Out Now! WISHING WELL!

Well I'm out of hospital now but still convalescing. However until I'm well enough to write, here's something else to keep you occupied...

My latest book, finished before I got ill, has been available on Amazon and Smashwords for a while now...

What Does it Say on the Back of the Book? 

Lionel's life is going nowhere. His job is a joke. His boss bullies him. He has little or no prospects. His girlfriend, Jenny is the only thing going for him and he's in danger of messing that up. Nothing he does ever seems to work out.

That is until the day that Lionel makes a wish at a well by the river during his lunch break that he could become a senior manager at work. He doesn't for a minute believe it will come true but it does, in a totally unexpected way. Lionel becomes a manager; a middle-aged, female manager.

Suddenly he’s getting all the respect and remuneration he could want – he’s even able to get revenge on his boss – but he’s not sure he wants to stay this way... not sure at all! Being a woman isn’t as bad as he thought it would be but it isn’t what he imagined his life would be like. Still, it seems like maybe he shouldn’t make too hasty a decision to go back to the awful life he had.

That is until he finds out that his girlfriend Jenny has been affected by the wish too: changing her into an entirely different person... and she’s not very happy about it!

What follows is a tornado of transformation as both Lionel and Jenny try to wish themselves to happiness, but as the effects of their wishes become ever more extreme, it starts to look like the one thing that will definitely be lost forever is their love for one another.

How Much Does it Cost? 

The book is available for the princely sum of $2.99 or about £1.99

Where Can You Get It? 

Wishing Well is available at the following places as an ebook. I'll produce a hardcopy one at some point but don't hold your breath.

For the Kindle Version: 

Amazon.com 

Amazon.co.uk 

For pretty much any kind of electronic format: 

Smashwords 

The Ongoing Adventures of Emma Finn

Well I'm very sorry that I haven't been posting for a while and I'm afraid it's going to be a while longer before I'm back regularly. 

I had an unexpected transformation of my own from a healthy person to a sick person, having to go into hospital for emergency surgery. I'm still there now but I'm starting to feel a whole lot better. It isn't too distant: the time when I can post again. 

Any major surgery can be dicey on survivability so with death staring me in the face I took steps to ensure that if something does happen to me then you guys won't be left hanging. Instructions have been left so that you'll get to read at least the outlines for Cleaner and Lady Ann if I do pop my clogs. Though it's looking like I'll be fine... for now at least. 

Still... not something we have to worry about anymore. 

Now... I've had a lot of time to think and it's made me question some of my writing goals. I may make a few changes in future but nothing too drastic as far as you're concerned. 

I still plan to go on with Cleaner and Lady Ann. I'll get back onto them as soon as I can. Might be another week. 

Mainly I think I'd like to give a bit more time to my non-transformation novels rather than just producing transfo-ones. There are several good ones I'm partly through and I'd love to do a Lynch Heinouson sequel. 

That doesn't mean I won't go on releasing more transformation books. I might just do it every other book or so. We'll see. 

Thank you so much for all the support you've given over the years and lately. As you may have heard me say, my writing, and the feedback I get back from you guys is one of the best things in my life and one of the only things that only ever makes me happy. 

Sorry!

Sorry I'm not posting at the moment. I'm very ill.

Hopefully I'll get back to posting soon. 

Coming Soon: Wishing Well!

Some of you may be excited to learn that on Wednesday 14th October a new transformation novel will be available called Wishing Well!

This is an expanded version of the serialised story that's been running in A New You. It takes the episodes released so far and draws them to a conclusion and every chapter has also been expanded with a new scene to add greater depth to the narrative.

If you haven't been following it in A New You then this is your chance to read the entire story as a novel. If you have and you liked it then now you can find out what happens at the end a bit early and also get more... juicy scenes.

Wishing Well is all about a couple named Lionel and Jenny whose life isn't really going anywhere. When Lionel makes a throwaway wish at a well he suddenly finds himself transformed into a woman.

This is very much only the beginning as the impact of this wish is felt by him and Jenny. As wish after wish is made, the couple's lives are changed over and over again until it is very much put into question whether they will ever get back to being themselves. Or ever find happiness.

The book comes out on October 14th but is available now for pre-order on Amazon and Smashwords! 

