Meeting His Roommate's Other Side

Sooner than Later

Transcript: I’d known that getting caught whilst en femme was bound to happen sooner or later. I just hadn’t expected it to be this soon.
It’d been a quiet weekend in the house. My parents had left for the weekend and as had all three of my older sisters. I had volunteered to stay behind to watch the house and study for the SAT’s, or so I claimed. In actuality, I had no intention of studying. An entire weekend to myself however was the perfect opportunity to let my femme side run wild and go free.
Saturday morning started off without a hitch. I began by exploring into my sister’s wardrobes and selecting my first outfit of the weekend. Now, the great thing about having three older sisters is also having three older sisters worth of clothes, shoes, and accessories. I had access to just about anything a girl could want.  Eventually, I settled on a gorgeous green Jovani dress that my sister Ashley had worn to prom last year, along with some extra raunchy lingerie courtesy of my other sister, Vanessa. Then began the transformation process.
My first order of business was to prepare my skin. For total body exfoliation, a simple hair removal cream did the trick for the most part, while a good razor took care of the rest. A hot relaxing bath then followed, serving the dual purpose of softening my now silky smooth skin as well as putting me in the mood. I tried a variety of my sisters’ bath products, as well as their lotions and creams once I had dried off, leaving me smelling like a rich floral bouquet. Making my way to the vanity, I had just completed the long arduous process of attaching my hair extensions and applying my makeup when the unexpected happened. A voice called out and I could hear footsteps rapidly approaching down the hall.
I tried to hide, but it was too late. Standing at the doorway gaping was Edgar, Ashely’s boyfriend. Had I been fully dressed, I might’ve been able to convince him that I was a younger sister Ashley had never mentioned, but with my not so small cock still hanging free between my legs, I knew the jig was up. I could see it in his face, he knew exactly who I was and it was obvious what I was doing. I broke the silence first, pleading with him not to tell. Ashley would kill me if she found out that I had planned on wearing her Jovani dress without asking. Edgar, however, seemed pretty adamant to expose me. He informed me flat out that he would tell and there was not one thing I could do to change his mind. I stared at him in awkward silence for a few moments while my mind raced a thousand miles a minute to find a solution. It was then that I noticed his raging hard on. Slowly lowering myself onto my knees, I began to gingerly unwrap his package, first with my eyes and then my hands as I asked him one more time if there was really nothing I could do to change his mind. Nothing, I asked. Nothing, he said. Boy did I prove him wrong.

Demonstrating Talent and Initiative

"A few more hours later, I was pleased to see that I still had the touch. ‘Katie’ looked as ravishing as ever."

Transcript: Anyone that’s tried looking for a job recently knows that the job prospects are pretty terrible. First off, the chances that you’ll find a company or business that is hiring for a position in your field is small. But on the off chance that you do, you’ll also find that the competition is pretty stiff.

I know firsthand. Even though I had much experience in my field with numerous accomplishments and excellent references to show for it, I was being passed over in favor of younger, more obliging applicants, attractive females in particular. I remember one instance, in which I was lost out to a bewitching blonde, who admittedly, had one of the most voluptuous figures and stunning features I had ever seen, but couldn’t tell you the difference between a conditional variable and a semaphore. No one on the hiring committee seemed to care though, especially after she met with them privately, one at a time, in the corner office. I left my interview that day infuriated, but as resolute as ever. If that was the game they wanted to play, well, I could play at that game too.

It was a part of my past that no one really knew about me, save for a select few, but I had dabbled significantly into crossdressing and drag performances before giving it up after my college years. Finding my old cache of makeup, wigs, and clothes took only a couple hours of rummaging around the attic. A few more hours later, I was pleased to see that I still had the touch. ‘Katie’ looked as ravishing as ever.

A couple weeks later, I got hired. I barely had the time to say yes before my interviewer had me signing my papers. The special female pheromone laced perfume that I wore must’ve been a lot more potent than I thought. I swear he would have jumped on top of me and taken me right then and there had his office not had glass walls. It was a good thing he didn’t, or else, he would’ve found out about my tightly tucked away secret!

