Futanari Convent Book 1 & 2

Futanari ConventWhen I was preparing to notify the world <cough cough> about my latest book I came across two reviews that I hadn’t read. Surprised me. I thought Amazon was supposed to notify me when a review was put on my author’s page. Regardless, need to do a little crowing. The reviews were written March 31, 2018 while these two books were written March 10, 2016 and March 18, 2016. Wow. Two years ago. And yes, during this period I was putting out one book a week. This was before I discovered Second Life hahahahaaha. It does my heart good to know I am still being read.

 

Beauty in Ruins reviewed Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition: A Futa Fantasy

 A perversion that enhances the trappings of faith rather than condemns them March 31, 2018
Damn. This was a fantastic story, with an incredible amount of detail in establishing the kinky scenario and the blasphemous setting. My only real complaint is that it is too short, especially in the second part.

With Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition, Isabella Belucci introduces us to an alternate timeline where futanari have not only become the next stage in human evolution, but have become an accepted, integrated part of society. Young women with the right DNA anxiously await their 25th birthday to see if they will transform into sexually charged superiority.

What makes this such a fitting choice for our Hell for the Holidays theme is the ways Belucci has sexualized the setting, the costumes, and the practices of a traditional convent, turning it into a safe place for these young women to be guided through their transformation. Those little details are absolutely glorious, from the black latex fetishized nun’s outfits, to the rosary beads with the futa symbol pendants, to the futanari commandments, to the whole new level of worship required of a true Mother Superior. It is all sex-positive and gender-positive, a perversion that enhances the trappings of faith rather than condemns them (although purists will still find cause to be offended).

 

Futanari Convent 2

Beauty in Ruins reviewed Futanari Convent Book 2: A New World: A Futa Fantasy

While the first book, Transition, served as an introduction to the new world, it also served as an introduction to Jessica – a young woman on the cusp of her 25th birthday. She is oh-so-eager to become futa, and her experiences with Mother Superior and the other Sisters have only stoked the fires of her desires.

Futanari Convent Book 2: A New World opens with that pivotal birthday, a day that seems disappointingly like any other, sending Jessica to bed with a heavy heart and pains in her stomach. Those pains only get worse, until she passes out from exhaustion. Minor spoiler, perhaps, but if you did not expect her to wake up futa, then you were not reading the same series!

There is not a lot of story to this second half of the story, but what it does offer is some of the must succulent sex scenes Isabella Belucci has ever shared. As was the case with her fetishizing of the convent (which does continue here with ritualized bloodletting and recitation of the futa commandments), it is the little details that make this so rewarding. Things like the almost scalding heat of futa fluids, the massive swelling of breasts, the inhuman size of their futa members, and the insatiable lust of their transformed bodies.

While there are only 2 stories in the Futanari Convent series, the characters do return in the Mother Superior trilogy – Futa v. Vampire, Decisions, and Confrontation – which I am eager to check out next.

Thank you Beauty in Ruins for your thoughts and kind words. <mwahh> These books are available on Amazon.

Writing News

A New BeginningI’ve published a new book, a new genre, a new pen name, on Amazon. A New Beginning by Robin Sweets. After a great deal of reflection, I decided to go with a different name from Isabella Belucci. Why? Because while I have fans (yes, I actually do!) that buy my books as soon as they come online, they are following my trans/futa erotic romances. I figured, perhaps incorrectly, that the type to read about giant male appendages on a female may not be interested in a love affair between two regular women. No extra parts. No massive anything.

Yes, i wrote a lesbian erotic romance. Shorter than I liked but that is how the story revealed itself to me. I will start on part two to bring these two lovebirds together.

Blurb

Rachel is a woman in search for love. Tai is in search of a new life. Chance brings these two together. Facing down a man to rescue Tai, Rachel finds it much more challenging helping her discover love with another woman. 

Tai finds the prospect frightening. A completely alien concept to her, she panics when taken to a lesbian club for the first time Yet… her curiosity is aroused. Can Rachel cautiously show Tai that love is love?

Excerpt

“Do you want to talk? Or just sit here? Sitting is ok.” Tai chewed on her lower lip, eyes looking at her hands twisting in her lap. Rachel had learned the signs. Tai was thinking. Considering. I’ll remain quiet and let her work this out.

“Lesbianism. Girls kissing and… you know. Doing stuff. I don’t understand it. How do you make love?”

“It’s the same as with a man. All the good parts of sex with none of the ugly. Soft, warm, sexy. No pounding on your body, no hairy chest irritating your nipples. No grunting like a gorilla.”

