Juliet: Feminized by My Drama Professor

By Arya Martin

Ben's life is turned upside down when his drama professor, Abigail Blythe, casts him as Juliet in the campus production of Romeo and Juliet. Professor Blythe takes it upon herself to help him prepare for the role, which includes strict one-on-one training on how to move, dress, and talk like a woman. Ben's method acting "research" requires living as a woman for five weeks—as well as taking it rough from his alpha male costar!

But if Ben gives a good enough performance to satisfy Professor Blythe and her sexy Hollywood casting director friend, Karen, he'll be rewarded handsomely—not only with a shot at a role in a feature film, but with one hot, hot night with both gorgeous, dominant women as well!

This steamy 13,500-word novelette from best-selling author Arya Martin features femdom, feminization, humiliation, punishment, multiple partners, first-time bisexuality, and more!

EXCERPT

Dr. Blythe’s office door was slightly ajar. I rapped on it lightly with my knuckles.

“Come in,” she called.

Dr. Blythe was in her late thirties, or possibly well-preserved and in her early forties. Either way, she was pretty freakin’ gorgeous. Tall. Blonde. Soft lips and a perpetual chilly stare ... the kind that, for reasons I couldn’t explain, never failed to give me an insta-semi.

She lifted that stare to me now as I walked into her office, Max on my heels. Her long, delicate fingers were poised over her computer keyboard.

At the sight of us, to my surprise, she melted into a beautiful smile.

“Boys,” she greeted us. “Congratulations on your roles! You both should be very proud of yourselves.”

So ... that meant I must have gotten a lead role after all, right? Probably Romeo? And Max was Benvolio or something? I traded glances with my friend before responding, “Uh ... about that. What roles exactly did we get?”

“Oh, I just assumed you’d already checked the cast list,” said Dr. Blythe brightly. I swear to God, I’d never, in our two semesters of acquaintance, seen her this chipper.

“Uh, we did,” I said, clearing my throat, “but it looks like the names were entered wrong.”

Her smile faded a little. “No, Mr. Traynor, I’m sure they’re not. I checked the list thoroughly before printing it.”

Max let out a faint snort. I shot him a glare.

“Uh, well,” I said, blushing, “you, uh ... you have me down as Juliet.”

Her expression didn’t change. “Yes. And?”

Max was quaking by now trying not to break out laughing. I felt my stomach drop.

“Wait, so ...” I gulped, my cheeks burning. “Are you seriously casting me as Juliet?”

Her mouth tightened. “You marked on the audition form that you were open to being cast in any role. But if you object to your casting, Mr. Traynor, then you may choose not to participate in the play.”

Time slowed down as it really began to sink in. “So ... so I’m Juliet,” I pronounced slowly, incredulously, “and he”—jerking a thumb at Max—”is Romeo?”

“Oh, sh*t,” blurted Max, as his own realization dawned.

Dr. Blythe stared at me coolly.

“I mean,” I continued, “I’m sure you have your reasons, but ... wouldn’t it be better to cast someone like Katie as Juliet?”

The professor leveled a cool stare at me, a stare that made me feel like she was seeing me naked. “I cast the person whom I believed to be best for the role,” she said simply. “As I’ve stated, if you object to your casting, you need not participate.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Feverotica Books
• Release date: Sep 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311056818

Arya Martin

Arya Martin's never been into those buff, domineering, macho-type dudes. Even as a kid, when her sexuality was only just budding, she recalls she was more of a Luke girl than a Han girl; displayed a distinct preference for the Boy Wonder over the Caped Crusader.She also found herself, from a young age, paging eagerly through her Nancy Drew novels looking for the obligatory scene where the titular heroine and her friends were captured and tied up by the villain. Back then, she didn't know what it was; something about that kind of thing just made her feel all *fuzzy* in *places*.All this, once Arya reached sexual maturity and learned a thing or two about the world, translated into a distinct preference for sexual dominance and the kinkier varieties of love-play. Nothing's more charming to Arya than a bound and helpless young man (or woman—though she primarily prefers the former), simpering, batting his pretty eyelashes, and pleading for her mercy.Another of Arya's early childhood passions, as it happens, was writing. She's been spinning fanciful yarns in one medium or another from the moment she learned to hold a pencil.Given all of the above, a career writing femdom and feminization erotica just plain made sense for Arya. She finally dipped her toe in the pool in the summer of 2015—and hasn't looked back since!

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Male Ingénues Series, Vol. 1

Juliet:

Feminized by My Drama Professor

(Femdom | Feminization | Bisexual)

BY

Arya Martin

FEVEROTICA BOOKS

Published by Feverotica Books

Copyright 2015 by Arya Martin

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This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: An Unusual Casting Choice

Chapter 2: My Training with Professor Blythe

Chapter 3: Method Acting (or The Hazards of Public Crossdressing)

Chapter 4: Fucked in the Ass, on Her Orders

Chapter 5: Two Dommes, an Alpha Male, and Me

Epilogue

A personal message from Arya

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1

Ben, man, I just want you to know whatever happens here today, we’re cool.

My friend and dorm mate, Max, grinned down at me as we crossed the California University at Encino courtyard together, his straight teeth white as paper in his handsome, square-jawed face.

Yeah, totally, I agreed, matching his grin with my own.

We were on our way to view the cast list for the drama department’s spring play, William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. We’d both been angling for the lead role of Romeo—and we both knew I would probably be the one to get it. I was the better actor, Max himself would readily admit. I also looked younger and more boyish compared to his bulkier, manly good looks—which was usually a point of insecurity with me, but in this case actually worked in my favor. Romeo’s supposed to be fifteen or sixteen years old by most accounts, and, though we were both nineteen, I could pass for younger, certainly much more easily than Max.

The list had just been posted, and a small crowd had already gathered, everyone buzzing quietly as they craned their necks over each other hoping to catch a glimpse of their own names. Katie Headley, who everyone had thought was a dead ringer for Juliet, was pushing her way through the crowd, away from the board where the list was posted, a scowl marring her pretty face.

"Looks like somebody didn’t get Juliet," Max mumbled to me out of the side of his mouth.

Katie leveled an ice-blue stare at me as she brushed past that both chilled me and made my pants twitch a little. What the hell was that? Why was she mad at me?

Max split the crowd with his broad shoulder, which cleared a path in front of me as I followed behind him. We made our way to the list, and I scanned it hurriedly. Dammit, Dr. Blythe, why did you have to put the characters in order of appearance? We all know Romeo and Juliet are the most important.

My eye finally found the line I was looking for.

ROMEO ........................... Max Haynes

I blinked in surprise.

Oh—shit. Max choked on a laugh that was half shock, half delight. I … wow. Sure as hell didn’t see that coming.

Congrats, man, I mumbled a bit flatly, giving him skin. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Maybe my audition hadn’t been as good as I’d thought.

Dude, I can’t believe it, he grinned. "You are totally better than me. I thought it would be you for sure. Maybe you got Mercutio?"

MERCUTIO ..................... Corrin Desario

What the fuck? I muttered to myself under my breath. What else was there? Tybalt? Benvolio? Had I even been cast at all?

I started scanning the right-hand column for my name, since I now had no freaking idea where to look for it.

… And then I found it.

JULIET ............................. Benjamin Traynor

Huh? I mumbled. This is wrong. This whole list must be wrong.

A couple of girls next to me giggled amongst themselves, stealing glances at me. I blushed.

Max leaned over and peered at the list, then broke into a broad grin.

Check it out, man, he chuckled. "You’re Juliet."

No I’m not, I