The Cuckysitter

I took a little break from the Sam series to write a one shot story called The Cuckysitter.  I hope you'll give it a chance, especially if you enjoy stories of cuckolding as well as feminization. 

When a college girl desperate for money turns to babysitting to make ends meet, an odd phone call changes her life for ever. Now she finds herself with the smallest of niche businesses babysitting cuckolded men while their wives spend the evening in the embrace of their new lovers. She enters a world of cuckolding, female domination, bondage, and forced feminization and she takes to it like nothing she's ever experienced in this steamy new short story.

"I am free tonight. My fee is $15 per hour. How many would I be sitting for?"
"Only one."
"And how old?" I asked.
"He's thirty-eight," she replied.
"Excuse me?" I replied after a stunned pause.
"It's not for a child, it's my husband."
"Is he disabled or something? I have no nursing training."
"No, he's fine. I just have a date tonight and I don't want to leave him home alone."
"I'm sorry," I said trying to remain professional despite my shock. "I don't think I'm what you're looking for."
"I'll double your rate."
"I don't know you and...this just seems strange. I'm sorry," I replied, though to be honest I was more creeped out than sorry.
"I'll triple your rate...actually, no I'll pay you $50 per hour for six hours. That's $300," she pleaded.
"I don't understand," I said. "If you're married, why are you going on a date?"
"My husband doesn't satisfy me...not that way anyway. He's my best friend, a great breadwinner. I'm lucky to have him, but he's hung like a tadpole. We talked it over and we decided that I should get my sexual needs met elsewhere."
I was glad that she couldn't see me over the phone. I wasn't exactly a virgin, but at eighteen I was definitely virginal. I was naive about sexual matters, and had never heard of hot wives or open marriage. I felt insulted, and stuttered in surprise, "I'm not a...not a...prostitute."
"Oh no, it's nothing like that," she reassured me.
"Well...what would I have to do?" Damn I needed the money, and if I didn't have to do anything gross....
"Just like normal baby sitting. If you could keep him company during my date, that would be all I'd need from you."

Grounded in Heels 2

With my apologies to Star Wars fans, this holiday's most highly anticipated sequel at my house was Ann Michelle's Grounded in Heels 2.  I eagerly devoured the book in 2 days and then found myself unsure of my own feelings towards it and thus unable to review it.

In the past, I have made no bones about the fact that I thought that Grounded in Heels was the finest feminization eBook that has ever been published.  It was one of the books that made me consider going down the path of an author myself.  Ann and I write in the same genre. We both write feminization stories that are heavy on plot rather than just steamy erotic scenes.  Her stories are longer than mine usually, but when I look at the books that people who bought Grounded in Heels 2 also purchased, my name is all over that list.  In fact, 15 of my books are on that list.

The same is true of people who buy my books reading Ann Michelle's material.  We're both playing in the same ballpark and I really like Ann both as a writer and as an online friend who is always dishing out some helpful words of advice or encouragement. I love other authors like Alyssa Paige, Crystals Summers, Dominique Silk, and Domina Dixon, but Ann would definitely be in the first class of the Forced Feminization Hall of Fame if I got a vote.

Grounded in Heels 2 is a satisfying conclusion to the first book.  Sam, Diane, and Tracy are back and if anything Sam's predicament has been heightened, Diane is more evil than ever, and Tracy motivations become even more clear.  It ended in a way that was neither cliched  nor underwhelming. If placed directly on the end of the original Grounded in Heels, I think we have a wonderful novel of forced feminization worthy of a solid five stars, no questions asked.

The question, however, becomes why do we right erotica.  I found Grounded in Heels to be incredibly rich in erotic humiliation.  Sam was squirming through every step of his feminization and so many scenes were exciting to read.  Grounded in Heels 2 may well be a superior story, but it lacked some of the erotic punch of the first book.  As an author of these kind of books, I've found myself in exactly that same place where a story is very written and I feel very satisfying, but when I reflect, I realize it's more of a short story than erotica. 

