Living As Her is Out!

Dear readers,

My new book, Living as Her: Becoming the Woman She Invented is out on Amazon! 

It's been over eight years since my previous book, Act Your Age, came out and I am really excited to share with you my most recent work. First things first: this is not a lady-to-maid story. Yet it shares many of the themes: social and cultural change, borrowed identity, self-betrayal, and the trap of becoming stuck as the person you set out to impersonate. I am sure many fans of the transformation genre will enjoy this novel. 

At a charity gala, Mara Voss meets Julian Ashcombe — shipping money, an old family name, and a singular appetite: he loves women who have remade themselves, who chose their faces and paid for them in the flesh. Mara is not what he is looking for. But she could become it.

All it takes is a story she never lived, a surgeon in Barcelona, and the nerve to make the change irreversible. She manufactures an origin, submits to the knife, and pretends to be a trans woman — borrowing the most intimate truths of real women's lives to make the forgery hold. And she is good at it: good enough to be believed by the doctors, by the state, by the women who fold her into their circle as one of their own.

What she does not foresee is that a counterfeit, kept up long enough, stops being a performance. The lie becomes the only record that survives. And everyone she has deceived comes, each for reasons of their own, to need it as badly as she does.

A dark, psychologically exacting novel about self-invention, obsession, and the price of belonging, Living as Her follows a transformation chosen and paid for and impossible to undo — and asks: once you have become the thing you were only pretending to be, is there any way back?

For readers of morally complex literary fiction that unsettles as it grips.

Please follow the link to the book's Amazon page:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HPYJKT3Y/?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=YyEas&content-id=amzn1.sym.ac827e48-2948-4721-83ef-3e7648ac35cb&pf_rd_p=ac827e48-2948-4721-83ef-3e7648ac35cb&pf_rd_r=134-4195368-5037642&pd_rd_wg=h1rAB&pd_rd_r=d62d1429-3ade-40b9-90ec-830b7a1d5bec

Looking forward to your feedback and reviews!

P.S. I have three lady-to-maid projects currently in the works. They are in various stages of completion. Two are inspired by stories posted on this blog over the years: one is a complete re-retelling of The Molly Saga, another is a re-imagining of The Secret Slave. The third one in the works will allow me to return to my favourite period, the height of the Victorian era, to tell a story of an American heiress switching places with her maid to avoid marrying an English nobleman (with predictable results, of course). Watch this space. 

A message from Camille Langtry: A New Book and More

Dear readers,

First and foremost, I’d like to apologise for the lack of new content and my (inexcusable) neglect of this wonderful blog. There are several reasons for this, ranging from “real life” (AKA laziness) to a shortage of original ideas.

In my defence, though, I’ve spent some of my newly freed-up time writing longer transformation fiction again, and I now have a backlog of finished, nearly finished, and half-baked stories.

If you’ve read my earlier novellas and stories posted here, you’ll know my favourite themes and tropes: realistic social and cultural downgrades, being stuck as someone you’re impersonating, and role-swapping. Lady-to-maid stories fit neatly into these categories, but there are other ways to explore these themes, too.

My upcoming novel, Living As Her: Becoming the Woman She Invented, does just that. Its premise is unusual and has nothing to do with ladies or maids, as the blurb explains:

Mara Voss has spent thirty years being overlooked. Then she meets Julian Ashcombe — shipping heir, beautiful, attentive, interested in her as no one has ever been. There is only one difficulty. Julian loves trans women. And Mara is not one.

So she tells him she is.

What begins as a costume — a borrowed word, a prop pill bottle, a performance assembled from forums and late nights — hardens, step by irreversible step, into something she cannot take off. To be what she has claimed, and safe from the one examination that would end everything, she goes further than she ever imagined she would. By the time she understands the cost — to her body, to the women who took her in as a sister, to the one friend who still remembers the girl she used to be — the lie is no longer something she tells. It is her passport, her reflection, the word the whole world reaches for without a second thought.

Unsparing and mesmerising, Living as Her is a novel about desire, performance, and the terrible patience of a trap that closes one quiet door at a time — and about what is left of a person when the self she invented is the only self anyone will ever believe.

Of all the books I’ve published, this one is probably closest to Act Your Age. It’s heavy on medical detail, the “stuck” element is psychologically devastating, and the story is quite bleak, with no one to root for (though no clear villains, either).

It’s definitely not for everyone, but if you enjoy long-form transformation fiction that emphasises social and cultural change, you may find it interesting.

