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“I have an apartment here in the city,” Dana explained. She had pulled the rented car out of the street space she had squeezed it into earlier, and into the morning traffic. “It’s more convenient after shows, and events, and .. " she paused, glancing aside at Valerie, who was staring out the window at the Friday bustle.
The door to Valerie’s apartment was not even closed when she and Dana finally stepped up to the threshold. Valerie pushed it open cautiously, but there was no sign that anyone else had been there since she was taken the evening before.
The pavement was uncomfortable against Valerie’s bare feet, but it felt better than the carpet of the trunk had. The sun was too low to warm the night’s chill out of the air, and she was still dressed only in the thin pajamas she’d been wearing. She shivered from the cold, and from the chaotic emotions swirling around in her head. It seemed like a week ago that she had been pacing around her apartment, agonizing over Dana’s contract; the events since then left her dizzy, and incapable of untangling the mess of emotions she was feeling.
Lucca flew north along the highway, just high enough to be safe but low enough that the cars were easy to make out. They didn’t spot very many; the roads out there that early in the morning were the next best thing to deserted.
The drive through the inland California scrub seemed to go on forever. By the time Dana made it into and then over the mountains, the sky was just beginning to show the very first hints of pre-dawn light.
More than anything else, Valerie was confused by the man’s words and his treatment of her. She didn’t believe his assurance that he meant her no harm- He’d already drugged her, and her cramped and bruised body seemed to pass the bar for “hurting” as far as she was concerned. The car hit a small bump that knocked her up and down against the unpadded trunk floor, and she whimpered, and tried without success to find a position that was comfortable.
The doorbell was insistent and ungraceful, someone pushing the button over and over again while simultaneously hammering on the door, rattling the security chain. She dropped her phone in surprise at the suddenness of it, but recovered it quickly and slipped it into the pocket of her pajamas. She cracked open the door, security chain still fastened.
okay. Valerie sent the first message quickly, rapidly typing out the four letters and hitting send before her mind had a chance to reconsider yet again. She immediately tapped the message and her finger hovered over the delete button while she agonized. The Read indicator showed up a moment later.
Six months ago. Valerie stepped through the door, into to the apartment that she and Heather shared. She was shivering from the cold and the fog outside. The apartment was dark, and silent- normally Heather would on the couch, murdering a bottle of wine while watching something inane on the TV.
Valerie wasn’t sure how long her alarm had been going off. She’d gotten back to her apartment late Sunday afternoon- had lost most of the day- and was so drained and groggy that she collapsed into bed.