Party Princess: A Feminization Fantasy ... Fulfilled!

Eric has kinky fantasies ... ones he's way too embarrassed to share with his long-time girlfriend, Nina. Fantasies about being turned into a sexy woman and made to debase himself in public ... as well as do all kinds of things that dudes (straight ones, anyway!) just aren't supposed to do.

What Eric doesn't know is that his online confidant, Domina Velvet, has spilled all his secrets to Nina, who's got a little surprise in mind for Eric's upcoming birthday. This mild-mannered software engineer is about to be thrust into the spotlight as he's dolled up and made the center of attention at the party to end all parties!

This raunchy novelette from best-selling author Arya Martin features femdom, feminization, public humiliation, multiple partners, first-time bisexuality, and more!

EXCERPT:

“What the—?” Eric blurted, then laughed nervously. “Nina, what are you up to here, babe?”

“Quiet, slut,” she whispered in his ear.

A chill ran up his spine.

She pushed him backward, hard, sending his feet out from under him. He felt the panic of falling for a split second, until his rear end landed on the seat cushion of a small chair.

“N-nina,” he stammered, stunned.

“That’ll be ‘Mistress’ to you,” she replied, every trace of mirth gone from her voice. It was like she’d suddenly turned into a different person. It made Eric feel a little anxious, even though it was turning him on like nobody’s business.

He felt a length of rope cross his upper body suddenly, then wind around him repeatedly, fixing him against the back of the chair. Based on the speed with which this was done and the shuffling sounds around him, he was pretty sure his girlfriend wasn’t the only person in the room.

“Who’s here?” he whispered nervously. This would have been the most awesome thing ever if he and Nina were alone. But the fact that some unidentified person was privy to the proceeding did not comfort him at all.

Suddenly, the blindfold was ripped from his eyes. He blinked to adjust to the light. Looming in front of him were two women—one of them Nina, the other very familiar as well … though she looked even sexier in person.

Velvet?! he thought, but just managed to stop himself from saying out loud. What the …. This couldn’t really be happening. He had to be dreaming it. Right? His instinct was that he shouldn’t let on that he knew her in front of Nina … but if she and Nina were working together, then that meant Nina already knew … right?

“You know this woman, don’t you, Eric?” said Nina, arching her perfect brows wickedly. “Or should I say ‘Erica’?”

“I … I can explain,” rambled Eric, his mouth suddenly dry. “She’s just a friend. Really. I promise, Nina.”

The two women looked at each other and laughed. Eric hardly dared to look at Velvet, much as he wanted to drink in the sight of her pale, perfect curves, her sensual lips, her wild mane of golden blonde hair. She was such a lovely contrast to Nina’s darker brand of beauty. They made quite the pair, these two. And, while Nina wore a clingy, low-cut dress, Velvet was in full dominatrix garb—a black PVC corset, gloves, fishnets, thigh-high boots with heels that could put an eye out. God, did he ever want to stare at her—but he couldn’t. Not until he knew what the hell was going on here.

“Just a friend, huh?” Nina perked a brow.