CLEANER II: Chapter Five - Part Nine

DAHLIA

It was the end of another long day: up at the crack of dawn to clean outside the hotel around the pool, then helping with breakfast, more cleaning (stripping beds and doing bedrooms), a break for a few hours in which I went to the local shop for supplies then sat in my room with the curtains drawn shoving junk food in my mouth, more cleaning, then helping with dinner.

When it got time for me to eat I binged even more than normal, piling the food that little bit higher on each plate; going back for one entire plateful over and above what I normally did. It was a wonder I could pack it in there but I was somehow able to. It made me think about the scratching I had had when I was in my old life. Back then I would have felt bloated after half of one plate. Nowadays I was having four; eight times further on than I would have said stop in the old days.

I didn’t play poker with Maxine and the girls. The cook finished in the kitchen earlier than normal. I saw him headed out and followed after him. I caught up with him on the stairs up toward his room.

“Vasilis!”

He turned back but the look on his face wasn’t a happy one. He looked put out.

I gave a shy, needy smile. “Where are you off to? Are you having an early night?”

“Er... I, uh... I’m busy tonight. Out for drinks with friends.”

“Oh.” I smiled. “Can I come?”

He looked pained. “It’s just men.” He continued up the stairs. I walked after him.

“Are you going out right away?”

“Not... In a while. In half an hour.”

“Oh. I might come up then and hang out with you while you get ready.” He was moving quickly in his lithe slim body. I struggled to keep the same distance between us in my bloated, sagging one. He reached the first landing and hurried down the corridor to the back stairs. He was pulling away. “Hang on,” I said, giving a nervous chuckle. “I can’t keep up.”

He stopped and gave off a sigh. I waddled up behind him. The skin around his eyes and mouth was taut. Had anyone ever looked at me like that in my former life? No men surely. Men had been fawning or lustful, kind or generous, charmed by my looks and my personality.

“What is it?” he said. “I told you I’m busy.”

“I just... wanted to spend some time with you while you were getting ready to go out,” I said.

“Why?”

“Uh... What?”

“Why do you want to come up? I don’t have time for sex. I’m going out.”

“To... talk? I was feeling... I’m a bit lonely. Are you sure I can’t come out drinking with you?”

The tightened skin around his eyes spread onto his cheeks in ribbons of white. “I want time away. That is the whole point. I don’t want you there. It’s embarrassing.”

“What?”

“Pfah.” He walked away.

“Wait,” I said. “Embarrassing how?”

He stopped, scratched his forehead, didn’t turn.

“Vasilis. What is it?”

He showed me his face. “I like... big women. That’s why I like you. But you’re too big now. Too fat. Look at you. You’re gross. My friends think I’m an idiot being with you.”

“What?”

He walked away then paused. “If you want to fuck later then you can come up when I get back. I’ll knock on your door.” He looked pissed off like I’d just done him down somehow. “Do you want that?”

The offer was made like he was doing me a favour.

I thought of all the men who had pursued me in my life as a beautiful model: hundreds of handsome guys willing to do anything to earn my favour. There was no pursuit here. Even his initial interest had been lackadaisical. If anything I was the pursuer and looking at his gaunt, sunken face, bony body and protuberant eyes, his greasy skin, I saw reflected my own level of attractiveness. But it wasn’t just looks; it was all about self-image and confidence. Out of the two of us, he had assumed the dominant role. I was the one desperate for the connection. He could take it or leave it.

“Well” he asked. “Do you want to fuck later?”

My mouth quivered. I looked at his dirty shoes. Still looking at them, I nodded.

“Fine,” he said offishly, again as though he were granting a boon. “If I feel like it I’ll give your door a kick on my way past. You can follow me up.”

“Uh, okay.”

“But do something about your appearance first for God’s sake. You get fatter and uglier each time I see you. And cleaning makes you smell.”

He turned away again and this time he didn’t look back.

I stood there in the corridor, trying to understand what had just happened for well over ten minutes. All I could think about was the man I’d spied flirting with Melissa next to the pool; how into her he had been.

Surely I had almost achieved my goal in full now. I was no longer treated like the woman I used to be in any way.

The Future of Lady Ann

I have decided to change the way I produce the on-going adventures of Lady Ann and her family. This will be excellent news for some and may perplex others. As far as I’m concerned it will improve the story overall and point me in a better direction to produce the entire epic in a more structured and cunning way.

Lady Ann’s Folly

The book I’ve recently been releasing as an online serial was set to be about 900 pages long and though it’s going well, it has proved somewhat unwieldy. As a result I’ve decided to break it down into more manageable chunks. The first chunk is now complete.

