A Change of Plans is a kinky, t4t, sapphic fiction book(‽‽) that I’m writing. I post new chapters every Thursday.
Valerie is a trans woman in her late twenties; her family is unaccepting of her transition, her abusive partner left her suddenly a few months ago, and her job is about to fire her. Dana, also trans, is older (if not necessarily wiser), but managed to turn a lucky career in tech into independent wealth. She’s had her eye on Valerie for a while now, and can’t escape her fantasies of acquiring the girl as her pet.
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These are the “good” things the story contains, though of course if you find these to be problematic, you might want to find something else to read.
(As of right now, October 9th, most of these are mere promises of what’s to come.)
These are elements that are explicitly present as part of the characters' background and/or the context of the story. I try to approach these topics seriously, and they aren’t played for laughs or for sexual prurience. I absolutely welcome feedback about how sensitively I’m approaching them, either positive or negative.
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@ me on blue sky @quiet.inkThe following day was uneventful, and it passed in a haze of melancholy and uncertainty. Valerie and Dana shared no more deep conversations about her feelings, only polite pleasantries. Valerie wished she knew how to break the ice that seemed to be forming between them, but she could never seem to draw Dana out when the woman did not want to speak; and being honest with herself, she still felt hurt and wary.
It was most of an hour before Valerie was able to speak coherently. She was huddled under a blanket— an expensive one, presumably, but itchy wool against her bare skin. She barely noticed.
“Please… Not— not like this?” Dana paused, holding the latex hood. Valerie’s expression was sad— grieving. Dana could tell that the feelings were genuine, that the girl was not bratting. She did not understand why that day was so different from past days, in honest did not understand the plea— not like what?— and she felt heat rising in the back of her neck.
The evening before. Dana and Lucca were in an unremarkable cocktail bar, the closest spot to their client’s office, where they could sneak off for a celebratory drink. They sat facing each other across a small two-seat table, leaning in to hear each other more easily over the din of tech workers drinking their after-work drinks.
Dana was unusually quiet for the rest of the morning, and Valerie tried to be on her best behavior, for fear of worsening the woman’s mood. Dana showered, disappeared into her office for a few hours of work. Around lunch time, she summoned Valerie to the bedroom.
“Good relationships are about communication. How can she meet your needs if you won’t tell her what they are?”
A week slipped by with Valerie scarcely realizing; with little discussion, Dana returned to what passed for normal routine. Valerie’s newly complicated feelings about the situation did not precisely fade, but they mingled with the day-to-day mix of boredom, frustrated arousal, pain, and pleasure.
Dana lay beside Valerie for most of an hour while the girl cried herself out. Valerie would have preferred to be alone in her sorrow, even if that meant curled on the bare mattress in the cell. Telling Dana to go away was not a choice she felt foolish enough to even consider.
Valerie felt Dana shift around on the bed; the latex hood obscured her vision, and while the imperfect seal let in a small amount of light, this only served to remind her of how little she could actually see.
Valerie stretched her arms out to relieve the ropes’ pull on her wrists. She opened and closed her hands, trying to find even a little slack. The ropes were tight, and not quite painful; and as long as she did not pull on them too hard, there was none of the tingling numbness that would indicate danger.