I’ll share the link to the book as soon as it’s available, which should be sometime in the next couple of weeks.

No spoilers just yet, but after Living as Her, I intend to publish two lady-to-maid novels: one based on the idea explored on this blog, and another built around a completely new premise. I also plan to post substantial portions of both novels here on the blog in due course.

Watch this space!

Royal Maid Game or Life Imitates Art Again

The Daily Mail, admittedly an unlikely source of lady-to-maid material, published excerpts from what it described as "aristocratic memoir", an upcoming book by Lady Anne Glenconner titled Lady in Waiting. As a prominent member of British aristocracy (her father was Earl of Leister and her mother was the daughter of Earl of Hardwicke), she was one of Queen Elizabeth's maids of honour at the 1953 coronation.

Needless to say a short chapter titled "The day Prince Philip asked me to dress as a maid!", accompanied by a 1949 photo, immediately caught my attention:


In 1949 my grandfather died, which meant that my father succeeded to his title, becoming the 5th Earl of Leicester.

I was 17 and Carey was 15, and we spent that summer cycling to the cinema in Wells-next-the-Sea twice a week with our mother. In the evenings Carey and I would go off to the local American aerodromes where the big bands would perform.

That same summer, the Duke of Edinburgh, who had married Princess Elizabeth in 1947 and often came to Holkham to shoot with my father, rang up my mother one day with an unusual request.

Almost back in the game!

Dear readers,

just wanted to drop a quick note to apologise for the recent lack of updates. Some of you wrote to me in the past weeks asking what was going on. Thank your for your interest. All is good, it's been a rather peculiar combination of work, travel, extended (make it very extended) home renovation and laziness. There is no need to worry and regular service will soon resume. I might as well party like it's 2017 and start updating three-four times a week again, but no promises there. It will definitely be a lot more frequent than this summer though.

Jackie J's Jenny story has three more chapter left that I hope to publish over the coming days after I am done editing them, followed by a very interesting  lady-to-maid story by a completely new author. A couple of my books are on the backburner but again no hard promises. I will do my best to overcome a pretty severe case of writer's block, this I can promise.

Please watch this space. 

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Act Your Age. A New Book is Out!

I have a new book out that I hope all of you will enjoy. It is not a lady-to-maid tale, but an age progression novella. Still, many of the elements that make the L2M sub-genre so exciting are still there:  change/loss of status, loss of identity, stuck as someone you impersonate, realistic f/f transformation and elements of downgrade and domination. So if you like my other stuff, you will most definitely like this one too.

Her Aunt Julia's invitation to spend a few days at her luxurious villa near Florence was difficult to resist. Not only was London cold and damp but cold and damp seemed to describe her acting career.  Josephine had suffered yet another "we'll let you know" at her last audition and, it seemed she'd never get her chance to shine.

When a freak accident forces the 25-year old to impersonate her very rich aunt – a woman well into her 50s who was addicted to plastic surgery and was about to marry a much younger man to boot – she sees it as yet another role to play, albeit not the one she could add to her acting resume.  Still, she does her best, assuming the pampered life of her socialite aunt, a woman obsessed with her looks and preserving her fleeting youth. After all, it was only for a day or two until her fiancé could arrange matters and divert suspicion. However, it soon becomes obvious that Josephine’s impersonation will have to be a lot deeper – and much longer – than she thought possible. 

You can order the e-book from Amazon and from Smashwords. Please leave a review if you like it and don't hesitate to contact me directly or leave a comment below.

Special thanks go to Robyn Hoode for all the editing and encouragement. 

I am posting the first three chapters for you below:

Story: The Secret Slave. Part 15.

by Camille Langtry

The Sheriff put the branding iron away and untied the wailing Sophie, a silent "why" frozen on her tear-stained face. He had done this procedure dozens of times - mostly to rough and muscular field hands - but never to a girl so young and so delicate. He was not a sentimental man, far from it, but the fact that Caroline Cranstone, a manipulative Jezebel if there ever was one, forced his hand, filled him with mild regret. Yes, he has just ruined her property to show her who was running things here, but what he did he really gain from it? Apart from that familiar sticky feeling of having complete power over a fellow human being - the one that always gave way to uneasy heart-searching that only a good bottle of Bourbon could stop?