At some point in the future I’ll be releasing this as a book but will be making some pretty big changes to it before then to make it stand on its own two feet. I’ll be tightening up the storylines, building to a proper climax, giving each character a more organised story arc and filling in gaps where characters haven’t been given the page-time they deserved. You may have noticed that Burt and the now adult Reggie have barely had a look-in and the new maid Nellie could have done more. Every character’s story arcs will be improved.

So Lady Ann’s Folly is now over. I’ll be starting a new Lady Ann book (the sequel) in six days. This will carry the story seamlessly on as we find out what happens next for everyone involved. The goal here is to craft much better tales that hang together properly and keep every principle character in focus for more of the time.

The new book will have a new name (that I haven’t decided on yet) and will hurl the characters into new challenges as they struggle with their new lives.

Lady Ann’s Holiday

In the fullness of time I also intend to go back to Lady Ann’s Holiday and expand it further (I know, I’m mad!). I just love that story and have always felt there wasn’t enough detail, even though it’s really long already.

As I expand it I’ll be breaking Lady Ann’s Holiday up into a series of smaller books. Each book will weigh in at about 250 pages so overall there will be a lot more to it. Eventually there will be a very long series of books. I have 11 planned at the moment but you never know, it may just go on forever!

Or until my untimely death.

CLEANER II: Chapter Five - Part Eight

MELISSA

All my life I had been a huge lumbering heifer.

Any kind of grace or agility had been out of the question. When it came to sports at school, my only drive had been in how to circumnavigate it. I never really took part, even if I was “taking part.” I walked during cross-country. I stood sullenly with my arms folded during netball. I claimed cramps as often as my idiot male PE teacher was gullible enough to believe it.

I didn’t play outside as a child; I stayed in. I wasn’t a popular little girl. Children didn’t call for me and I didn’t call for them. If I had they would have laughed in my face. I didn’t do exercise of any kind.

As a result I was round and chubby. I sweated and panted when climbing stairs. My muscles were only strong enough to carry off the waddling gait that trundled my massive bulk from place to place.

All summer I had been in training and I was a new person now. My fat was (on the whole) a thing of the past. My muscles were honed and toned. They had needed to build up quickly so that I could manage to train with all that extra weight to carry that I started out with.

But even though I had done so well; transformed myself as surely as if I’d had a magical pendant to do the job, I was still scared to death when I turned up at the ballet class.

It wasn’t something that was available on the resort; I had travelled into town to do it. There was a dance academy that ran sessions for locals and tourists. I found it online and signed up.

When I got there I didn’t want to go in. I just had so much conditioning against this sort of thing. Everybody knew Melissa Chapman couldn’t do something like this.

But then... I wasn’t Melissa Chapman anymore. I was Dahlia Western.

Melissa Chapman was an obese, four-eyed cleaning woman who twenty four hours earlier had been pathetic enough to spy on me while I chatted up the bloke by the pool.

I could do this. I could do anything.

I showed myself in the door. A Greek lady ran the class with a fat man pressing play and stop on the music. She was an ageing beauty; very exuberant and welcoming. I started to feel better.

The group seemed to be a mixture of different levels of talent. While I got ready I kept an eye on what was going on and felt a bit better about being there. I wasn’t going to be the only duffer in the class.

I recalled Dahlia spying on me from the day before and grinned to myself. I had been a fantasy of mine and to see it play out almost exactly had been wonderful. That she had sunk so low that she would consider doing that: spying on me with a man! And to think that she really thought she was hidden, trying to hide that bloated body of hers behind plants. I laughed out loud to think of it but the dancers noticed so I covered it up. I didn’t want them to think I was laughing at them.

How wonderful it had been to show off my newfound confidence and charisma, knowing she was watching and judging herself against it! I had wondered if it had been a risk; pushing her to the point where she would call it off; but I was almost at the point now where I honestly didn’t feel that that would happen. Surely she had been pushed by me or herself beyond the point where anything would stop her bizarre and self-destructive spiral into corpulent obscurity and servile poverty.

Ah me, oh my, but I felt happy.

I finished getting ready and joined the class. It was a little difficult getting into it at first – my body still wasn’t used to being graceful, despite the lessons I’d been having – but it didn’t take long. I had never felt this way in my life: that anything was within reach and possible. I think my confidence was leaving the atmosphere and shooting up into space it was so high.

