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This may be an act of extreme narcissism, but just wanted to make you all aware of an amazing interview that is all about me!  Yes.  My favorite topic!  I am, truly, very excited as this is my first ever interview!   So, if you are or have ever been curious about my influences, writing process or thoughts on Agent 38, mosey on over to the link and read all about me!

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Interview with me!

Kirk V

The electro-crystal whirring of the transporter.  That strange moment of non-being as the transporter technology sent his essence whizzing down to the planet.  The world took form before he did, so he’d seen the distinctive tall, jagged frost covered mountains in the distance, and the dark, stone walls of the Ramerhaam palace, and then he’d started to feel wrong  as he became aware of a weight and a mass on his chest, and as he materialized he looked down to see two large, round mounds straining against his shirt even as strands of long hair blew into his eyes.

He looked at Spock– why was Spock so tall now?  The security detail, Janice Rand and Uhura, all of whom had gotten taller, and then back at — did he have breasts?  Small hands.  Slender little wrists and arms.   He felt a cool breeze blow across his bare belly; he wore his same uniform, but with all that extra mass on his chest it didn’t fit anymore and left his mid-rift bare.

“What’s going on?”  Rand whispered.  “Who is she?”

Kirk tried to brush the long hair away from his face, but the strong wind kept blowing it back across his eyes.  “Spock?”  He said, putting a hand to his throat as he heard the chirping sound of his new voice.

Spock examined Kirk the same way he would look at a specimen in a jar, then raised an eyebrow.  “It appears the transporter has experienced a non-standard outcome.”

Kirk slapped at his hip, reaching for his communicator.  The belt had risen up on his now wide, round hips, but hung lose across his slender waist, and he had to reach around to find it.

“Is she the Captain?”  He heard Uhuru ask.

She.  For the first time, someone referred to him a she, and he felt his stomach turn queasy.  “Cut the chatter,” he said, as he flipped his communicator open, and it squawked.   Across the way, he saw the Ramerhaam delegation approaching, their flags snapping in the wind, the armor flashing in the sun.  Well, there would have to be a delay..

‘Kirk to Enterprise,” he said, trying to put some man in his little voice.  “Scotty. Beam us back up.  There’s been an– incident.”

“Who is this?”  Scotty answered, sounding furious.  “Get off the Captain’s channel!”

“Scotty, I don’t have time–”

“This is first officer Spock,” Kirk heard a deep, manly voice cut in.  “Beam the party back up.  There has been an unexpected transporter outcome.”

“I–  I can’t,” Scotty said.  “As soon as I beamed you down, the whole system shorted out and caught fire.”

“Shorted out?”   Kirk said, watching as the Ramerhaam delegation drew closer.  “How long until you can get it up and running?”

“It may take days.”

Kirk nodded.  Okay.  Then, he would just have to find a way to make it work.  The Ramerhaamians had discovered one of the richest deposits of dilithium crystals in the galaxy, and he had been tasked to secure a treaty and trade partnership.  “Keep us posted,” he said.  “The delegation is here. Kirk out.”  He threw his shoulders back, feeling his breasts bounce, but ignored it, ignored the wrongness of this body, the way his hips seemed to sway, his legs felt too long, his butt felt too big, never mind his bare belly.  He had to go, to do, to complete his mission.

“Send a shuttle,” he heard Spock say, then Spock called, “Captain!  Wait!”

Spock giving orders?  Kirk hid his displeasure.  They would have to talk about this.  But right now, he had a mission, and so he walked up to the delegation and made the gesture of greeting he’d been taught, putting his hand over his heart and feeling something soft and round–  so wrong– then raising a fist in the air.

The Ramerhaam men laughed, and then Kirk noticed the way they were all looking at him– or, rather, at his body, letting their hungry eyes slink up and down his shape, lingering on his breasts.   His skin crawled, and he resisted the urge to cross his little arms across his breasts, and instead stood as he usually would, looking their leader right in the eyes.

“Captain…”  he heard Spock say.

‘That’s enough,” Kirk snapped back, his little voice rising to an even higher squeak.

Once again, the men of Ramerhaam laughed.

Kirk felt unsure, locked their in their hungry gaze, being laughed at, but he decided to brazen it out.  “I bring an offering of peace and mutual prosperity from the Federation,” he said.