"Blame yer mistress, not me, girl," he uttered with a touch of pity, his words barely audible through Sophie’s heart-rending howl. “Now, now. It will heal in no time,” he added and stepped aside, allowing Elizabeth to console her shrieking friend. Caroline remained frozen on the porch, a slight hint of a smile on her well-proportioned face, as she awaited the Sheriff’s return to finish their aborted conversation.

The initial sharp pain has given way to a persistent burning sensation on Sophie’s back that was made a lot worse by the rough touch of the coarse material of her torn dress that she had to immediately pull back up to protect her modesty. Through tearful eyes she could barely see Elizabeth, on her knees in front of her, wiping away never-stopping tears from her friend’s reddened face with a batiste handkerchief. The Sheriff motioned to his young assistant still standing by the fire to watch Sophie and entered his office, closely followed by Caroline.

It took Sophie several minutes to calm down enough to be able to talk semi-intelligibly.

Even More Transformation Reading Suggestions

Some of you asked me to share more transformation reading suggestions (other that what you can find in this blog or in the Library section that is).  Please read My favorites list I did back in December 2016, as well as My favorite TG stories list and a follow-up More Reading Suggestions list. Time to remember a few oldies as well as to talk about some new stories I've recently enjoyed, including the ones that are still ongoing. A mixed assortment really and something to keep you occupied while the next chapter of The Secret Slave is being prepared (if 80+ comments under Part 14 are any indication, some of your are eagerly anticipating that so I hope I won't disappoint).

None of the stories here are lady-to-maid, but many of them share the themes I enjoy - change/drop of status, role swap, cultural change, age regression/progression, and downgrade. Ranging from the mild to the hardcore. 

Corporate Dress Code - Daring Diane has made her name as a master of realistic age regression stories, many of which you can find in her excellent blog. She started e-publishing relatively recently and already has a number of books out in various transformation genres. This one I particularly liked because it utilizes a couple of my favourite themes - stuck due to a mistake of one's own making and office power reversal. Terry, a young executive, develops a new, ultra feminine corporate dress code for women in the office, but finds out he must follow it himself after he develops breasts (a prerequisite to follow the dress code). Exceptionally well written and highly recommended even if you are not into crossdressing.

Sophie's Premature Ageing - an ongoing age progression story at The Changing Mirror forum in the glorious tradition of Annabelle's New Role. Part 9 was just published the other day and this exciting tale has quite a distance left to cover, but I can already list it among the best age progression stories I've read. And, which is very rare for AR stories, it's completely realistic: no magic is involved, all the changes (so far) are achieved with cosmetics and latex prosthetics (even though something more permanent appears to be on the horizon). Sophie, a social studies students, creates a persona as an elderly lady so that she can get a better understanding of how the old people live for her university studies.  Needless to say, things slowly spiral out of control as she finds herself in a nursing home. Can't wait to see where this one goes. 

Undercover Best Friend - a novel of age regression from August D. Adams, who'd penned a number of similar stories. This one just came out and I literally finished it today. I am a sucker for good and realistic age regression stories and this one hits most of the right buttons for me. Undercover, of course, is a popular transformation fiction trope, but I can't get enough of it when it's done right. Allison, a 24-year old petite police officer. goes undercover as a 12-year old schoolgirl to become friends with a crime lord's daughter. Incredibly well crafted and leaves me jealous as a writer of the author's storytelling skill. One of the best stuck/demotion stories I've read in recent years. Highly recommended. 

A few housekeeping points: New Tags and Anonymous Comments

Dear readers,

I've finally found time to plough through this blog's labels and introduced several new ones to make it easier looking for stories that you like (and avoiding the ones you don't). It's been a very laborious process going through 350+ posts and I might have wrongly classified some of them - if anything strikes you as wrong, please drop me a line and I'll fix it. Also, if you have good ideas for tags I could add, please let me know. Among the new labels I've created are BDSM, body swap, magic, and weight gain.

As you might have noticed, Google's been fiddling with some of Blogspot's services as of late, essentially resetting email notifications due to the European Union's new data protection rules. So, if you haven't been getting notifications the past month like myself, you need to set them up again and then click the subscribe link. It really makes a difference if you are trying to track new comments or new posts. I've added a new e-mail notification widget to the right if you'd like to subscribe/re-subscribe.