The teacher was kind and good at explaining things and as the lesson went on I started to realise something. I wasn’t the worst in the class or the second worst. Of the beginners, I wasn’t close to bottom. My modelling lessons and the strength I had built in my arms and legs actually gave me an advantage. And that confidence. I was starting to realise that things like this were ninety percent self-belief. It was the tense muscles and trepidation of a defeatist attitude that made most folks stumble. Those things weren’t a problem for me.

One wall of the room was made up of tall wall mirrors separated by carved and varnished wooden strips. I watched myself through the glass, smiling. I looked so fabulous; so elegant. And... beautiful. Could that really be?

But it seemed to be so to my eye. And surely I had managed to bed so many men now. It must have been true.

Seeing myself in such broad mirrors for so long; seeing myself move so gracefully; it did something in my mind; clicked a switch from off to on that ignited a flashing sign in my head, telling me that maybe I had never been ugly. Maybe I’d just drowned under the rivers of fat. Maybe beneath all that I had angular cheekbones and dimples like Dahlia’s and pretty eyes. With the makeup and hair I did look like a model.

And I realised something else.

Up until now I had fantasised about really taking Dahlia’s place; going back to world like that; really being her back in England in front of everybody. I had never really believed it was possible.

Things were different now. Looking at myself like this I was starting to believe. I was seeing the similarities in our facial structure and figures: mine and the Dahlia that had been unblemished by flab. I could almost believe – no I could actually believe – that it could really happen; that maybe I could actually pull it off.

I preened, radiant.

I had got up this morning looking forward to another day of smug luxury. I hadn’t realised how crucial this day would be.

I stopped dancing and just looked at myself.

It was possible. I was a beautiful woman. My body was amazing. My features really weren’t so different from hers.

I could do this. I could become Dahlia. For real.

And now I knew that I was ready to do it.

LADY ANN'S FOLLY: Chapter Twelve - Part Sixteen

Ann spent the evening tending the bar again at the Dog & Pony.

It was a depressing and humiliating experience that only improved when Burt turned up but even that was awful because that highpoint was still depressingly low. Burt was the person she used to be. He was the person she hadn’t wanted to lower herself to being again. Now she was at his level or maybe even lower. She was only a woman. And she couldn’t talk to him anyway. She was far too busy for that. He sat with Jeb near the back wall, drinking quietly.

She went back and forth with pints of ale. She tended the bar and cleaned up messes. She fetched things from the cellar for her new father. The hours of labour wore her down, but not as much as hearing her clodhopper accent when she spoke. It still wasn’t entirely settled in but it was much further along than it had been when she turned into Ann in the first place. She couldn’t understand why that would be.

Some Blacklake miners were gathered round a table near the door. They were raucously drunk and quite unpleasant. Ann had done her best to avoid them so far, minimising her contact but they called out to her now. “Ere Mavis! Get over here! We’re runnin out’ve beer!”

Ann made eye contact with Burt. He was watching her over the top of his glass and he seemed as tense as she did.

She made her way over and took their order, trying to ignore the lascivious stares and chuckles. There were four of them. One of them was a beefy, nasty looking foreman with a ragged scar crossing his milky left eye and running down to the edge of his mouth. He kept staring at her, grinning widely like he knew he could have her if he wanted to; that maybe he intended to. Ann didn’t look at him. She went back to the bar and started pouring the drinks, aware of how she was living Mavis’s life now as though it were her own, without any choice in the matter.

In his corner, Burt watched the miners nudge one another with their elbows, laughing and building in confidence. He didn’t like the way they were acting. He set his drink down, ignoring Jeb’s chatter across from him.

Ann filled up all four drinks and took them back across, struggling to carry them all with the jostling she got on the way over.

“You’re a mighty pretty little thing darling,” said the foreman. “You shouldn’t be workin in no bar. You should be back at my place cleanin me out every night.”

The other three men laughed riotously.

Ann gave a curt smile and tried to ignore him, starting to set the drinks down.

“Let’s ave a look at what you got under there, eh?” said the foreman, reaching for her skirts.

“Stop it!” snapped Ann, pulling away.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart,” said the foreman. “I won’t do nothin you won’t like.” He whipped up her skirts even higher, his mates laughing. “Why don’t you take a seat on my lap and I’ll show ye why it takes a miner to be a real man.”

“Hey!” cried Ann, wrenching away and upsetting their table in the process. The beers flew up, spilling over all of them and the foreman roared in anger.

