Meido

By Lyka Bloom

Derek is excited by the thought of an upcoming costume party, especially when his girlfriend, Casey, has decided o go as a meido, a Japanese-inspired maid. While assembling the perfect costume, Derek discovers a maid's cap that will be the perfect accessory- one that will possess them both and change them inside and out.

As Casey explores the new woman in their lives, Derek must fight for control of himself as the seductive Nuriko challenges him for possession of his own body - and Casey isn't helping!

Filled with transformation and gender-swapping fun, this 10000+ word story will ignite your deepest fantasies!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: May 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310316876

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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MEIDO

by Lyka Bloom

MEIDO

First Edition. May 12, 2016 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2016 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

I suppose everyone has one. A fetish, I mean. That thing that turns you on. I don't suppose mine is that outrageous, at least not in the grand scheme of things. Like, I never wanted to pee on someone or have them step on my balls or any of that sort of thing. It's just... well, let me tell you where I think it started.

When I was a teenager, a couple of friends of mine and I went to one of those video game shows, the kind where it's mostly a lot of inside trade people doing handshake deals, but there are booths displaying the latest games and flashing lights and always, always, loud music blaring away. The tickets were costly, but we pooled our money and took a trip to the convention center downtown and spent the day fighting the crowds to shoulder our way into one booth or another, eager to get our hands on the latest and greatest from the big game studios.

What I hadn't anticipated was the effect the costumed girls had on me. I don't think they're used as much these days, but I fell in love with them – models hired by the studios to dress up as the characters from their biggest games. A lot of them were big, burly guys with five o'clock shadow carrying plastic weapons that were only a hair smaller than the goliaths themselves. It was cool to see, but not my thing. But the girls...

The ones that affected me most were the ones from anime, girls, often of Asian descent in some form or another, wrapped in spandex and decorated by pads and gloves and elevated by heels or boots. It was truly like the fantasy girls I admired brought to life. While we toured the convention center, my eyes were drawn again and again to the girls faux-fighting and dancing at the booths. By the time we left for the day, something new had been hard-coded into my sexual proclivities. That night, and many nights following, I masturbated to images of these girls, downloaded pictures of the booth babes or just catching one in my mind's eye and peeling away the clothing until the often-slender frames were exposed, spread for me, some elaborate maid uniform ripped open.

When I met Casey, one of the first things we bonded over was video games. Like me, she had grown up with a console in her home and had a deep affection for classic games and the characters that populated them. Then again, everything with Casey was a meeting of the minds. Movies, comics, even spicy foods. We shared so much and I fell for her hard.

The first time I saw her, at one of those outdoor arcades where shops and hole-in-the-wall restaurants line a common walkway, she was with one of her girlfriends. They were at an ice cream shop, and I was just passing by, on my way to the shipping store to send off some things I'd sold online. Her friend was blonde and very pretty, the classical beauty, I guess, but Casey was where my eyes were locked. She had dark hair, with green-tinted streaks that fell on either side of her face, framing it. Her legs were a little thick, maybe, but she had gorgeous curves and the black tights she wore were stylishly ripped, disappearing into a loose black skirt. The top she wore showed off a generous amount of cleavage, but was covered by a black jacket lined with pins and silver studs. When she turned my way, I saw her large, round eyes and the dark irises, catching the light of the shop's fluorescents.

Yeah, I was smitten. She was, too. I stopped in the middle of the walkway and stared back at her and, when she and her friend emerged from the ice cream shop, I made my way to them, the package I