The men all laughed again, except for the leader, whose face grew dark and whose eyes burned with rage.  “Why is this female speaking?”  He asked, looking past Kirk to Mister Spock.

“Excuse her,” Spock said.  “She doesn’t know her place.”

My place?  Kirk glanced back at Spock, furious.  He ignored the long hair blowing into his face, and turned back to face the sneering, arrogant face of the Rameerhaam diplomat.  ‘I am Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise, and I am the—”

Smack!

Kirk saw stars, felt a burning on his cheek, shook his head as he struggled to process what had just happened, that this man had smacked him in the face.

“Shut up!”  The man bellowed.  “Women do not speak in the presence of men!”

Kirk saw his security detail reach for their phasers, but an autogun behind them they hadn’t even seen fired a spear that slammed right through the chest of one of them– Bradley– and he fell to the ground, dead.

Kirk’s own hand went to his phaser, but before he could find it he felt his face slapped again and again, and then a man’s powerful arms around him.  He struggled helplessly, stunned at how small and weak he’d become, and the man lifted him off his feet and turned him around so he could watch as his crew were disarmed.

“The penalty for a female who disrespects a man,” the diplomat said as he held Kirk in his arms.  “Is death.”

Kirk’s eyes met Spock’s.  He saw the cool, Vulcan determination, and Kirk felt his heart flutter.  Then, the man holding him lifted Kirk, tossed him over his shoulder and carried James T. Kirk kicking and writhing into Ramerhaam Hall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kirk V

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James Kirk did not like the way his uniform fit.   As he looked at himself in the mirror, he turned to his side to examine his profile, turned back to face himself directly, then turned around and looked back over his shoulder.  He groaned, tugging at the hem of his little uniform, trying to pull it down lower on his thighs, but it was all futile.  The little red mini-dress hugged his now full breasts, and clung to his wide, round hips.

He couldn’t hide his figure, and boy did he ever want to.   He could even see the outline of his bra through the materiel, and when he let his eyes drift down to his long, coltish legs in the dark tights, and then the high boots that encased his rounded calves, he felt sick at the thought of walking out of his quarters and facing the crew like this, as a she, in this body.  With these breasts.  He shook his head, looking at them perched on his chest.

He was pretty sure the girls had issued him some kind of push-up bra that lifted them and made them seem even bigger than they were, presenting them to the world like an invitation. When they’d taken his measurements they’d teased him about his d-cups, promised him most of the women on the Enterprise would be jealous of his breasts.

Maybe, but he felt pretty sure the women were going to love the irony of seeing him, the playboy captain, now with an hourglass figure, and forced to wear the same demeaning uniform as a woman.  How many of them had he flirted with, hit on, and now he was as pretty as any of them, and they had to laugh when they saw him.  He knew it.

As for the men?  He knew what they would be thinking when they saw this body.  He turned to the side again, looking at his curves, the way his behind swayed and rose, so inviting, and the way his breasts hovered in front of him.   He shivered at the thought of the men checking him out, looking over his shape, the same way he used to do when he was still a man.

I am a man, he thought, tugging on the hem of his dress again.  I will always be a man.  I don’t care what body I find myself in, what uniform the Federation makes me wear. I. Am. A. Man!  He felt the bra straps digging into his shoulders, the weight of them heavy in the cups of his bra, and he became aware of the tightness of his dress, the feeling of the tights on his smoothly shaven legs.  His head spun.   Could he still be a man with this tiny waist?  These small arms?

But I am, and I always will be.  The intercom buzzed, and Spock’s voice called out, “Captain?”

“Captain here,” Kirk responded, his new voice sounding like a little girl’s, especially compared to Spock’s deep tones.  Kirk grimaced, hating the way he sound, wondering why his body had to be so extremely womanly, so intensely feminine.  But, of course, that had been no accident.

“I just thought it prudent to remind you that your hearing begins in ten minutes.”

“I am aware,” Kirk answered, annoyed that he sounded to his own ears like a petulant child.   He searched for the right placement, the right tone. “I mean, I know.”

“It would not look good if you were late to your hearing.  There is a belief among human males that one of the qualities of a female is the need to take a very long time to get ready.”

That’s because it does take longer for us to get ready, Kirk thought, hooking his hair behind his ear.  He realized he’d just thought of himself as a woman, but he pushed the thought away.  “I’m leaving now.”