On the subject of comments. Last thing I want to do is to restrict comments to members only (even though that means I have to manually delete spam), but could I possibly ask those of you that don't use their Google accounts to use the Name/URL function to comment? You can select any name you like and no registration is needed as far as I understand. Or, at the very least, if you insist on using "Anonymous" to comment, could you sign your messages? I really value the comments that you make but the fact that I often can't distinguish between dozens of different "Anonymouses" is infuriating. Blogspot's system that doesn't allow you to reply to second-level comments directly makes it even harder to track who said what and to whom. It gets really messy sometimes. Thank you for your understanding!

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Story: The Secret Slave. Part 14.

Sorry for the long hiatus. Here's the next chapter of Sophie's long journey. Never have I felt such affinity for a character and it saddens me to see where this is headed. I honestly did try to go easy on her and to help her out - resulting in me dragging my feet for days and weeks - but the story just wrote itself, taking her to the point of no return.

by Camille Langtry

Sophie sat quietly in the corner of the covered wagon. Her hands were painfully tied behind her back, forcing her into an uncomfortable position on the narrow wooden bench. She had tried to protest as she was unceremoniously dragged by her captor, but her insistence that she was not a slave was summarily ignored.

"One more word from yer and I'd put this in yer mouth, girl," the younger of the slave catchers barked and showed her what looked like a rope gag, dark and gnawed from repeated use. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, suh. I be quiet suh," she replied, switching back to her negro slave talk without even thinking about it. Given the circumstances it seemed futile to convince them of her real identity. Neither did it seem particularly wise. Perhaps the best way out of her situation was just getting a hold of Miss Elizabeth, who would somehow solve this mess for her.

Two million page views!

Just saying.

Anyway, interesting results of the Lady-to-maid survey. Unfortunately there appears to be no way to publish them  (or I couldn't figure out how) in an easy-to-see form, so let me just spell them out with my brief comments.  Alternatively, you can see them yourself when/if you vote. For the rest of you here are the main takeaways (bold is how I voted myself):
What lady-to-maid scenario do you enjoy most?

I like it when someone forces it on the main character: 37.6%
Doesn't matter as long as the character ends up as a maid: 33.4%
It has to be voluntary, at least in the beginning: 29%

Relatively evenly spread between the three options, but a bit surprising my preferred option did noе win. For me a scenario where someone ends up stuck due to own stupidity/curiosity/bad luck is so much more powerful than when there is an evil protagonist playing with others' lives.

Does the story need to be as realistic as possible for you to enjoy it?

World's First Lady-to-Maid poll. We need your vote!

One of the readers had a wonderful idea to poll this blog's readers so that we know once and for all what is that most of us like and don't like in this peculiar genre. Please take a minute to fill out the form below. Really interested to see what results we get!

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Story: The Secret Slave. Part 13.

by Camille Langtry

Elizabeth spent the rest of the day in a state of near panic as she contemplated the possible consequences of what had happened to Sophie. If there was any consolation it was that her secret slave was relatively safe given the circumstances. Caroline made it abundantly clear when she spoke to that nasty-looking overseer that she did not want Sophie marked or hurt excessively and Elizabeth could not imagine his disobeying his strict and demanding employer - it did seem that, like Philip and everyone else in this household, he would follow her orders unconditionally. Or so Elizabeth hoped.

Still, that did not prevent her from imagining potential horror scenarios. Indeed, so much could go wrong and Elizabeth was thinking over the possible repercussions again and again until she could think of nothing else.

Eventually she made up her mind. She had to do something to free Sophie as soon as possible. Caroline did promise she’d be let go tomorrow evening after another day in the fields, but even that seemed too long. That meant Sophie not only had to spend the night securely chained in some cabin but then work another full day in the searing heat of the summer sun. Even if everything went smoothly and she did everything she was told as best as she could, that was too much for someone who until a couple of weeks ago knew nothing about the duties even of a housemaid let alone the back-breaking work of a field-hand.

Story: The Secret Slave. Part 12.

by Camille Langtry and SW

The next day broke sunny and bright again and, after assisting her mistress to dress and serving at breakfast, Sophie was assigned to the large amount of laundry that had accumulated since the day before the party.

Along with Ruby, she spent almost the entire morning washing and hanging the clothes and bedding. Shortly after lunch - the day being so hot and the washing already dry - the housekeeper had sent her out to clear the drying lines and set aside the clothes for her to press in the kitchen's ante-room. This was a skilled task that Sophie hated as she was so inexperienced and slow, but having been firmly scolded by 'Miss Jane' for objecting to ironing during her first week at Cypress Hill she had nodded weakly and had been at her work table for just a few minutes when she felt one hand press hard upon her bottom and another squeeze her left breast: the rear door had been left open to allow a little cooling air in and Philip had crept quietly inside behind her when he had spied her busy at her work.