“How do you know what to do?”

“Aw sweetie, you just figure it out.”

Tai scoots over next to Rachel and worked her fingers in her hair. Then she softly kisses her. Hands travel around her shoulders, casually brushing her breasts, She hefts one of Rachel’s tits and smiles.

The long kiss continues while they hold one hand. Breathing gets heavy. Kisses get wetter. Tai unbuttons Rachel’s blouse and pushes her hand inside the bra. Nipples are hard. She lightly circles the hard nubbin with her palm.

Tai takes Rachel’s hand and puts it on her own breasts. Rachel wraps her arms around Tai and the intensity of the kiss increases. Rachel is content to let Tai take the lead. Her pace. Her comfort zone.

Tai stands, takes her hand, and pulls her to her bedroom. Laying Rachel onto the bed, she continues to undress her. The blouse is opened fully, exposing Rachel’s pert tits, nipples hardened in passion. The kissing never stops. Rachel is breathing harder and faster, lust taking over her caution. Who is moving too fast now?!

Come join me to see how this turns out. Since characters take on a life of their own, who knows! That is the fun of writing. A New Beginning

 

Transition Update – Atlanta Trip

downloadYesterday was my every-fourth-month appointment with my doctor. Eight hours round trip not counting time spent in Atlanta. I’m nothing if not determined and dedicated! But…

I’ve been expressing discouragement to my SL family. A year and nine months into my transition and except for little boobies (which i really enjoy, by the way!)  there is no outward change. I know I’m not going to become Sophia Loren (83 yo)… hell, i’d be satisfied with any more feminine than Ernest Borgnine in drag! But nothing going on.

I expressed this two ways yesterday. One, i wore boy clothes there. Jeans, button up shirt and boat shoes. This is the first time my doctor has seen me this way. And two, I flat out told him that i was coming to the conclusion and adjusting to the fact there would be no changes. That i had waited too long to begin this. Decades too long.

He took a look at my lab results and there was a disturbing reading. My testosterone is pretty much eliminated. I don’t think i ever had much to begin with. But my estrogen level was at 38. Last visit was over 100. No new medication being taken, nothing that should effect my E level. So he had me take another blood test on the way out to doublecheck. Then he said if it came out the same he would up my estradiol pills to 8 mg a day, up from 6 mg, OR put me on patches or give shots. I assume the patches or shots will put more into my body. Double up that shit!

Regardless. My transition is not going well, my friends. I look at transition pictures on Reddit and follow many transgender women on Tumblr and i just want to hang myself! (metaphorically speaking, y’all) They are fantastic. I’ve seen bearded musclebound men turn into an attractive woman quickly. And i think to myself ‘what the fuck?’ Sigh

I”m whining. I know. I’m usually more up. I’ve told my family that i started this transition late in life because i didn’t want to die as an old man. I’m afraid..

Eh. Just post-visit depression, i guess. This is my promised update on my transition.

On a happier note, I’ve finished my first book in a year and a half! My writing has been trans erotic romances or futa erotic romances (59 ‘books’ on Amazon). I have written my first lesbian erotic romances. Had to decide whether to use a pen name on this. Not sure of a fan picking up this book based on my name (yes, i actually have fans that snag my books before they get advertised) would be disturbed by the genre change. I write as Isabella Belucci. Was considering… thanks Trixssy for such a delightful suggestion. Not sure “Monica Mufflebum” will fit the cover pic. LOL.

Till my next post, my darlings… hugs and kisses

Alternatives

ghost-girl-in-mirrorSpecifically,  Second Life alternative accounts. Once you have your main account, avatar, life going on in second life, some people will start a second account. I read on Facebook a poster upset over her partner who apparently created not only an alt, but an alternative life. Good reason to want to kick him in the Aeros!

I am infamous. I have had 7 alts, now defunct… retired… one dead.  I had a reason for these accounts, so i would like to defend the use of an alt.

My first alt came about because of my lifestyle. I was a sub, collared. My mistress had an app on my collar called Spy. Spy would collect every teleport i made and my side of any conversation. I discovered the next day she was dropping in on each teleport to see what i was doing and chatting with whoever was around asking about me. I may have been submissive but i still felt that an intrusion. I wasn’t doing anything i should be ashamed of. Not unfaithful. Just different music venues.

So i created an alt to feel free to get around. That one went off the rails and i caused pain to too many people. I learned my lesson with alts. As the FB poster noted, she was greatly pained by what her ex-partner had done. His was purposeful, and he was a bastard. Mine was accidental. But pain caused nonetheless. I apologized to those I interacted improperly with.