Since then, I’ve steadily moved up the corporate ladder. My looks may have gotten the job, but my skills get the pay. Exactly which skills am I referring to? Well, I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

Picture Perfect

If only we could all look this good in our pictures...

I decided I'd try a new style with this one. The idea was short enough and I wanted to try making a "real caption". I think as a whole, it worked well, particularly since everything is quite short. I think this may be one of the shortest caps I've written in awhile. Let me know what you guys think!

And on a side note, I'm back!

Transcript: “Oh you look so adorable! Hold that pose, James. Yes, just like that: leave one hand over your ‘breasts’ while using the other to hide your cock. Marvelous. With these pictures in hand, no one will ever suspect you are anything other than a young pretty girl!”

PHOTO—July 25, 2013: James Davis poses for the camera as his step-sister Lisa (not pictured) directs him. Although a boy, James achieves his stunningly feminine look through the use of a variety of beauty products and incredibly life-like prosthetics. Astonishingly, James’ flattering shape has been attained without the use of feminizing hormones or surgery. Instead, James employs daily calisthenics and a healthy diet to maintain his slender form. James has also recently begun a corset training program under Lisa’s direction to further enhance his figure. Photographs from this shoot are to be included in James’ portfolio, which will be sent to a select number of publications, under the pseudonym Jamie Davis.

Preparing for Your Date

I actually wrote this one out...maybe almost a year ago, but I just never got around to making a caption out of it, so today I decided to make it happens. I quite like this cap personally, it's only the second cap I've written in the second person voice (I think, the other being Caught in Purple which I wrote a long time ago!). Let me know what you guys think! Do you like second person voice caps?

Transcript: These were the moments that you lived for. Everyone was out of the house and no one was due back for days. You’d waited an hour after the last person had left the house, every minute seeming to take twice as long, just to make sure that no one had forgotten anything. As soon as the hour was up, you’d sprung out of your seat and into action, your whole body trembling with excitement. With three whole days to yourself, you would have plenty of time to transform yourself into Sabrina and savor it too.

Your first order of business was to completely exfoliate your entire body. A special cream could be applied to all but the most sensitive of areas and a good razor easily took care of the rest. Once done, you’d hopped into the shower for a quick wash and to lather yourself in a variety of moisturizers and other bath products, their fragrant scents lingering around you, even after rinsing off. You spread layers of cool moisturizing lotion upon your newly hairless body afterwards, to ensure that it would preserve its soft supple nature.

You’d then sat down at your sister’s vanity table, picked up a small brush, and began with the foundation. You’d wielded your brushes with expert skill, applying blush, eye shadow, and mascara, which helped to hold up your false eyelashes nicely. Retrieving your wig and breast forms from a place that only you knew about, you’d attached the wig to your head and watched as the familiar dark, auburn, locks tumbled down into place. The breast forms came next, the cool glue of your silicone falsies sending shivers down your spine. You cupped the two mounds carefully, being sure to press them firmly against your chest long enough to allow for proper adhesion.

Applying a few puffs of your favorite perfume, you’d stopped for a moment to take in your new feminine scent, the aroma giving you an instant hard on as your fantasies ran wild. Ah yes, you’d almost forgotten about that. Waiting until your naughty little clit had settled down a bit, you’d grasped it firmly and winced as you pulled it hard between your legs as far back as it would go. The bit of discomfort was regrettable, but there was no sense in letting a little pain get in the way of the perfect look. A generous amount of surgical tape was sufficient to secure it in place, ensuring that it would not make any further unexpected appearances; that would’ve been quite undesirable.

Then slipping into your sister’s bedroom, you’d flung wide the closet doors and paused for a moment before strolling into a world of all things feminine. This was when having a shopaholic twin sister paid off. With so many choices and possibilities, you’d been unsure of what to try first. Eventually you’d settled on a colorful summer dress and slipped into it with practiced ease, the stretch of soft clingy cotton giving you pleasurable sensations as the tight dress hugged your body.