Over on the counter in front of his bathroom mirror he saw a selection of cosmetics he’d been issued been issued along with his new uniform: mascara, blush, lipstick, nail polish.   He’d insisted he didn’t need them, but the girls had placed them in his basket anyway, insisting it was regulations.

There was no regulation requiring him to actually use them, to paint his face.  It would be hard enough to get the High Command to take him seriously dressed like a waitress, he thought, let alone if he painted his face just like some girl.

And yet the woman on his ship had always worn make-up, had felt pressured to wear it even when it was impractical for their jobs.  Had he been part of that?  He’d never said so. never told any of them they they had to make themselves pretty, but had it been in his attitude?  Had they known he valued them based on their attractiveness and felt the only way to get ahead was to be pretty?

He’d think about it later.  Once more tugging on the hem of his little dress, Kirk bounded out of his quarters, quickly measuring his steps to keep his breasts from bouncing, and then he did his best to assume the air of command he’d honed for all these years, to walk and compose himself in a way to say– I am still Jim Kirk.  I am still your Captain.

As the cool air of the deck washed over him, and his nerves jangled at the thought of his upcoming hearing, he felt his nipples getting tight and hard, pushing at the stiff cups of his bra.   He got on the elevator and took a position between two security officers, each of whom now towered over him, making him feel that sensation that he was a child once more.  He didn’t wan to re-enforce it by speaking, but he had to, and so he said, “Gentleman” and tried not to wince at the pretty little voice that came out of him.

“Sir,” the officers responded.

Sir.  Kirk felt good to hear that word.  Sir.  He was still Captain James Kirk.

And then he sensed it, the eyes of the security officer falling to his behind, burning a whole in it.  He wanted to say something, to reprimand the man, but his body tensed up, and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything, because he didn’t want to acknowledge that he was a woman, and that he was being mentally undressed by a man, and that it made him feel– scared.

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Okay.  Just a little fanfic interlude I had intended as a paragraph, but which turned out longer.  Anyway, as we pass from the holiday season into the New Year, I am publicly pledging to write more often!!!!!  I think for a blog to be vital and useful to the reader, it has to be updated regularly, and look for that to happen!  Including with some awesome fan fiction!!!!

I am seriously thinking about doing a Rey is Darth Vader series.  What say you?

 

 

 

 

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Boy Gone Blonde II: Blonde Vengeance!

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What?  Has the mysterious patron/ collaborator known only as Anonymous Anonymous commissioned a sequel to the #1 Best Seller, Boy Gone Blonde?  The answer is an unequivocal YES!!!!  And it is available at the following locations all over the world!!!!

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Boy Gone Blonde II: Blonde Vengeance!

New ebook out: SLIT

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The new book is out.  Sample below.  I think it’s pretty fun.  This one is a voyeuristic payback story!

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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.

Check this video out if you haven’t yet.  It has nothing to do with TG, but combines some coolness.

 

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Five Questions with Selkie

The End of the Game (Arabian Nights Book 1)

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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!

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Shethulhu, the Amaranthine Goddess, Rises!!!!!

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Shethulhu rises from the sempiternal womb, puissant femininity, and no male may contemplate her without his mind shattering into madness!

Yes, just in time for Halloween I have released my Lovecraft/T.G. Horror mashup.  I first tried to write a story like this years ago, but I could never seem to really mash it all up and create a synthesis.  It either seemed too Lovecraft or too TG.    But this year, finally, I managed to create a true merging, with a story that captures the dread and feel of a Lovecraft tale, as well as borrowing the Old, New England settings, and offers a version of an elder goddess who brings femininity and madness in equal and epic measure!

The story follows Charles Ward Dexter, a down on his luck private investigator suffering from strange and disturbing nightmares in which he finds himself a terrified, helpless female.   A straight and traditional male his whole life, Ward finds these dreams unnerving, and seeks to hide them from the world, despite the fact they seem to bleed into his reality.  Sometimes, he feels as though he has breasts, though one look confirms his flat chest.  Other times, he finds himself sitting to pee, or drinking green tea! (That’s how old school a man he is).

Soon, it all accelerates when a mysterious woman named The Baroness comes on the scene and hired Ward to recover a rare and valuable tome:   The Femnomicon!

Shethulhu, the Amaranthine Goddess, Rises!!!!!