From SaraSissyGirl Blog
April 23, 2012
There have been fewer personal updates lately, about Emily and
I, for which I apologize, but I've been hard at work on my new book, The Sissy
Pilot, which should come out in the next few months. This is a long story,
currently a little longer than A Change in Our Marriage, and of that genre
(feminization, emasculation, cuckolding). While I have a couple of other long
stories in the works, it looks like this is the one that is going to get
published first.
Below is my working cover (thanks to the simply amazing OnlyTease,
which you should all check out for letting me use the image, which I'm
super pumped about because that image was the inspiration for the story).
And
here is an excerpt:
The run didn’t clear my head, didn’t even come close. I tried, I
really did, to lose myself in the road, but I couldn’t. Every time my thoughts
drifted, every time I started to just myself go, mentally, two images
flashed into my brain: the picture of the pilot Mrs. Peterson gave me and the
white lace bra and panty set. I couldn’t let it go because I kept coming back
to imagining myself dressed like, looking like, that pilot in the picture. She
was beautiful, stunning even. And Mrs. Peterson, with some apparent help from
my fiancée, expected me to look like that. I couldn’t let it go, because I was
marching to my execution. I felt emasculated enough when I was out of
work—though I assumed finding work would end that—but now the job itself, by
design, was going to emasculate me even further.
Up until two days ago, I was only mentally emasculated, but not
it was going to be physical emasculated, too, a physical manifestation of the
feelings I’d had for weeks and weeks. That wouldn’t help my thoughts and
feelings, it would make them so much worse. I thought work would restore my
masculinity, but it was going to do just the opposite. And all with my
fiancée’s fucking support!
I tried to let it go, because there was another thought in my
mind, a creeping suspicion, a lingering fear. What if I…no, no, I couldn’t
think that, no. There was no way. Stop, Dana, stop, I told myself, stop. Run,
let it go, run. Run.
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There's a relatively simple solution for that:
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