As you pause to examine your handiwork, the sound of the doorbell announcing your date’s arrival interrupts your thoughts. Throwing on a pair of flirty platforms, you teeter over towards the door, take in a deep breath and mustering up the most seductively feminine voice you can imagine, open the door and greet your visitor, “Hello Mark, I’m Sabrina. I’ll just be a minute more. Won’t you come in?”

Seductress

Recently, I've started going over my caption document and trying to finish those that I've started but just never got around to finishing. This is one of them. I wrote this one way back at the end of summer last year I believe, but I was just never satisfied with it, so it never got published. I've made some changes to it once again and instead of letting it collect more dust, I've decided to set it free and see how it flies. Let me know what you guys think!

 Transcript: Her luxurious hips sway sensually as she slips out of her black mini-skirt, leaving her stripped down to just her little pink panties and tight fishnets. The scent of her provocative perfume emanates from her alluring presence, intoxicating the room with her feminine fragrance. She wears it because she knows its effects. She yearns to be desired, to be ravished, and to be submitted to. 

She bats her lashes and flashes her lover a salacious smile as she slowly slides her perfectly manicured hands down her undulating body and towards her sex. A long, lascivious moan arises from her lips as the two meet, shattering the silence that had existed between. Her lover’s outstandingly obvious arousal immensely turns her on, urging her to continue. With her flawlessly round bubble butt in his face, she begins to peel back the last physical barrier separating her from him. She only does so because she knows that her power over him is complete. He will do anything she asks of him now, even suck the long hard cock she’s been so desperately trying to hide in her panties.

Springing the Trap

When I started this caption, I had drawn my inspiration from another photo and it was meant to be a quickie...well, you can guess what happened. I started writing it as a monologue from Mr. Stevens a.k.a. Jake's point of view, but then decided to add in the little bits of thought processing in between and voila! 

Leave me some comments and let me know what you guys think of it!

Transcript: “Did you really think that nobody would find out Miss Winther? Or should I say Drew? Dressing up as a woman in order to improve your chances of getting a job here as a secretary?”

Mr. Stevens, or Jake as he preferred to be called, stood towering over me as my cherry coated lips worked his hard cock. My only response was to keep sucking. It was the only way to avoid the public humiliation he had so eloquently threatened me with.

Jake continued, “You thought you were so clever didn’t you, with your fake documents and equally fake silicone breast forms spilling out of that low-cut blouse? You thought you had me fooled didn’t you?”

Funny, he still couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my ‘breasts’ and actually, I did. He only found out about me because I had a ‘slip-up’ and he ‘accidentally’ saw some things that he wasn’t supposed to see, but I’d just as well keep letting him think that he was simply too smart for me. Guys liked that sort of ego stroking, especially if they didn’t know that you were the one doing it.

“I must admit, you do look very pretty and if I didn’t know any better, I might actually mistake you for a real girl, but unfortunately for you, I do, which brings me back to the discussion of our little arrangement.”

If I was pretty drunk, I might’ve actually taken that as a compliment. As it was however, I needed no further confirmation of what he thought of me than the gargantuanly engorged member in my mouth. Very pretty indeed. I was a downright gorgeous sexy babe and both he and I knew it, even if he didn’t want to admit it. There was no hiding the fiery inferno of desire. He wanted me, badly.

“It’s only a matter of bureaucratic paperwork to have you transferred to a position as my personal assistant, a job requiring special talents for which I am finding you extremely qualified.”

Damn right I was. I hadn’t spent all that time practicing on those dildos for nothing.

“Now as long as you keep those lips nice and tight, no one will have to find out about your little escapades. So what do you say? Are we agreed?”

I thought he was never going to ask. I gave my response in nonverbal form, using my tongue to gently flick the underside of his shaft as I took him all the way in. Then suddenly producing a powerful vacuum sealed by my wet lips, I brought him to the edge of glory before letting him back down again. He moaned zealously. I was pretty sure he understood what I meant.

Now it was his turn to be cryptic. I felt him place a hand on the back of my head, pushing his cock down into my throat as I squirmed from the forcefulness of his grip. I had no problem understanding what that meant. Glancing in the direction of one of the many hidden cameras in the room, I knew that his wife wouldn’t either.

