Let me start off by saying that I completely, 100% agree with everything The GTS Reviewer said. You might as well re-read his review because everything I'm going to say builds off of it.

The plot and the characters are engaging and believable, not to mention cohesive (a rarity on this site). All the necessary plot threads are played out and closed, leaving just enough open and dangling all the way to the fantastic final chapter. I am at once left with feelings of satisfaction as well as yearning: satisfaction with the way things turned out, and yearning for more. And of course, the GTS sequences were sexy and well-written. The GTS Reviewer pointed out that, for the story's length, one might expect you to include more variety with less emphasis on feet. I agree, and the foot thing does start to get repetitive (it's a little odd that there's so many women in the same area with the same sexual fixation on Ray), but I'll give you credit since the sequences are written so well.

But the most compelling part of your story is your protagonist's self-awareness and insight. Constantly, he is asking questions of himself--and of the reader--as he probes his own sexual identity, as any teenager would do. Simultaneously, he faces (rather realistically) the psychological scarring of molestation, the reconciliation of his submission fetish with rape, and the struggle for survival when instant death hounds him at every turn. There's a delicious sort of irony in Ray's admission that the fantasy is nothing like the reality--that being dominated in the way Ray imagined is actually a lot more humiliating, scary, and life-threatening if one were actually three inches tall, when in fact his situation is the reader's fantasy, and the reader's reality is most likely a lot safer and less "exciting."

The truth is, you've spoiled me, Cayce. For me, there was always an invisible barrier between GTS fiction and literary fiction. I'd always believed there were only two kinds of GTS fiction writers: those who neglected the story, using it only as a thin justification for the fantasy elements to play out, and those who (intentionally or not) abandoned it altogether to craft a comedic or ridiculous series of escapades. The plot, and even the quality of writing, was always secondary. I thought I'd never find a GTS fiction writer who set the plot on equal terms with the fantasy, but here you've done it, introducing to us the union of intellectual and erotic entertainment, of plot and fantasy; and what's more, you turn the fantasy inward, exploring the psychological implications in a way that is simply fascinating. Usually I read a GTS story for the GTS parts, but I found myself reading your story for the plot, for the characters, for the writing... and of course, for the GTS parts also.

The tragedy of this story is that it will never escape the confines of this site, or the GTS community. I echo the sentiment of another reviewer that, were it not for the GTS content, it'd be awesome to see this published. But hell, if that Twilight fanfiction tripe "Fifty Shades of Grey" can sell, so could "Homunculus."