There are still some great scenes in this story.  I particularly enjoyed Sam's date.  However, I find this book a heard one to summarize in a star writing.  I'd give it five stars for the story itself and the way it expands on the plot of the first book, but I'd only give it four stars for it's erotic content.  I still feel this one is a must buy, especially if like me you loved the first one.  Now, I only hope that in Star Wars fashion, Diane's daughter will someday torment Sam's son in a future book,.

Sam's Date

The third book in the Sam series was released overnight and it's the payoff for the first part of the story.  In Sam's Halloween, he was trapped by his sister and her friends.  In Sam's Shopping Trip they dragged him to the mall.  Now, they're ready to really have some fun with their feminized pet by making him go through with the date he was forced to agree to with his high school's quarterback.  

Of course, Sam's step-sister is along on the double date to keep him out of trouble and to enjoy watching him squirm in discomfort as the star athlete takes him out for a romantic evening and a night of dancing. This is sure to be a night that Sam will never forget.

In the Sam's Date series, I'm really not trying to break any new ground.  Instead, I'm simply trying to tell a very simple story of forced feminization at the hands of a wicked step-sister and her friends.  It's a very simple plot, but it's one that I am allowing myself extra time to describe and explore.

"What do you think you're doing, Sam?" Alexis shouted at me.
 

"What? I'm out on a date with a guy, for Christ's sake," I replied annoyed.
 

"You're out on a date with a guy who is going to be shelling out over $100 for your part of this meal. Do you think he's paying for polite conversation?" She snapped.
 

"No, I guess not, but what am I supposed to do?"
 

"Kiss him, pet him, show him a good time. Give him something in return."
 

"I can't do that. I'm not gay."
 

"What does that have to do with anything?" she gave me a puzzled look.
 

"Hello, if I'm not gay why would I be flirting and making out with another guy?"
 

"Well maybe because you know what will happen to you if you don’t!"
 

"Why, what are you going to do?"
 

“Let’s not go there again, the possibilities are practically endless. You know I have so much stuff on you little sister, I can very easily ruin you, your reputation, your whole life. Then if I were to let slip something to Ryan, probably your health, definitely your face. Look, I don’t want to keep repeating this same discussion with you every time you don't want to do something I tell you to. It should be very apparent to you by this point that you want... no, actually you need to keep me and my friends very happy. You can do that by doing what we’ve told you, exactly what we’ve told you. If you don't? Well, that’s up to you I suppose.” She spoke quietly, clearly and very ominously.
 

“And what would he do to you? You set all this up, claiming I was your cousin!” I retorted desperately.
 

“Much as he wouldn’t get rough with you while he thinks you are a girl, I really don’t see him holding back much when he finds out you’re just a sissy boy, do you? As for me, I was still a girl the last time I looked. So although he may be upset with me, he probably won’t rearrange my face.”
 

She was right and I knew it. She had me and there was nothing I could do.
 

"So, what do you want me to do,” I capitulated. “I've already kissed him and everything."
 

"Oh you'll be kissing him a lot more and much better than that. When we get back out there start by holding his hand."
 

"Okay," I said dubiously.
 

"And you’d better start to show some real enthusiasm, rub your legs against his under the table, lean into him more and for Christ’s sake look at him! Oh, and stop talking to Joey, he’s not your date."
 

“What about Joey? What are you giving him for your $100 meal?” I sniped.
 

“None of your business! And you’ll pay for that later.” She retorted.
 

"Fine," I sulked. "Don't you have to go to the bathroom?"
 

"We just did," she replied. "Now touch up your makeup and no more backchat!"
 

After we’d touched up and checked each other we walked back out to the boys at the table. I noticed a lot of guys in the restaurant, some much older, checking us out as we did. As if reading my mind, Alexis whispered to me, "I'm wearing pants. It's you they're staring at."