The Girlhood Experience

Apologies for my recent absence, but being that it's spring, there's tons to do and lots of things to keep me busy! I'm afraid my captioning output will be lower than normal for awhile, but I'll still do my best to put my ideas to paper!

Transcript: “You want me to do what with that!?”

Kelly giggled as she watched her step-brother Brian, now fully made over into Brianna, gape at the size of the dildo she had selected. It was just too cute how nervous he looked. In fact, he looked pretty cute as a girl period. The hair extensions she’d put in looked completely natural, even when wet, and she had done a marvelous job with ‘Brianna’s’ makeup, if she did say so herself. Coupled with the unbelievably genuine looking breast forms that ‘Brianna’ was wearing, ‘Brianna’ looked completely passable as Kelly’s little sister. “Just start by playing with it. Give it a little lick and then, well, you know what girls do with these…”

“Yeah, but, but—“

“Oh hush! You were the one who admitted to me that you wanted to experience life as a girl after I caught you going through my things weren’t you or perhaps you’d like to see the pictures again? Maybe that would refresh your memory?”

‘Brianna’ looked at Kelly with an unamused expression as ‘she’ began, “You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Nonsense! I’m only trying to give you the experience you’ve always wanted!” Kelly tried to keep a straight face as she spoke, but she couldn’t. She was enjoying this immensely.

“Now just take your pretty little manicured hands and start stroking it. Use both hands, firmly, but sensuously. Just think of it as all just part of the girlhood experience, besides, it’ll be good practice for your date tonight.”

“What do you mean my date tonight, I—!?”

“Put those gorgeous lips of yours to good use now and shush! Now let it go all the way in, all the way to the back of your throat, there we go!” Kelly watched with pride as ‘Brianna’ performed masterfully under her instruction, even though ‘she’ was having some trouble with not gagging. But that was to be expected, it was a rather gargantuanly sized member and this was ‘her’ first time, as far as she knew anyway, after all.

“Did I not tell you? It must’ve slipped my mind. Fred asked me out to dinner yesterday and I told him I’d go only if I could bring my ‘little sister’ along and make it a double date, so he found Matt to go with you.”

The disbelief was blatantly obvious on ‘Brianna’s’ face, “You’re kidding right? I mean, letting you dress me up at home is one thing, but going out, and with a guy!?”

“Relax Brianna, if you do everything I’ve taught you, I’m absolutely certain that no one, not even for a second, will doubt that you’re my little sister. Besides, don’t you think it’s time to let the world meet my beautiful little sister?”

‘Brianna’ blushed, “You really think I look beautiful?”

“Absolutely. One-hundred percent.”

‘Brianna’ thought for a moment, “Alright then, I’ll do it, but I am not sucking his dick tonight, no matter how many times you make me practice!”

Kelly laughed, “Of course not! A real lady never gives a blowjob on the first date. That comes on the third!”

You Can't Hide It

Hey everyone! In case you were wondering, I am still alive! I really wish I had the time to write and post more captions, but as of late, I have been just so unbelievably busy that I just really haven't had the time. It took me nearly a week to make this one even though in total I probably spent only an hour on it! At any rate,  here it is! Hope you guys enjoy it.

Transcript: Oh, look at you, such a pretty little sissy. Who knew my step-brother could make such a sweet looking girl and all it took was just a touch of makeup and a few extra tricks! 

The purple teddy really suits you, you know. In fact, I think it looks even better on you than it does on me, especially with the way your ‘breasts’ fill out those cups. You can’t even tell that they’re fake, nothing more than artistically designed silicone forms glued to your chest. It’s only a temporary fix until you begin your hormones, but they’ll do for now to keep the boys interested. 

The blonde hair, I must say, is also quite an improvement, even if the coloring is as fake as your silicone lumps. Not that anyone will ever find out though, since I made you also bleach the carpet to match the drapes. Gentlemen prefer blondes after all, especially blue eyed ones, hence the contacts, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them now would we? 

Why the long face? Isn’t this what you wanted? To be pretty, to be desirable, to be noticed? You certainly will be tonight. I invited Matt over, but I’ve also arranged to be suddenly called away, leaving you alone with him.

