couldn’t believe what was happening, though he knew it happened all the time in Star Fleet.  He’d heard the guys talk.  And, truth be told, he’d bent the rules, flirting and having affairs with women all over Star Fleet, though he had never been this crude, disrespectful and — “You’re being a pig!”  He shrieked.

“Whoa!”  Finnegan said.  “Don’t let your panties get all twisted up.  Just having some fun with an old friend!  Wow!  You haven’t changed, have you?  Still no fun.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I just feel awkward about my situation–”

“I bet you do.  Jimmie!  Those tits of yours!  Who wouldn’t feel awkward with those melons bouncing around? Am I right?  God.  Look at you!”  He laughed, slugging back a couple fingers of whisky.

‘Given my extensive experience and training, I believe I would best serve the enterprise as navigator, and–”

“Yeah.  No.”  Finnegan said, his eyes still roaming over Kirk’s body.  “That’s not gonna work.  I’m assigning you to Health and Morale.”

“The Barbies?”  Kirk said, feeling like he’d just been kicked in the stomach, resorting to the derogative term people used to describe the crew members, usually all women, responsible for planning events to boost morale as well as working in the fitness center.  They were all perky and cheerful, and mostly very blonde.  “I don’t know that I’m well equipped to be in Health and Morale.”

“You are very well-quipped now, young Miss Kirk.  Blonde.  Big tits.  All you have to do is walk down the hall in that short little dress and you improve morale for the guys.  And some of the girls, right?”

Kirk fiddled with his tricorder strap, struggling to speak out for himself, again fighting with his slave girl conditioning that made him want to shut up and obey powerful men.  “Sir, if I can–”

“Dismissed, honey.  But, my office door is always open to you.  So’s my bedroom door if you know what I mean.  Now, turn around so I can get a look at that caboose of yours.”

“But I–”

“Dismissed, young lady.  Now, out you go!”

“Yes, sir,” Kirk said, softly.  “Thank you, sir.”

‘I guess I was right about you,” Finnegan chortled as Kirk turned and walked away, feeling the man’s eyes burning a hole in his behind.  “You really were a pussy.  Or, at least you have one now, right?  Hahahaha!”

Kirk just took  a deep breath and plunged out the door, gasping with relief to be away from that man, that bully, that pig!  “That bad, hunh?”  The secretary said.

Kirk just sighed and shook his head.  “The less said the better.”

“Welcome to our world,” The secretary said, unable to resist the urge to take a little pleasure in seeing a man have to put up with — men.  “You’ll get used to it.”

“I guess. But is that a good thing?”

Kirk left the offices and headed back to his room, cringing, humiliated, ashamed.  How could he let a man talk to him like that?  Yet, what choice did he have?  Memories of past humiliations flooded into his brain, and time on the Shore Leave planet a robot Finnegan had appeared, tormenting him,  pulled right out of his wounded sub-conscious.  And now he was to be one of the Barbies planning parties and leading aerobics classes?  The whole crew would laugh at him now.  Why is this happening to me?  He wondered.  What did I do to deserve this?

Well, at least it couldn’t get any worse, he decided, and just then he felt a passing crewman reach back and pinch him on the ass.

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Kirk III

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“I am James T. Kirk,”  Kirk started, trying his best to tune out the sound of his tea kettle voice, “and I am, as Doctor McCoy testified, a woman.  We meet here today to judge my fitness to serve as captain of the star ship Enterprise, a position I have held for two years.

“And, why, I ask, has my fitness become an issue?  Not due to my performance, nor due to my health nor for any reason for which their is precedence for removal of a star ship captain.  My fitness has become an issue because when star fleet named me captain, I was a man.  And now, as we can all see, I am most certainly a woman.  Or, I have the body of a woman.  But has it changed me mentally?  Has it made me somehow different from the man appointed captain of this ship, and who served in that role with distinction?”

He took a few steps and turned slightly away from the cameras, as if pondering, though he had worked the whole speech out.  He didn’t see all the eyes of the tribunal drop to his behind, then his long, bare legs.

Kirk turned back to the cameras.  “Am I the same man I was inside?  That’s the question, isn’t it?  Because, if I am the same man, then there is no reason to make a change.  The man I was has done this job.  Is he still in here, in this body?”

He nodded, paused, and then said, “The answer is no.  I am not that man anymore.”

He saw the looks of surprise on the faces of the old men, and hid his own smile.  “Oh, the psyche evaluations say nothing has changed.  And I have all my memories and training.  But I am not the same James Kirk.   I am now a woman, and I have lived as a woman, and I can not claim to be the same man I was; however, I can insist that I am now a better person!”

