| Author: | Emily Jane Islip | ISBN: | 9781498969277 |
| Publisher: | Emily Jane Islip | Publication: | May 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Emily Jane Islip |
| ISBN: | 9781498969277 |
| Publisher: | Emily Jane Islip |
| Publication: | May 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
On Citadel Station, the Slaver's Guild will grant you one huge favor in exchange for spending a year of your life in slavery. In this 3,500 word erotic short, Jake takes up that offer -- agreeing to be sold into slavery in exchange for being able to live as a woman.
WARNING: This story is intended for adults only, and contains scenes of BDSM, watersports, and gender-bending.
Sample text:
By day 20 my chest has gone from ‘man pecs’ to ‘flat-chested girl’ to ‘itty bitty titties’. My hair is getting longer, to the point where it hangs over my neck. I’ve even started shaving my legs silky-smooth, and trimming my pubic hair into a neat little triangle.
The day before I’m scheduled to show up at the Slavers’ Guild, a package shows up at my front door. Attached is a note:
Heather,
Wear this when you show up tomorrow
Ms. Basil
Inside the box is a pink babydoll tee with the word ‘SLUT’ written across the chest in silver glitter. There’s also a small black skirt, and matching purple bra and panties. A part of me dreads the thought of being seen in this outfit, but another part is thrilled to actually be walking to the guild offices and being seen as a woman.
On Citadel Station, the Slaver's Guild will grant you one huge favor in exchange for spending a year of your life in slavery. In this 3,500 word erotic short, Jake takes up that offer -- agreeing to be sold into slavery in exchange for being able to live as a woman.
WARNING: This story is intended for adults only, and contains scenes of BDSM, watersports, and gender-bending.
Sample text:
By day 20 my chest has gone from ‘man pecs’ to ‘flat-chested girl’ to ‘itty bitty titties’. My hair is getting longer, to the point where it hangs over my neck. I’ve even started shaving my legs silky-smooth, and trimming my pubic hair into a neat little triangle.
The day before I’m scheduled to show up at the Slavers’ Guild, a package shows up at my front door. Attached is a note:
Heather,
Wear this when you show up tomorrow
Ms. Basil
Inside the box is a pink babydoll tee with the word ‘SLUT’ written across the chest in silver glitter. There’s also a small black skirt, and matching purple bra and panties. A part of me dreads the thought of being seen in this outfit, but another part is thrilled to actually be walking to the guild offices and being seen as a woman.