She started, let go of the iron and spun around:

“Oh! Massa Philip. Yo' give me an awfu' fright suh!” she exclaimed and he laughed and replied:

Story: The Secret Slave. Part 11.

by Camille Langtry and SW

When Sophie knocked on Philip's door and heard his boisterous “come on in”,  she quietly entered and stepped forward slightly, her numerous bracelets and anklets she still wore rattling with every step, and froze when she saw that there was another girl, dressed just as she was, standing in the middle of the room. The girl turned her head and she recognized Rosa, who was clearly unhappy with Sophie’s arrival.

“Oh, I’s sorry Massa Philip, I didn’t know you has company, suh,’’ Sophie mumbled and reached for the door knob, hoping that Philip had already found someone to entertain him this evening and she was free to return to her mistress.

“Don’t be shy, Sophie. Come on in. I am sure Rosa doesn’t mind a little company, do you Rosa?” Philip, said, his words considerably slurred. He was sitting in front of Rosa, an almost empty whiskey bottle in one hand, a horse whip in the other, and was clearly enjoying himself. “I want you girls to play a little game for me. What do you say to that, eh?”

Both Rosa and Sophie remained silent. Both knew well enough that if there was one thing in the world Master Philip wasn’t interested in, it was their opinions.

Story: The Secret Slave. Part 10.

by Camille Langtry and SW

The slaves were ordered to line up on the steps as the guests began to arrive. A disturbing thought crossed Sophie's mind: what if one of the guests recognized her? It was not inconceivable to imagine the possibility, even though she was far from home. She anxiously scanned the faces of arriving guests as they exited their carriages and ascended the stairs to be greeted by Caroline, who received them in an attitude of almost regal formality, and, with great relief, Sophie failed to find any familiar faces.

The entire performance for the reception of guests was very well rehearsed with each slave knowing precisely where to stand and what to do. The prettier girls, Sophie among them, were placed at the top of the stairs behind the hostess. Their assigned job was to collect the men's canes, gloves and hats and put them away on a specially designated rack, while the rest of the slaves were required to curtsey or bow in unison for each new arrival. Apparently this ritual was well-known to them, yet the grim-looking housekeeper stood slightly to the side to make sure everyone did their best and there was no chattering or giggles.

The guests were escorted to the garden where the tables had been set out. The sun was still high and the ladies in attendance paraded with their parasols to protect their delicate skin from the treacherous Southern sun. The house maids, dressed in their neat calico uniforms, were quick to offer refreshments to the guests, one or two of whom had traveled for several hours to get to Cypress Hill.

Story: The Secret Slave. Part 9.

Unfortunately, SW, the author of The Secret Slave, has made a decision to take a break from this story. I think it is among the best published on this blog and it will be a shame if it joins the ranks of other unfinished masterpieces lingering around the web. For that reason, when he offered me to take over the story, I accepted gladly. After all, this is one of those plots that I've been thinking about for many years. Sophie's adventures are a long way from being completed so it's possible SW may return to the project, but for now it's my responsibility to do this plot justice. Your feedback and suggestions are important as ever.

The Secret Slave. Part 9.

by Camille Langtry

Sophie woke while it was still dark and laid on her narrow and uncomfortable maid's bed thinking of the previous night's events. How could she have behaved in such a wanton manner? A manner befitting a common whore rather than a proud daughter of the South as she had been raised? Yesterday's excitement had given way to dread. There was no denying that what she did was thoroughly wrong.  Worse still, she had no idea how to react when - rather than if - Philip took her to his room again, especially after her seemingly willing performance from last night!

If there was anything she could say in her defense it was that she just followed her mistress's instructions and wishes. That also gave her pause. Since when was she supposed to follow Elizabeth's orders or listen to her advice as if it was God's own will? Yes, she was playing the role of her slave, but they both knew it was just pretense. By agreeing to follow Elizabeth's lead to such a great extent wasn't she taking it way too far? Did she have to accept her friend's authority over her to such a terrifying extent?

What disturbed her even more was that deep inside she enjoyed what she did. No, "enjoyed" was the wrong word to describe what she felt when she got on her knees to pleasure master Philip. Was there even a word to describe this peculiar mixture of thrill and embarrassment, excitement and shame? This strange feeling of being under someone's control and, paradoxically, having a complete power over his excitement? All of this was novel to her and she had no idea how to react to her unfamiliar urges and budding insecurities.