He was getting excited now, and he paced, glancing at Rand, seeing her nod, glancing at Spock and seeing him allow a momentary flash of emotion to creep through.  “I am uniquely qualified to captain this ship because I now understand my entire crew.  I have lived as a man in a man’s body, and I am now living as a woman in a woman’s body.  My crew consists of men and women.  The various species that populate our universe most frequently exhibit sexual differentiation.   Who better to contact those new civilizations than a person, a captain, who knows what it is to be male and female?  Captain, and, yes, at one point, slave girl?”

He punched his fist into his palm.  “Star Fleet made the right choice when they assigned this ship to me, and I say that choice is even better now that I stand before you, a young woman, ready to be the first female to captain a star ship in this, the greatest federation, the universe has ever known!”

The crew stood and applauded.  Kirk stood at attention, his big, brown eyes sparkling with pride and hope.  When the applause died down, the leader of the tribunal said.  “Excellent speech, honey.  You did very well.  This tribunal has determined that Captain James T. Kirk will be replaced as Captain of the Enterprise. ”

“What?”  Kirk said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“She will retain her rank and pay grade, but will be reassigned in the chain of command to a subordinate position as determined by her new commanding officer, Captain Sean Finnegan.”

Sean Finnegan?  My tormentor from my academy days?  Inside, Kirk felt his stomach turn, felt himself grow sick, but he retained his mask of calm.  “Thank you,” he said.  “I will serve with honor.”

“Very good, Miss Kirk.  You are a lovely girl, and I am sure you will be an asset to the crew.  Good day.”

As soon as the screen went blank, crew members came up to console Kirk, and he heard them, but only from a distance.  His body felt suddenly like a prison, and the tight, constricting dress, the feeling of his bra straps digging into his shoulders, it all brought back to him the sudden, shocking reality that he had lost his ship, he was no longer captain.

Eventually, as people began to disperse, Rand appeared, gathering him into her arms for a sisterly hug.  “I’m so sorry!  It’s so unfair.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Kirk admitted to her in a small, almost whisper.  “I never expected to lose her.”

“Come,” Rand said, taking his hand.  “Let’s go to my room, and we can drink some wine and talk all about it.  Would you like that, sweety?”

Kirk nodded.  ‘Yes.”  Holding Rand’s hand, he followed her from the room, eyes down, feeling like he’d lost everything, and that he would never know happiness again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There he is!  I can see it: the change.  Already.  It’s in the way he walks, a new tentativeness, a deeply felt nervous energy.  The sight of him already so changed sends chills through my body, and I cover my mouth, giggling, my whole body shaking with mirth.

He used to strut around campus like he owned every blade of grass, but now he’s walking more on his toes, and he’s looking around, glancing out of the corners of his eyes, like he suspects danger at every turn. He reminds me of something, something —

A doe!  A doe in the woods—skittish and afraid.

I don’t know if anyone else can see it.  Not as clearly as I do.  They might just think he’s stressed, or maybe worrying about a test or something.  Off, for sure, but they can’t know.   They can’t know what I know.

Because I know that last night I cast a spell on Max.  Oh, such a sweet little spell.  I found it in a book.   An old, leather book with thick, vellum pages that smelled like— fish, and dust and magic.   On the cover—the leather cover felt so soft, and I loved to run my fingers over it.   So soft.  In the center—a slit.   And that, too, felt soft.  Anyway, I found it, and I opened, and inside I found such an amazing spell, a spell that I knew right away I had to cast on Max.

Jerk.  He cheated on me.  Lied to me.  Led me on.   Other girls warned me.  Not friends.  I don’t really have any.  I’m too weird, I guess.  Too not normal or more normal or whatever.  Who cares?

Anyway, so, these girls who weren’t even my friends warned me about him, but I didn’t listen.   And I regretted it, and now he regretted it, or he would when I decided to tell him. He had made his way across the quad, stopping to talk to some girl.  She opened her arms for a hug, and I saw the way he leaned and hugged chest to chest, keeping his hips waaaaaay back, worried they would touch—terrified they would touch.   Then, he hurried off, and would soon pass beyond my sight.

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Five Questions with Selkie

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Hey, folks.   As previously reported, long-time TG fiction fan and copy editor extraordinaire who has helped me clean up many of my own books, recently published a fantastic TG novel with a lot of fun, forced-femme action.   My relationship with selkie goes back some time, back to when I he/she contacted me to let me know that he/she loved my work, but was being driven insane by all my typos and errors!   The email came with an offer to copy-edit my work, which I politely declined in part because I fancied myself a Jackson Pollock of words, gleefully splashing and dripping my stories onto the page, heedless of a few random marks.