Aww, is someone suddenly feeling self conscious that their sissy clit might show through their sheer panties? You can use your hands to try and cover it all you want sissy, but it won’t do you any good, because once Matt pulls down your panties and bends you over for one long hard pounding, there won’t be anything you can do to hide the truth: that you are nothing more than a little sissy slut.

Tricks of the Lips

Every now and then I get struck with sudden inspiration and today, I decided that despite my lack of time I absolutely had to write this one out. Let me know what you guys think! What do you think will happen at prom?

 Transcript: It was spring of my last year in high school and the weekend of senior prom. My parents had left a few days prior and my sister had gone off to college the year before.

Although I was old enough to stay at home alone, I had also recently been grounded, so my parents had insisted that Matt, an old family friend, stay over to watch me while they were gone. While Matt and I weren’t particularly close, I’d known Matt for years and he’d only recently graduated from college, which made him still relatively cool by my standards.

Still, I wasn’t particularly pleased. The plans I had made for prom had been formed around the assumption that I would have the house to myself and not being afforded that luxury would make things much more difficult.

You see, I had planned on going to prom as a girl. Despite how average or normal I seemed, if a teenage boy could be considered normal that is, I wasn’t. For years I’d secretly pretended to be a member of the fairer sex whenever I could, safe behind the privacy of drawn blinds and locked doors, but after I’d returned home from my first public foray, I’d known I’d wanted more.

Prom would be the culmination of all I had worked towards and dreamed of. It would be my female alter ego, Lexi’s, first real debut and I wasn’t about to let anything or anyone stop me.

When prom day finally arrived, I was giddy with excitement. Convincing Matt that I was upstairs busy studying for a major exam, I made sure to distract him with old reruns of Happy Days before I went to work.

Believe me when I say that it was not easy. You wouldn’t believe how much work it took to make beauty look this effortless. Most girls get their hair and makeup done professionally, but I had to do mine all by myself, as well as a few other things that the other girls didn’t have to worry about. Securing the perfect tuck required nearly twenty minutes and waiting for the glue on my breast forms to dry so that they would adhere to my chest took an entire hour. It took me nearly all day to complete my transformation, but the results were well worth it; I looked spectacular.

Now that the hard work was done, all I had to do was to sneak out of the house, which was easier said than done. I’d almost made it to the door when Matt nearly gave me a heart attack, causing me to put even the most foul-mouthed sailor to shame.

Despite my current appearance, Matt recognized me nearly right away. Like I said, he’d graduated college. He was a pretty smart guy and my unladylike outburst hadn’t helped matters much. He immediately began to question me, what I was doing, where I was going, and why I was dressed as I was. There was no point in lying. I told him the truth. 

Matt surprised me by first complimenting me, saying that it took guts to do what I had planned on doing and he admired that, but it didn’t change the fact that I was grounded. Using his large frame to bar the door, Matt flatly informed me that despite the circumstances, the rules were still the rules and he was going to enforce them. 

At six foot two, Matt towered over me, even in the four inch shimmering heels I was wearing. There was no way I was forcing my way out and I wasn’t about to try, there was no sense in messing up my hair, but I also wasn’t about to give up that easily. You know the old saying the best way to settle an argument is not with your fists, but with your mouth? Well, I decided to take that little bit of wisdom to heart. 

When I finished my oral persuasion several minutes later, the only thing he had left to say to me was, “So do you need a date?”

Sweet Sissy Temptation

Transcript: 

“So how’s living with your new roommate this year, Will? You guys getting along well?” Jack asked as he and Will walked through the front door of Will’s apartment.

Will hesitated before answering, “Well…I don’t know…it’s been difficult I guess you could say, he’s definitely…very different. It’s a bit problematic.”

“Oh yeah, how so?”

Before Will could answer, a topless brunette holding an oversized rainbow lollipop sauntered into the room. Jack eyed her up hungrily, “Why, hello there. Will didn’t tell me he had such beautiful company around,” then turning to Will, “aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Will shifted uncomfortably, “Umm, yeah. Jack, this is my roommate Eric. Eric, this is my friend Jack.”

