Sometimes a book just strikes you the right way, connecting with you on an emotional level as well as an intellectual one.The best books are those inSometimes a book just strikes you the right way, connecting with you on an emotional level as well as an intellectual one.The best books are those in which we can find a little bit of ourselves . . . and Girly Weekend by Lyka Bloom is one with which I identified deeply.
David is a young man who has been crossdressing for years. It started out as more of a fetish than any deep-seated gender identity issue, but Darla - his feminine identity - has been growing and developing with every girly weekend of self-exploration. I loved that David and Darla are presented as separate identities, almost a split personality. I can identify with the idea of a feminine self into whom one can escape, another self who has her own ideas, needs, wants, and emotions.
Of course, as the years pass, the roles begin to swap, with Darla becoming the dominant personality, driving David to some crucial life decisions, aided by one special friend. Just an overall lovely story, one that's more about identity than any sort of sexual longing.
Lyka Bloom is always a great read, and Camp Futa is no exception. Technically, it should be called Camp Shemale or Camp Sissy, since these lucky prisoLyka Bloom is always a great read, and Camp Futa is no exception. Technically, it should be called Camp Shemale or Camp Sissy, since these lucky prisoners are feminized beauties who are left with a dangling reminder of their manhood, not the traditional dual-gendered hermaphrodite of Japanese hentai, but that's a minor quibble.
We begin with a sympathetic introduction to Carl, one that makes us understand that he's more a victim of circumstance than a real criminal. Sure, he's made some bad choices, but he never set out to harm anyone, and that's important. Presumably, it's that low-risk sort of mentality that results in Tonya Crane selecting him as one of her "very special candidates." With no idea what's in store, Carl and 5 other inmates are put on a bus and driven deep into the woods, to a remote, run down camp where their lives are to be transformed.
To say that these men are slowly, seductively transformed into big busted shemales and sexually submissive sissies is no spoiler, especially to fans of Lyka's work, but (as always) it's the how and the why that make the story so compelling. The transformations here are slow and subtle, operating on a physical, intellectual, and emotional level. Even knowing what to expect, there's still a delicious sense of mystery to the story, and the final climactic reveals are so much fun. As it turns out, the inmates are just trading one sentence for another, but there's no doubt their new lives will be much more enjoyable that what awaited them behind bars.
My goodness, so many fantasies all wrapped up in one delicious scenario! College Girl Discipline is a bit of a dream come true as Paul Zante introduceMy goodness, so many fantasies all wrapped up in one delicious scenario! College Girl Discipline is a bit of a dream come true as Paul Zante introduces us to a happily married couple who have decided to experiment a little to keep their relationship fresh.
I love how Zante opens with a tease, introducing us to Shannon and Greg, suggesting there's something sexy and exciting on the horizon, but delaying the gratification until we're at their Mistress' front door, ready to play. Greg's feminization is very well done, with just enough detail to satisfy the most ardent fetishist, but not so much that it loses its realism.
The school fantasy that follows is hotter and far more involved than I could have imagined, and I absolutely love that Shannon gets dominated right alongside Greg. It's odd to find a book that appeals as much to lezdom as femdom enthusiasts, but this is quite delightful. In fact, the climax is entirely suitable to the story, and reveals just what I suspected (and hoped for) in Sierra, the Mistress' french maid.
Now this, bois and gurls, is how you write an erotic over-the-top futanari fantasy!
James Oenemal has clearly read (and enjoyed) the original source mNow this, bois and gurls, is how you write an erotic over-the-top futanari fantasy!
James Oenemal has clearly read (and enjoyed) the original source material, by which I mean those hentai classics featuring exaggerated dual genitalia, orgasms of impossible volume, and adorable innocence in the face of perversion. My Futanari Stepsister is just as naughty, kinky, and taboo as you could possibly hope, with a narrative style that works perfectly for the material.
Daniel is an adorably naive young virgin who spends his summer dreaming of college, a career, and the women that career will bring him. To shy and nervous to actually approach a woman on his own, he figures they’ll come flocking to his door once he’s well-established and on his way to building his fortune. In the meantime, he still has one last summer of dealing with the cruel bullying of his older sister and her friends – including Ella, whose small gestures of kindness have kindled a romantic infatuation in young Daniel.
Naturally, he’s suspicious when Chloe and her friends break down his bedroom door, but he wants to believe that their offer to ‘educate’ him and ‘turn him into a great guy’ is genuine. Before he knows it, the girls are all stripping down to teach him about the different sizes and shapes of breasts, before directing his attention down below. That’s where it gets interesting.
Alice and Kylie each have a giant penis strapped to their thigh by a garter. Sarah and Chloe both have “mystery meat” that’s bent backwards and hidden inside their vaginas. Ella, on the other hand, has a “dog in a bun” that’s bent backwards and tucked up between her butt cheeks. Having never seen a naked woman in the flesh, Daniel completely buys into the idea that this is all completely natural. When Kylie informs him that “a REAL woman has the best of ALL worlds, and she must be pleased in every way,” he’s nervous and hesitant, but has no problem following their lead in learning the ropes.
To say any more would be to spoil the fun, but James Oenemal builds on Daniel’s naïve innocence to guide him through a series of erotic encounters, each more depraved and impossible that the last. He gets to watch, to please, and to be pleased along the way. There’s a fine line between explicit perversity and pure vulgarity, but My Futanari Stepsister successfully manages to make the most of the former without ever descending to the level of the latter.