Secondly, because I never worked with anyone, and I was concerned by the logistics of the process as well as the idea that someone might “tamper” with my work.  Well, finally selkie prevailed, and I and a whole bunch of readers are thankful for it!   Well, now, let’s get to the interview!

1.  When did you first become interested in TG fiction?

Dear Lord, that’s testing me.  Let me think… probably when I discovered a paperback called “Miss High Heels” in a second hand book store.  Ah, let’s see… it was the edition with the cover as shown here…  https://openlibrary.org/works/OL7704866W/Miss_High-Heels

I think, though, I’d been working my way towards that for a while, before that .  Through books like The Story of O, The Power of Mesmerism, and others.  But it was only with Miss High Heels I realised I was identifying with the female characters in much or all of the erotica I was reading.  I think the very first erotic book I ever bought was a lesbian love story, come to think of it.  I still have it – I still have all the erotic books I’ve ever bought!  You should see my hard drive.  Uh… that sounded better in my head….

2.  What are your top five favorite pieces of TG media (books, movies, songs…etc…)

Oh, no! That question is impossible for me, since I have such a long list of stuff I’ve found and, uh, you know, ‘thoroughly enjoyed reading’, or watching?  Literally thousands.  I actually plan to write a blog post of my top 100, since I think I could bear to cut the list down to merely one hundred.  But just the top five?

Hmm, I think I have (counts) 57 of your books, and I like a lot of them a lot.  Just picking my favourite of yours is difficult!  Maybe… “Voices“?  But La Vendetta and Jack Danger were very hot, too!
Um, I love Tom Tame’s Pinsedo…  Julia Manchester’s Roleover… Oh!  Ruuen Roga’s Tamashii no Kusari (Soul Chain), thanks to the English translation…  I really liked Jennifer Jane Pope’s ‘slave’ series of full length erotic novels (starting with Slave Genesis).  Um, “The Guinea Pig” by Ruth White, would be one of my top five, I think.  But then so would be “Hush, Hush Woman” from Reluctant Press.  And Liz Jamesguard’s “The Men in the Pink Flannel Suits“.  Oh, and of course the heavily illustrated computer text adventure game Trap Quest, which I found worryingly addictive for the first six months after I found it.  And which I now contribute to.  (Hi, Aika!)

Uh… is that five?  It seems like approximately five, right?

3.  Tell us about Arabian Nights.  What inspired the story?  Why did you choose the rare, but enjoyable, 2nd person POV?

I’ve always particularly liked Virtual Reality situations.  (I have high hopes for the next ten years!)  And I stumbled onto Milida’s “Arabian Nights Gender Changing World” at writing.com, which is what they call an interactive story.  Milida wrote the starting chapter and world background, and then she and others contributed pieces in a branching story structure.  And one day, on one branch, an idea by one contributor – Mr George – really struck a chord with me.  The idea that the women who’d been made, ah, extra busty, weren’t aware of the change.  That seemed hot, so I started contributing.  And because I tend to write too much, my pieces were much longer than the average.

I made a bullet list of about ten points for the plot idea I had, and just started writing, and it grew and grew, and the plot expanded, and the poor hero’s situation kept twisting and changing…  That was basically my first draft of the story.

So I didn’t choose 2nd person POV, that’s the style for the interactive fiction that was the story’s root.  I wrote about 300,000 words of the story before real life stuff intervened.  After about 50,000 words I thought I might publish it one day, just for fun.  And I thought, rather than rewrite it all in 1st person or 3rd person, I’d just let it stand true to its origin.

I hang about on the Trap Quest discord channel a lot, and it was there that I struck up a friendship with my illustrator, Avi.  And since I’d been thinking it’d be nice to have the story sprinkled with some images, we decided to go into it together.  We’ll be splitting the profits, if we make some!  We both hope the series may prove popular.  Though I know he’s keener to illustrate some of my other planned books – he’s more into sci fi.