Happy New Year!

This has been a wonderful  year for the Ladies Becoming Maids blog. It had the biggest amount of posts and visitors ever and December 2017 was the busiest month on record. I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the writers that contributed their stories, all the commentators that shared their views as well as the silent majority of daily visitors that I can only see in my Google Analytics stats (yes, that also means you, the sole visitor from South Sudan in November, whoever you are!).

I know I keep saying it but it's worth repeating that I could have never imagined that my little hobby will attract such a following and I am still amazed by all the feedback in the form of e-mails and comments that I receive from you. Thank you for that and please don't stop - if it wasn't for your contribution, this blog would have fizzled out somewhere in 2015 at the latest. We are now entering 2018 and the lady-to-maid genre's prospects never looked better. If there is one thing I regret is that I could not devote more time to publishing more books - limiting myself to just two last year. We all know that New Year's resolutions are typically not worth much, but here I am: I promise to deliver more in 2018!

Happy New Year all! Thank you for everything.

Cleaner Preservation Project

Ever since Emma Finn's untimely departure, I've been checking her blog periodically - first daily, then weekly and then once in a while - in a hope that somehow more material from her will be posted there by whoever's in control of her archive. After all, she did mention herself that she'd made arrangements in this respect.  Unfortunately, nothing was posted.

Cleaner, a story about a rich super model and her fat maid switching lives, is arguably the best transformation novel ever written and it pains me to realise that it will never be finished as intended by Emma. I do not know how much of it she did write but did not have time to share with anyone. It is not even clear if what's on her blog represents the entirety of Book 2 (it is 90,000 words after all!). In either case, I've decided to copy all of the chapters she made available and post them here. It is not inconceivable that her blog will go off-line one of these days and I would hate to see all this excellent material lost forever.

Needless to say, it's too huge to make a single post and it even exceeds blogspot's page size limits so I had to split Book 2 into two pages that I will link to the Library. Other than correcting (very few) obvious typos, the text is exactly as Emma left it even as it's obvious that she was making some plot changes mid-way and was planning to return and fix earlier chapters for consistency. It's taken a lot longer than necessary due to various formatting and linking problems (if any of you tech gurus know how to create a permanent page without either making it a blog post or adding it to the main page via a pages gadget, please let me know! I had to back-post it to 2016, but would much rather have a separate blogger page I can link to), but I believe the text is now in easy-to-read format for your enjoyment. You can read Chapters 1-3 here and Chapters 4-6 here.

I am assuming that many of this blog's readers are familiar with Emma Finn's work. If not, I urge you to get a copy of the Cleaner - I can't think of a better Christmas present! I recommend Book 1 of the unfinished trilogy, but if you want a completed shorter version, you can also read Cleaner: The Original Story. It's a very different take on the general plot as the trilogy went in a completely different direction but highly enjoyable nonetheless.

What I'm up to

Dear readers,

I wanted to apologise for the recent lack of updates and my departure from the self-imposed 1 post/2days schedule. I do hope to return with a lot more lady-to-maid content in coming days and weeks.

I must admit that I've been hit with a rather severe case of writer's block which derailed some of my abmitious publishing plans. Also, a number of my regular writers (no doubt during a secret meeting) decided to take long summer breaks at the same time.

Please do not worry. I don't think the well's dried up and there is a lot more where it came from. I do have a number of posts planned already and now it's only a matter of sitting down and writing them. Please watch this space for more stories and other lady-to-maid related content, including movie reviews and a rather long history of a traditional maid's uniform that I've been working on for a long time now.

As always, I really welcome your suggestions and submissions.

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Mastering Social Media!

Dear readers, I need your advice please. You might have noticed that I've recently set up a Twitter account @CamilleLangtry - you can see the feed on the blog's right sidebar. I am still very new to this platform, still learning the basics, and would really appreciate any suggestions from those already established there as to who's worth following.

Are there any transformation-fiction related accounts that you know? Dear Emma Finn was there, but I am not aware of any other author of the genre with an active Twitter. Are there any transformation/downgrade/maid etc. groups that you know and follow? Perhaps I am not looking right, but I've been unable to locate that much... So, if you've got ideas, please share them here or drop me a line. I would really appreciate your help. And don't forget to follow me, of course. I am planning to use my Twitter for random pictures, thoughts, links and announcements.