“You mean she’s a…”

“Yeah.”

Although evidently surprised, Jack, to his credit, did not seize the first opportunity to bolt out the door and run away screaming. Instead, he extended his hand and smiled, “Nice to meet you, Eric.”

The brunette giggled and smiled back at him. “Likewise, but you can call me Emma,” her sultry feminine voice once again catching Jack off guard. There was also a hint of playfulness, as Emma began to gently trace expert circles along the length of her lollipop.

“That’s a pretty big lollipop you’ve got there, Emma. You seem like a sweet girl. How would you like to hang out some time?”

“That depends, have you got a tasty lollipop for me?” Emma asked, glancing downwards at the same time.

 “Oh I’ve got a very special lollipop for you. It’s big, thick, and unlike regular lollipops, it’ll actually get bigger the more you suck on it.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that. I do hope there’ll be a sticky surprise at the end too. I just love it when it gets all over me.”

Jack had a grin the size of Texas on his face as he turned to Will, “I honestly can’t see where you think the problem is, but if it’s really bothering you all that much, I believe that it is my duty as your good friend to offer to let Emma move in with me for the remainder of the year. Consider it a selfless sacrifice for a friend.”

A Hard Time

Transcript: Allen had thought it wouldn’t be a problem. Sunbathing nude? It wasn’t his idea of a great time, but it was what his buddy Taylor wanted to do and it wasn’t that unbearable, so he’d agreed. The nude part had also been Taylor’s idea. He’d wanted to avoid getting any tan lines and it shouldn’t have been an issue, he had argued, since they were all guys anyway. Allen had agreed then, but he was beginning to have a real hard time with it now.    

He and Taylor had been best of friends ever since the sixth grade, when he beat up the bullies picking on Taylor for being a sissy. He remembered what he thought about it at the time: so what if Taylor wore his hair a little long or wore girly colored clothes? A lot of guys did that, that didn’t make him a sissy. 

But as the two of them grew older, the differences began to become unmistakable. Whilst other guys began to shave their beards, Taylor began shaving his entire body. Whilst other guys began to develop an interest in sports, cars, and girls, Taylor became fascinated by fashion, clothes, and beauty. And whilst other guys began using aftershave and cologne, Taylor began to use makeup and perfume. Even his physical characteristics became overtly distinguishable. Whilst other guys began to put on muscle, Taylor stayed slender and thin. Whilst other guys had their voices drop, Taylor’s stayed lyrical and high in pitch. And whilst other guys began to develop angular, Olympian physiques, Taylor developed goddess like curves. All throughout however, Allen had remained true and loyal to his friend, never giving him a hard time about it.

As Taylor began to peel off the last of his garments and beckoned for him to join him however, Allen couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Despite the logic of his mind, he could already feel himself embarrassingly beginning to stiffen down below. It didn’t matter what he knew about Taylor, his eyes only saw a girl and a ravishingly gorgeous one at that. He tried to use a towel to cover himself up, but his eight inch tent gave him away. Taylor just smiled as he beckoned him forth again. Allen gritted his teeth and took his place next to Taylor. He may have never given Taylor a hard time, but Taylor was certainly not returning the favor.

Cyber Girl Thrills

Transcript: It had started innocently enough for Alex. His only intention had been to see how well he could pass by presenting himself en femme on chatroulette. It was quite a thrill, never knowing who would come up next or how they might react, but nothing excited him more than being able to pass for a girl in front of a complete stranger. He worked hard to achieve his desired look, shaving himself smooth from head to toe, even though he knew they couldn’t see his legs, and investing in a high-quality wig and realistic breast forms, which further enhanced his passability. Going by Giselle, it didn’t take long before he found his new identity blossoming and attracting plenty of male attention.

It was on one such occasion that Giselle found herself engaged in a rather raunchy exchange when partway through, she was completely taken aback when the man she was chatting with discreetly implied that he would be willing to part with a generous sum should she be willing to go a little further. The proposition both frightened and delighted her at the same time. To be made such an offer was an enormous compliment, but the circumstances were hardly less than ideal. After some deliberation, Giselle politely declined, but the encounter had planted the idea in her mind.