4.  I believe this is your first time publishing a TG book on Amazon.  Describe that experience for our readers.

Heh.  Because it’s illustrated, and because I use LibreOffice, it was far, far harder than I’d expected.  I’m going to blog about that experience soon, too.  Some of the problems – caused by a couple of bugs in LO – almost sent me mad.  I was chatting to a couple of people while I teetered on the brink of insanity, trying to wrestle the ebook version into submission, and their amused reactions I think pulled me back from the brink.  I have 12 or 20 bug reports waiting for me to file.  I spent a day reproducing the problems and I still need to file separate bug reports related to image handling. That’ll probably take another full day, but I suspect the bugs are still there because no one has yet given them good, reproducible example of the problems.  I have… 59 files created, as I worked through reproducing the problems.

Hmm.  That makes LibreOffice sound awful, where it’s really very good, in general.  Just the image handling stuff has some serious bugs that make you pull your hair out.

The Amazon side of things was very smooth and easy, in comparison.  I used Calibre to generate the .mobi file to upload to Amazon.  Creating an author page and filling out the tax info and all that was straightforward.  I’m also using Ingram Spark for the ebooks as well – since we might produce some collections as print books too – and also on Smashwords.

And then you pointed out those embarrassing typos I’d introduced (by sloppy mousing: “realise” getting turned into “realism” when I thought I’d selected “realize”), so I corrected and uploaded a revised edition and also asked Amazon to push it out to people who’ve already bought the book.  They may or may not do that; they said:

"If we find only minor corrections,  we won't notify customers by e-mail, but we'll activate their ability to update the content through the “Manage Your Content and Devices” page on Amazon.com."

On the ‘plus’ side, I now know how to make illustrated books with the tools at my disposal, reliably and without any hair-pulling.

5.  What comes next for our erstwhile heroine? (If you can talk about it without giving away too many spoilers!)

Ah, well, without spoilers?  Tricky…. We plan to illustrate the whole series.  Um, what else?  John Lemure (the main character), is pretty feisty and determined.  He’s not the type to give up.  On the other hand, the whole blasted VR world seems to have a surprising number of opportunities for gender swaps and transformations, and he has annoyed many of the quite cunning women in his harem.

I also like a fair bit of sex in my stories, as you probably noticed.  Is that fan service?  So each book will have a lot of hot situations.  And I have plotted it out, and there is also a ‘big picture’ that will gradually be revealed.

I like mental changes, too.  But perhaps more along the lines of conditioning rather than mind control per se.  I also enjoy the idea of the body influencing the mind.

6.  Hit us up with anything you want to say that wasn’t covered above!

Probably from these stupidly long-winded replies you can tell I enjoy writing; and even that I prefer longer fiction to short stories.  For my erotica, I also want to give good value for money, so (like you) I will have each book a solid length.   (I just realised that sounds a bit suggestive.  Heh.)

I also feel erotic fiction is kind of the genre everyone looks down on, but I don’t see it needs to be that way.  I mean, the literary fiction crowd tends to look down on all genre fiction writers.  And many genre writers (sci-fi, detective, thriller…) look down on the Romance writers (I think because of the whole Mills & Boon thing).  And the Romance writers look down on the writers of erotica.  Which I think is all a bit mean.  For example, The Story of O is really well-written.

I think it’s sad that Western culture adopts that stance when it comes to human sexuality.  Personally, I see no reason why erotica can’t have real story, plot and characters.  So, after Arabian Nights, I have several more sci-fi/erotica genre blended stories already sketched out and under way.  It’s one of the things I like about your own books, and the other writers I mentioned above: they’re all proper stories, not just porn.  They’re a celebration and exploration of the fun and pleasure we can have with sex.  Even if sometimes we like to explore some darker kinks in our fantasies.

Oh!  Sunstone!  I didn’t list Sunstone because it’s not TG, and it’s not even really erotica in my view – it’s just a delightful love story that happens to have a lesbian couple into BDSM as its two main protagonists.  And like all Stejpan Sejic’s graphic novels and comics, it’s just gorgeously painted.  I love the expressiveness of his characters.  Expressions matter a lot to me (and Avi).  We spent a lot of time getting the expressions right on all the characters in each illustration.

I suppose I’ve probably gone way over the word limit you’d allocated for this interview (and it’s now 6:30am for me, so it’s long past my time to go to bed) but maybe I can just mention my blog, https://selkiesite.wordpress.com/?  I plan to post to it more regularly now the 1st novel is bedded down.

And thank you so much for interviewing me.  I will now shut up.  Bye!

Thank you for taking the time, and I can’t wait for the next book in the series!

New Short Story on Amazon!

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I just posted a new short story on Amazon, commissioned by the same mysterious patron who worked with me on the best selling ebooks Boy Gone Blonde and Night At The Mall!

It’s free for Kindle Unlimited Members and less than a latte for everyone else!!!!

Here are the links:

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