For You (For Cecilia)

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Anything at All

I'd Like To, But...

Getting Used to It (My 100th Caption!)

Are You Decent?

Heya Stud

Afternoon at the Spa (For Gwen)

Thank You, Sabrina

Backfire

Naughty or Nice

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New Beginnings

Just Trying to Help

Who's that Chick?

On Her Mind

Spring of Femininity

Some Things Don't Change

"I started believing in magic again at the age of twenty one, when my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch, decided to punish me by transforming me into the most alluring siren you had ever met." 

Transcript: I stopped believing in magic at the age of eight when I discovered that magicians were nothing but lying tricksters. I started believing in magic again at the age of twenty one, when my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch, decided to punish me by transforming me into the most alluring siren you had ever met. She turned me into a teenage boy’s walking wet dream. 

It was supposed to teach me a lesson, to help me understand a relationship from the female’s point of view and to help me see the error of my ways. My ex was fed up with the way I still lusted after other women and was even more repulsed at the fact that I had the gall to suggest a threesome. 

The change was never meant to be permanent, but due to a slight miswording of the spell on her part and due to the fact that I may or may not have slept with a multitude of men during my supposedly temporary tenure as a woman ( and before you say anything, you try being in the body of a voluptuous sex goddess whilst retaining the frenzied sex drive of a man), the magic was sealed within me and I became stuck in the body of a Playboy centerfold forever.  

My ex and I split up shortly after and I went through a string of boy toys before finally meeting my current boyfriend, Jack. In some ways, my ex has succeeded in her attempts to change me. These days, I no longer leave the toilet seat up, pay much attention to sports, or go out with the guys for drinks. Ironically, one of the few things that hasn’t changed is exactly what she set out to correct in the first place. I still find other girls quite attractive and I still can’t seem to keep my eyes, or hands among other things if they’ll let me, off of them. Unlike my ex however, Jack doesn’t seem to mind my passions one bit.

A New Dawn (for Dawn)

Here's a caption that I made for Dawn (aka commentator) over at the Haven. Her preferences consisted mostly of "don'ts" which gave me pretty much free reign over what I wanted to do with this story. This is what I came up with. Personally, I am particularly pleased with the layout, it took me awhile to figure out how to put all the text into a caption, but I'm very much liking the design I selected. I may have to return to this style more often!

Transcript: The sun's warm morning rays shone in brilliantly from the large windows that surrounded the room, but even they could not be compared to the radiant smile upon Darrell's face. Was this really real? It still seemed impossible, yet here he, or she as it was now, stood, living proof of the miraculous occurrence. 

Twelve hours ago, he had gone to bed as Darrell, a nondescript young man in his early twenties with an uninteresting career and an even duller love life. Nothing seemed unusual about him which was exactly how he liked it. He had been careful to conceal the forbidden yearning that the world would not look too kindly upon: he wanted to be a woman. For years he'd secretly stockpiled an array of women's clothing, accessories, and beauty products, along with a few other items that most women didn't need. His feminine alter ego lived in secret and was kept quieter than even the most scandalous politician’s affair. It was his dirty little secret. He wanted to wear glamorous gowns and sultry lingerie, to get all dolled up, and draw the admiring gazes of men and women alike. It wasn't that he abhorred being a man, but why be something mediocre when he could be something extraordinary?

And now, he was—extraordinary that is to say the least. How he had come to awake this morning with the body of a brunette goddess was still unknown, but looking back, there seemed to be only one possible explanation. Absurd as it was, the eccentric old lady he'd helped the week before had promised him that his heart's greatest wish would come true in return for his kindness. He hadn't believed her or given much thought to it then, but he sure couldn't stop wondering about her now. As unscientific as it was, it was the only logical conclusion. But that was of little concern, the how was not nearly as important as the now. All that mattered was he was a woman now, and a stunningly ravishing one at that!

It seemed only fitting then that he also cease referring to himself as a man. From this moment forward, he would be no longer Darrell, but Dawn. Dawn breathed in a sigh of satisfaction. She still couldn't quite get over how well the lingerie she had bought so long ago fit her now. Trying on the various garments from her stockpile had been one of the first things she had done, after exploring the bountiful pleasures of womanhood of course. How different the clothes felt now that she possessed the proper form. It was a foreign, but welcome sensation the way her silky corset cupped her lovely breasts, but even more marvelous was the smooth, flat fit of her tiny lace panties. They looked so sexy on her now!