Two weeks later, Giselle anxiously performed her first cam show to a meager crowd of less than twenty. Within a few weeks however, she was regularly pulling in thousands of dollars per night from her hundreds of fans, all of which had no idea about her not-so-little-secret hidden within her panties. In fact, some of them had even gotten in touch with her privately about a more…intimate experience. She was still contemplating their offers. With her latest acquisition, it was possible, and she had wanted to test her faux virgin pussy out, but would it be convincing enough? There was only one way to find out…

Meeting His Roommate's Other Side

Transcript: 

Nicholas honestly hadn’t meant to spy, but as his gaze passed through the opening of his roommate’s cracked open door, the captivating brunette he saw made it impossible not to. Despite having never seen her before, he’d recognized who she was instantly by the tattoo on the bottom of her left ankle. ‘She’ wasn’t a ‘she’ at all, but a ‘he’, and none other than his roommate, Ryan. With the way Nicholas was staring, he was thankful that ‘she’ had been too preoccupied thus far to notice him yet.

Nicholas had known that Ryan had had a penchant for cross dressing, it was something the two of them had discussed after living together for some time, but he had never actually seen Ryan dressed as a girl before, a point he had gone to great lengths to maintain. He’d seen some stomach churning photos of men in dresses before and spontaneous hurling on his apartment’s fresh carpet was something he’d much rather avoid. Seeing Ryan however, he found himself experiencing a much different reaction altogether, an autonomic response that was localized a bit further south of the stomach.

Dressed in white short shorts and a brightly colored tank top, ‘she’ looked like something out of a raunchy magazine spread or a teenage boy’s wet dream. ‘She’ was striking provocative poses and examining ‘herself’ sensuously in the mirror, putting on quite the performance for ‘her’ unannounced audience. Nicholas couldn’t believe how good ‘she’ looked. Seeing ‘her’ as ‘she’ was now, he doubted anyone else would’ve been able to tell.

‘Her’ exhibition soon turned into a real show as ‘she’ put on a sultry melody and began to dance. Nicholas watched in a mixture of arousal and awe as ‘her’ lithe form swayed and seduced an imaginary crowd with fascinating expertise. Slowly, playfully, and meticulously, ‘she’ teased ‘her’ way out of ‘her’ garments until only a tight pair of cotton panties remained. Nicholas wasn’t so sure that he wanted to see the rest, but he felt certain that he didn’t want to miss it either.

As the song came to an end, ‘she’ leisurely slid ‘her’ panties halfway down, exposing a gorgeous bubble butt that Nicholas would’ve sworn only could’ve belonged to a woman, but then stopped. Looking over ‘her’ shoulder and straight through the semi-open doorway, ‘she’ appeared to be staring straight at him as ‘she’ cast a come-hither glance and then winked. Then slowly moving out of view, the last thing Nicholas saw was a perfectly manicured finger beckoning him inside. A few moments later, ‘her’ panties landed in the doorway in front of him. The ball was in his court now. He had little doubt what he would do with it…

Preparing for Your Date

I actually wrote this one out...maybe almost a year ago, but I just never got around to making a caption out of it, so today I decided to make it happens. I quite like this cap personally, it's only the second cap I've written in the second person voice (I think, the other being Caught in Purple which I wrote a long time ago!). Let me know what you guys think! Do you like second person voice caps?

Springing the Trap

When I started this caption, I had drawn my inspiration from another photo and it was meant to be a quickie...well, you can guess what happened. I started writing it as a monologue from Mr. Stevens a.k.a. Jake's point of view, but then decided to add in the little bits of thought processing in between and voila! 

Leave me some comments and let me know what you guys think of it!

The Girlhood Experience

Apologies for my recent absence, but being that it's spring, there's tons to do and lots of things to keep me busy! I'm afraid my captioning output will be lower than normal for awhile, but I'll still do my best to put my ideas to paper!

Tricks of the Lips

Every now and then I get struck with sudden inspiration and today, I decided that despite my lack of time I absolutely had to write this one out. Let me know what you guys think! What do you think will happen at prom?