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.ink“Do you want to use your safe word, now?” Valerie blinked at Dana, eyes wide in surprise. As she processed that feeling, some pieces started to fall into place for her. Dana had spoken of fear, and Valerie realized the woman thought that fear was all that kept her.
Valerie finished tidying, and Dana and Lucca still had not returned. She showered, and between the caffeine from her tea and the almost-scalding water, she felt fully awake afterward; if not entirely clear-headed. Her time with Lucca had left her exhausted and something like sated; but another day and night had passed and with nothing left to occupy the time, her mind wandered.
Valerie woke with a start; she had dreamed again of the inside of a car trunk, of darkness and fear and the certainty of her own eventual destruction, if not death.
Dana paced her dimly lit hotel room, debating how much of heaven and earth she was willing to uproot to get back to California a few hours early. She had no way to reach Valerie directly— a situation of her own making, and one she was, at least in that moment, regretting. A simple text message would have done wonders to set her mind at ease.
Valerie stood naked in front of the full length mirror in Dana’s bathroom, staring at herself. Her eyes were fixed on the metal that Lucca had put through her body. She had been staring for several minutes, lost in thought; occasionally she turned, just to watch the light glint off of the new piercings.
Valerie moaned as the plug inside her cycled on. Her eyes widened — pointlessly, behind both blindfold and hood. The intense pulsing lasted only a few seconds before cutting off again.
Isolation, and Valerie’s own fearful imagination, broke her before any action of Lucca’s.
Without instructions to the contrary, Valerie slept in the cell that night. Unbound, still wearing the flannel pajamas, with a blanket, and no cold shower— she found it practically luxurious. She slept well, and, blessedly, dreamed only strange dreams, whose memory dissipated when she awoke.
“Yellow,” Valerie answered, shifting her eyes away from Lucca. She felt suddenly shy, and was unwilling to see the expression they would give her in reply. She suppressed a shudder as she imagined the scenario Lucca had asked about, but she also imagined herself enduring it. Surviving it.
Valerie had finished nearly all of her oatmeal, and a second cup of black diner coffee, but she couldn’t handle another bite of the now-cold porridge. Lucca flagged down their server, and a few minutes later she dropped off the check.