The Spankmistress Fears No Evil

Back in high school, a friend loaned me a book that was to become one of my all time favourites – I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL by Robert Heinlein. I had read Stranger in a Strange Land years before and decided that Heinlein was a sexist, at sixteen I still thought he needed work. It took time and experience for me to understand him in terms of where he was coming from as a man of his background and generation. He actually was quite progressive in terms of sexuality and in the way he saw women. He wasn’t politically correct, he appreciated women for their beauty and sexuality and presented stronger older males being indulgent toward the women in their lives. But he wrote smart strong women who CHOSE to be sexual and didn’t take any backtalk from those indulgent older men, women who are so strong, they are able to choose to be mothers and wives in addition to all their other accomplishments if they like. Choices that are not always as respected here in the oh so enlightened 21st century.

I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL is the story of an incredibly old and rich man who is dying and yet hooked to machines and unable to die. His body has failed but his mind is still sharp, and he conceives of a plan to have his brain transplanted to a healthy young strong body, legally. His few friends, the attorney who has been his advisor for many years and the beautiful efficient secretary who embodies the modern world they live in, understand that this is the only way he can escape the grip of his doctors and die. But, amazingly, he is reborn into this new world as a lush young woman – and his ancient male brain must learn to navigate the pitfalls and dizzying heights this new wonderful youth brings him.

I was fascinated with the idea of a man waking up inside a fully functioning female body. What controls sexuality- brain or body or both? In the book, Johann discovers that being female is a wonderful thing, that he enjoys the courtesies that being a beautiful woman elicits from men. As I reread it now, I see the sissies I talk to in the lead character, the way they love to dress up in the soft fabrics and frankly sexy clothing available to women. Moist inviting pink or red lips that smile an invitation to suck cock, the excited happiness that being treated like a lady, OR a slut can bring. Imagining that physical transformation that would finally open the door into the room that phone sex has let them peek into, I wish I could feminize all of them and let them run wild, if only for a day.

As I can’t, I recommend reading this book and letting your imagination run wild instead, my sweet femmes:)

Hugs,

Miss Tara