Meowwithme! 5 Questions!

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You know how sometimes you stumble upon an amazing artist, and you can’t believe you didn’t know about them the whole time they were working!  It blew my mind when I saw the first panel of Meowwithme’s Husband To Bride, and I am so thrilled to bring you five questions with this amazing artist.  Please consider supporting Meowwith me on Patreon, and be sure to check out their Gallery on DeviantArt.  It’s all sooooooo good!

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1.What are your top five favorite pieces of TG media? (Comcis, books, movies… any form!)

If I have to pick top five then it’s animation, manga/comic, movies, gif, and then writing.

2. Which artists do you admire the most, TG or otherwise?

I admire a lot of tg artists such as milda7, kannelart, Heavysnow [artist for Mashiro castle], but the number one person that I admire is this Japanese tg artist call Aji Pontarou. His tg art is very intense and detail, to the point where sometime you can feel what the character is feeling through the changes. My favorite piece from Pontarou is His Class Change to Girlfriend [direct Japanese translated], and I hope to produce a fantasy tg comic just like it one day.

3. Talk about your current works, Husband to Bride and All Princes Shall Be Mine. What excited you about these stories?

I have three current works going on, Husband to Bride, All Princes Shall be Mine, and My Little Sister Amy Part 6. Husband to Bride was actually very stressful. At first, I wasn’t going to color it at all. Imitating someone else’s style was challenging, to the point where I was going to call off the series. But because of the respond from fans on deviantart, patreon, and milda7 herself was so encouraging, I thought I should just draw like my own comic and run with it. All Princes Shall be Mine 2 is a story about the 9 gods that punished a vampire race because they find vampires dangerous. One lone survivor happens to be this talented Lord Nux, this powerful vampire that can genderswap people but he bites them on the neck. Along with his sidekick, Macaron the Succubus, they seek to basically genderswap all the gods and make them yield to Nux haha [it’s a silly story]

I’m usually very happy to draw this story because it has comedy mixes in with a little bit of NSFW element to it. Finally, My Little Sister Amy part 6, is the one I have the hardest time to draw. The only reason it’s coming out so slow is because I try to raise the bar for every new chapter I draw. I tell myself ‘it has to look more beautiful than the last chapter’ so I sometime redraw the page a couple of times before I am satisfied. What excites me about this story is that there’s a new character coming and I hope everyone will like her!
*I also would like to add that I’m not working alone anymore. I have this amazing editor name Charoset by my side, who has been an AMAZING aid in my comic. He oversees all the writings and suggest ideas. Although he is very mean sometimes Lol theres a discord channel dedicated to him call ‘Charoset is mean to me.’

4. Talk about your experience putting your work out there for the world to see. What was it like when you posted your first work? How has the journey been for you?

My experience putting the work for the world to see, oh god haha lol okay ah…it was around before I had to leave the US for good. I just finished my college and it was basically free time for months. I follow TG works regularly and there’s this website that never get updated call Mashiro’s Castle. The website’s main series is called Okashina Futari and it’s about this siblings that can transform each other’s gender at will. It went on a hiatus for a longggg time and I was still dying to read more. One day, I was so bored with my free time I decided to draw a story call my little sister Amy. As I finish one panel, another would follow and before I know it, I drew 23 panels in one sitting. I didn’t know where to post then, so I started on this website call G E hentai. It was this site where I can read a lot of gender bender doujin for free. The respond I got there was…very surprisingly. All responds were positive, and despite how bad the drawing was, people were so excited to read more. And for the first time in my life, I feel like someone out there is waiting to read another work. I got so excited that the next day, I finished My Little sister Amy Part 2 in one sitting as well. The respond was insane, people were hungry for more and in the mail box, there was a message that says ‘where can I find more of your work? On deviantart?’ since then, I made a deviantart account and a lot of people started following. It’s been one year since then, but I think I’ve improved abit and I would love to improve even further. It has been very fun, there were a lot of ups and downs. My end goal is making an animated TG or a TG game in metal slug style.

5. You talk about how you feel your work should be free to everyone to see and enjoy, which is so awesome. Talk a little bit about that for our readers.

Yes, even till today I still firmly believe that my work should be free for everyone to see and enjoy. The reason is because stories are meant to be shared. Stories are what make people come together. They would sit, listen and enjoy. There’s no cost for it. That is why even though I have Patreon, I make it like a donation system. People on Deviantart and other site will still get to read it, but just a bit later, although there’s one thing I get very upset about is people taking my work and posting it as their own. I hiss about that haha.

I hiss about that, too!  Thanks again, and please consider supporting this awesome and talented artist!!!!!

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Brother Bewildered Now Available!!!!

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Yes!  You heard correctly!  The second book in The Shattered Isles series is now available on Lulu and Amazon in ebook form!  The paper will be available any day now!  I am just waiting for it to process.

For those who have not yet come to visit The Shattered Isles, the books tell the story of Crown Prince Serren, first in line to the throne and the embodiment of male privilege.  That is, until his sister uses forbidden magic to turn him into a girl.  As Pattenia’s younger sister, Serren no longer has claim to the throne and watches as his sister takes his crown and consigns him to a life of corsets and gowns.

Book II continues his struggles learning to live as a princess, while his sister continues her journey into masculine territory, going off to war and adventure!  I will say if you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it, you will be in a blissful state beyond words for the duration!

 

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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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Or this:

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

Buy weird stuff while it lasts!

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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 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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Paperbacks!

Exciting news.  I have released both It Girl, What? and Your Memory Mine in paperback form!  If, like me, you enjoy a physical copy of a book you can lug to the beach or the park, rejoice!  In addition, they are both enrolled in Kindle Matchbook, so it you buy the paperback you get the ebook for FREE!

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Happy reading!!!!!  Look for a new installment of Kirk on Monday!