Reviewed: 2011-10-03 - (Review Updated: 2011-10-04)
This is a story in progress, which I normally wouldn't review, but I like it so darn much I can't resist. Chocolate, Four Loko, and good sissy stories are my weakness, preferably all at once. So, with that caveat in mind...Let's take a look!
The plot seems obvious from the title, unlike "Of Mice and Men" which didn't have a single mouse in it! Not much in the way of sissification either, although we all know about Mr. Steinbeck's penchant for silk hosiery after midnight! Thankfully, the author here spares nothing in the entertaining, if predictable, transformation of Henry Fitzwinkle from loving husband to submissive cuckold.
Like most blushing brides, Henry's wife is a little confused by her husband's odd behaviour and seeming lack of ardor on their honeymoon. Why God, in Her infinite wisdom, only gave men two testicles, I'll never understand. I had the same problem with my husband, five or six passionate loads of creamy boy joy and he was out like a light. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have a mother like Sally's to turn to for advice and I learned to live with only three hours of sex a night.
Anyway, when his mother-in-law sets a trap for Henry, our hapless hero falls into it feet first and quickly finds himself being trained for a lifetime of happy pansy servitude. The story (six chapters as of this writing) largely ignores the detailed intricacies of turning an ordinary man into an extraordinary sissy. There are no lengthy depictions of shopping for that perfect bra, learning to strut in heels, or the proper application of lipstick. Instead the reader is treated to relatively short chapters, about 1200 words each, which focus more on Sally's verbal and physical humiliation of her husband, now known as Henrietta.
The writing is very straightforward, easy to read, with very few technical errors. I didn't notice any, and that's all that counts. I was reading, not proofing! So far as characterization goes, like the plot itself, the main characters aren't very deep. There's not a lot of drama or angst, no sub-plots or contextual devices luring the reader away from the very simple storyline. Anyone expecting more will be disappointed, but there are a lot of those stories available on the site anyway. Sometimes I think it's almost more difficult to pen "lite" fare without a lot of pretentious baggage to weigh it down, than it is the pointless, detail driven, pointless, philosophical meanderings of Rachael Ross, for example. Did I say pointless twice? Good. She owes me money.
Finally, for you stroke fiends lurking in the shadows, there are no long, detailed, pornographic sex scenes in this story as yet, but that's not to say I don't find the writing erotic, because I do. Who knows? Maybe that's another reason why I like it, I'm not sure. I'd best describe the story as an arousing appetizer at this point, a very enjoyable one, but I'm not jilting off with a fuzzy dildo while I'm reading. I'm just thinking about it...and looking forward to the next instalment. It will be interesting to see how far it goes and in which directions the author's muse takes Henrietta and Sally in their search for marital bliss.