But after that! Oy. I am a writer as my profile will tell you. What a great way to gather material and try out circumstances. Thus, my next alt was created at first to meditate, contemplation on a historical Japanese sim. Great way to start the day. But i got a great idea… what is it like to sell yourself? A little Firestorm search and i found myself, kimono and all, on the auction board at PoD auction house. For a three-week period I sat on a cushion twice a day being interviewed. I have many pages of notes about the emotions involved. Nervous, am i doing it right, should i dress sexy like that barbie kneeling on the next cushion, do i have any worth… so many things filled my mind. (By the way, i didn’t go for much — L$1,500)

Then came a cute little fawn, a half-goat girl. What better way to experience discrimination. You’d think in a world where you can literally be anything you want everyone would be cool with it. Nope. I was a fawn for a month and made not one… NOT ONE… friend. So i kicked it up a notch… an African-American woman. I’m sad to say i still believe there is discrimination in SL. I may be wrong. But after a short life I gave up both of them.

And that’s how it went, my friends. A purpose-driven alt (1) because it is fun and a challange to built something (find the avatar look you like, find a style of clothing that fits, etc.), and (2) to achieve a set goal. Once that goal is reached, i simply quit logging on. They’re laying there, all lined up, hoping someday to be reawakened. “Do Electric Sheep Dream of Androids?”

So I’m sorry to that original poster for the pain her asshole of an ex-partner caused. Some folks totally forget that behind every avatar is a living, feeling human being. Emotions are SO strong in Second Life. We live in our minds which seem to magnify feelings. Be careful using alts.

 

NEXT POST: an update on my transition.

It’s Been Far Too Long

1351841774_largeI started this blog a long time ago with the purpose of sharing my trials and tribulations on transitioning male to female. It began with the search for a new doctor. I then migrated to discussing the process of writing Amazon ‘books’. Fifty-nine books later I discovered Second Life. Haha. I haven’t written a single book since.

In Second Life (“SL”) My life became enmeshed with developing a life i can never have in real life. Real life I am a quiet, shy, often frightened old trans woman hoping to go unnoticed through the remainder of my life. Alone, isolated, left with my imagination, a chiweenie named Rachel, and a few computers.

But in second life I am a hot, sexy (t least I think so) Japanese domme with a family of submissives living in my Tudor manor. My life is shopping, dancing, exploring and living a BDSM lifestyle with all that entails.

Guess which i prefer.

So from now on, this blog will reflect new aspects of my life. Still with my transitioning which, actually, only has a year and half to go before reaching my maximum effect; but now with Second Life experiences/thoughts/feelings; and also the occasional writing of erotic romances. I have purposely built alts (alternative SL accounts) to have targeted experiences which i will incorporate into fiction.

I hope you stick with me, my dear readers. Life is an evolution. Come with me. I’ll try to entertain you.

An Author’s Decision

22ff3f30cac050b53e3ab321989caafaI’ve been writing a while now. I started off my publishing career with transgender erotic romances. I published many books/series in that genre. I enjoy the romance of it, taking events from my life and romanticizing them making sure the endings are always happy in the sweetest sense.

Then on a whim, and on a kind of challenge from a writing mentor, I switched to the futa genre. Lots of fun developing an entire mythos for a non-existent species. All of the characters and their sex scenes were as outrageous as I could imagine… and I can imagine a lot LOL.

Sales were radically different. The market for transgender romance is small. I suppose mostly the trans-curious. Fair enough. While I found them emotionally satisfying I was only able to reach my self-assigned goal: To sell enough books that I can pay for a nice restaurant meal once a month… with wine. Heehee not exactly a lofty goal, but I’m not trying to pay my bills with writing. Futa sales were easily twice, usually three, sometimes four times. I earned enough for the goal each week. Restaurant food! No cooking. No cleaning.

Sadly, though, I’ve become disenchanted with futas. Despite being able to let my mind soar into unchartered ideas I missed the more realistic interaction between my transgender characters. While I used futas and their problems as a surrogate for transgender people it just isn’t the same.

So, bottom line: I’m returning to the writing of transgender romantic erotica. I still get to be one nasty piece of work LOL, but hopefully my characters will be someone you may recognize, or want to know and find out what happens next. Sales will suck… don’t care. I will be pleasing myself.

This is not to say I’m going to abandon vampires or succubi… those are still perking in my mind. My focus will be at a different angle. Happy writing/reading!