“What do ye think you’re doin ye stupid tart!?” He went to snatch at her wrist and Ann yelped, pulling back, but suddenly Burt was there, his hand on the foreman’s arm.

The foreman squared off against him. Both men were as tall as one another but the foreman was broader.

“I’ll thank ye to keep yer hands off er,” said Burt, “if it ain’t too much trouble.”

The foreman glared at him as Ann shrank back, but the moment was broken when the landlord emerged from the back and bellowed, “Mavis! Get over ere now!”

Ann looked his way then back at Burt.

The mine foreman stepped back, extricating himself. Burt looked guiltily at the landlord and stepped away too.

“Mavis! Ere! Now!”

Ann’s shoulders slumped and she walked toward the bar. The pub was silent. Everyone was watching her.

“What do ye think ye’re doin, ye clumsy great heifer?” said her new father. “Eh? What do ye think ye’re doin breakin our glasses? You think we’ve got money to chuck away?”

“But they were messing with me,” she said, gesturing back toward the miners.

“I don’t care what they was doin! Glasses got broke. That’s your responsibility! You should know better!”

“But it wasn’t my fault,” she said, tears coming to her eyes.

The landlord grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her closer. “Of course it was! One of the reasons I keep you around is cause you get the blokes in. You should manage em better! That’s all y’er good for!”  

Ann glared back at him, hating the way he was talking down to her but all too aware of what might happen if she stood up to him. The tears filled her eyes but she said nothing. She averted her gaze submissively instead, hating herself for doing so.

“Get over there and clean it up then get out’ve my sight. I don’t want to see you no more tonight. I’m liable to kick yer face in.”

He glared at her for an extended period then released her hair, making Ann wince and yelp.

She loitered for a moment, the reality of this sinking in, then she walked back over to the miners’ table and set it aright.

The miner’s chuckled at her and her cheeks flushed. She used her apron to wipe the table down then got on her knees and started picking up the broken glass. The miners watched her, smirking. The foreman sat with his legs spread just in front of her head, giving her the same look as he had before. If anything it looked even more smug now.

Ann gathered up all the broken glass, feeling wretched, then carried it out of the way.

“Well pour them more beers,” said her father nastily. “I’ll dock ye for the price of them.”

Ann said nothing to resist. She couldn’t. She did exactly what he told her to, filling four more pints and carrying them back to the miners’ table.

There were chuckles all over the pub now. People were watching her and loving the dressing down she had had. Burt was nowhere to be seen. She set the glasses down on the table, avoiding the gaze of the foreman and then walked to the back of the pub. The landlord blanked her completely and she went into the back corridor.

As soon as she was out of sight she started sobbing silently.

This was her life now. It was her life.

She didn’t have any money to get to Nockton Vale to retrieve the pendant or her real body. She was stuck in this horrible form until the true Mavis returned. But she knew how unlikely it was that that would happen soon. She knew how certain it was that she would lose herself to her new persona in the meantime.

She hadn’t been able to understand how her voice had changed so much so quickly but something occurred to her now that was so stark that it took the form of certainty in her mind in an instant.

Before she had swapped places with Mavis she had held the pendant and made a wish. She had wished that the changes effected by the pendant worked faster.

It was so clear to her now that this had come true.

The effects of the pendant on her and anyone else it changed would not take weeks and weeks to unfold anymore. It would be far faster than that.

By the time Mavis returned she would have become Ann Neville completely and Ann herself would be a perfect simulacrum of the bawdy barmaid. It would be far too late to get back.

She stood there in the darkness, gripping her chest tightly, crying and crying, then she slowly made her way up the stairs to her bedroom.

She wanted to die. That was all. She wanted this all to be over.

She had acted with such folly; so rashly. She had thought she could control the effects of the pendant. Now she realised it was impossible to do that. There was never going to be any going back.

She was going to remain Mavis forever.

She pushed open her bedroom door and stepped inside.

Burt was in there waiting.

She looked at him feeling a deep weariness, but he gave her a little smile and Ann found some tiny hope in it.

“I’m sorry you got told off luv,” said Burt. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do no more to help.”

Ann entered the room fully. She said nothing.

Burt was seated on her bed. He stood and came toward her.

“Luv? Are you alright?”

Ann went to him. She pressed herself against his chest and shivered in relief when he closed his strong arms about her.

“Just hold me Burt, please,” she said. “Hold me and tell me you love me.”