| Author: | Lyra K. | ISBN: | 9781497724297 |
| Publisher: | Lyra K. | Publication: | February 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lyra K. |
| ISBN: | 9781497724297 |
| Publisher: | Lyra K. |
| Publication: | February 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
After some thoughtless sexist comments on his vlog, Youtube superstar MadMatt finds his fame (and royalties) dwindling! And the only one who can save his reputation is the feminist superstar Jemma Heart, but before she speaks out for him he has to walk a mile in her high heeled shoes!
Features Maddie beginning her slow transformation from slovenly nerd to cosplay babe - and the lessons she learns.
Excerpt: He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, mind still trying to catch up. It felt like every part of his body was being pinched, squeezed, or hugged tightly by his new outfit, even though it was simply the female equivalent of his own style (or lack thereof). But the worst was yet to come, and he made a conscious effort not to see tomorrow’s outfit laying by Jemma’s bed, focusing instead on the brown leather ankle boots at his feet. They were sleek and fashionable looking except for the narrow heel on the back, and he slipped them on easily. The inner lining was warm on his bare feet and unsteadily, he got to his feet.
The three inch heels forced more of his weight onto his toes, and swaying slightly he took a few experimental steps. It was awkward at first and he wouldn’t be winning any triathlons, but as long as he kept his steps small (and infuriatingly dainty) he could stay upright.
The more time passed, the more he had to wonder - why in the world do women wear any of these things? Despite being clothed from head to toe, the tight fabric made him feel naked. The thought of going outside dressed like this and being seen was almost unthinkable. What if he was discovered? Or god forbid, what if he wasn’t? Could he really even call himself a man anymore, at the mercy of this stranger who dolled him up in a bra and panties?
Just then, Jemma swung open the bathroom door and walked out - just as transformed as Matt had been. Her face was flawless, framed to the chin by shining black curls. Her gray cotton blouse displayed her natural curves, outlining her narrow waist and flat tummy while prominently (though not trashily) displaying the rounded tops of her breasts. A moment passed before Matt realized he was quite obviously leering at her, and she gave him a knowing look.
“Go ahead, take a good long look. In a few minutes the shoe will be on the other foot.”
After some thoughtless sexist comments on his vlog, Youtube superstar MadMatt finds his fame (and royalties) dwindling! And the only one who can save his reputation is the feminist superstar Jemma Heart, but before she speaks out for him he has to walk a mile in her high heeled shoes!
Features Maddie beginning her slow transformation from slovenly nerd to cosplay babe - and the lessons she learns.
Excerpt: He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, mind still trying to catch up. It felt like every part of his body was being pinched, squeezed, or hugged tightly by his new outfit, even though it was simply the female equivalent of his own style (or lack thereof). But the worst was yet to come, and he made a conscious effort not to see tomorrow’s outfit laying by Jemma’s bed, focusing instead on the brown leather ankle boots at his feet. They were sleek and fashionable looking except for the narrow heel on the back, and he slipped them on easily. The inner lining was warm on his bare feet and unsteadily, he got to his feet.
The three inch heels forced more of his weight onto his toes, and swaying slightly he took a few experimental steps. It was awkward at first and he wouldn’t be winning any triathlons, but as long as he kept his steps small (and infuriatingly dainty) he could stay upright.
The more time passed, the more he had to wonder - why in the world do women wear any of these things? Despite being clothed from head to toe, the tight fabric made him feel naked. The thought of going outside dressed like this and being seen was almost unthinkable. What if he was discovered? Or god forbid, what if he wasn’t? Could he really even call himself a man anymore, at the mercy of this stranger who dolled him up in a bra and panties?
Just then, Jemma swung open the bathroom door and walked out - just as transformed as Matt had been. Her face was flawless, framed to the chin by shining black curls. Her gray cotton blouse displayed her natural curves, outlining her narrow waist and flat tummy while prominently (though not trashily) displaying the rounded tops of her breasts. A moment passed before Matt realized he was quite obviously leering at her, and she gave him a knowing look.
“Go ahead, take a good long look. In a few minutes the shoe will be on the other foot.”