Dawn could feel it. Today would be the start of something amazing. She didn’t know what other surprises the day might bring her, but she could feel that whatever was in store, it would be spectacular. It would be a time for new beginnings and new adventures—a new dawn.

Twenty Seven Minutes

Twenty seven minutes can seem like an eternity under certain conditions. Pain or pleasure? Sometimes it can be both. 

Transcript: Come on David, is that all you have to say for yourself? Oh I’m sorry, I can’t understand you with that big ol’ gag in your mouth. Did you honestly think that you were the only one with magical powers in this relationship? Poor David, if you could only pronounce the counterspell. If only you could remember the counterspell.

Can you feel it David? Your knowledge of magic leaving you? Frustrating isn’t it? Knowing that you’re forgetting something, but unable to recall what? You ought to know. You’ve used the same spell enough times on me. Oh don’t look at me like that. Making you forget how to use magic is the only way for me to make it safe to remove your gag. I can’t keep you gagged forever. What fun would that be? No, your mouth is much better suited to be occupied with other things.

Squirm all you want to David. You can’t wiggle your way out of this one. Tell me, do you think I’m being a mean bitch? Is your punishment too severe? Oh, don’t cry, David. What’s the matter? I thought you liked blondes with big tits. Would you like me to stop? To untie you? To turn you back into a man? Well that’s too bad, because I don’t think you deserve it. You brought this on yourself. Cheating on me with all those other girls? Tsk tsk. A boy like you needs to be taught a lesson.

27 minutes with the vibrator, one minute for every week of infidelity, set on the fifth level of intensity for the five other girls you’ve shared beds with. Endure the pleasure without having an orgasm and I’ll turn you back. That seems pretty generous don’t you think? But orgasm once and I’ll keep you as my pet for a week. You can try again after seven days, but fail three times in a row and I’ll arrange for a real man to show you the depths of womanly bliss. You better hope that none of his cum gets inside of your tight little pussy then. You remember what happens if it does don’t you? That’s right, it means you better get used to leaving the toilet seat down for good. Not to worry though. I’ll make him wear a condom if you’ve behaved. The chances of it breaking are small if put on correctly, though that might be a challenge being that you won’t be allowed to use your hands. But at least all that foreplay will give you a chance to get wet. I’ve only got oil based lube otherwise and you know what they say about oil and latex.

High Stakes Pranksters

Transcript:

Gregory and I met in the second grade when he tied my shoelaces together. I got back at him by tying his shoelaces to his desk. We’ve been friends ever since, but we still love to pull pranks on each other. Of course, the stakes are a bit higher than normal as magic runs in both of our families: we’re both wizards.

This one time for instance, we’d both decided to go try out this new massage and spa place (to be honest, we only went because we’d heard the girls that worked there were super cute) and we’d just put our stuff away in the locker room when Gregory turned me into a girl right on the massage table! Before I could say or do anything though, Gregory had fled the scene. I considered giving chase, but running and screaming down the hallway naked hardly seemed like conduct becoming of a lady and I eventually thought better of it.

With little choice, I decided to stay put and see what else Gregory had in store for me. I soon discovered that Gregory had ordered the ‘intimate care treatment package’ for me. I’m not ashamed to admit, I enjoyed that ‘massage’ very, very much. Retrieving my things from the men’s locker room afterwards on the other hand was a whole other crisis.

I decided to just go for it. I walked in, completely exposed, got my things and left. Never had I ever received that many stares before in my life! Their eyes would’ve undressed me in an instant had I not already been wearing nothing at all. But as frightening as it was, it was also kind of thrilling. The forest of erections that surrounded me felt unexpectedly satisfying. Still, it was not something I intended on experiencing again, if only because I doubted I would be able to control myself a second time.  

When I got home, Gregory’s expression was one of bewildered amusement. I suppose he hadn’t expected me to let the prank go as far as it did. I merely gave him an annoyed glance before heading to my room. I found out later that he had used a scrying spell to watch the whole ordeal so he had seen the whole show. Bastard probably got a hard on watching it too.

But don’t think I let him off that easy! When we went to a bachelor party a couple of weeks later, I turned him into one of the entertainers: a sexy blonde sub. And just for added kink, I became the other half of the duo, her mean sultry dom. Boy was that a fun night!