Getting Some Payback

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.

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.

Backyard Seductress

 

Transcript:

The bodysuit was perfect: long silky locks, smooth luxurious curves, and an expression that simply oozed with sex appeal. Jeff spent every available moment in it, willingly shedding his mundane life for that of a voluptuous brunette goddess whom he termed Jessica. Regretfully, it was a guilty pleasure that had to be confined to within the safety of his home. He didn’t dare venture out, lest someone uncover his dirty secret.

Lately however, he had taken to lounging around in the expansive back yard of his home. Sometimes he would do yoga or pretend to read while he suntanned, but more often than not, Jessica would end up completely naked and exposed in the bright sunlight. Her slow, erotic striptease and subsequent seemingly innocent display were all played off as being unintentional of course, but Jessica knew that the men in the neighborhood would be watching. It gave her secret pleasure to know that at any given moment, a man might be watching her and tugging away at his cock with reckless abandon, fervent with desire as he fantasized about her. She just hoped that it wouldn’t be much longer before one of them finally decided joined her in the backyard…

Take the Bait

Sometimes, inspiration just strikes you...as it seems to have been doing to me a lot lately. Anyways, I came across a picture that immediately threw my mind into a story frenzy, but after finishing the story, I decided that I no longer liked that particular picture (while the expression of the model's face was perfect, I didn't deem her to be overall attractive enough). Thus, I had to search for a different image. While the image I finally settled on doesn't totally convey the same feeling, I decided that it was the one that I liked best, so I'm going with it. Hope ya'll like it!

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Dude, what the heck! I thought you said you’d pull out! Don’t you remember the warning label on the bodysuit?! If the insides of the suit come into contact with cum, it could cause permanent and irreversible binding!

Yeah, of course I remember. Unfortunately for you though, I couldn’t help but start thinking while you were on top screaming for me to fuck you harder that what a shame it was that ‘Jill’ wasn’t around more, so I decided to change that. From now on, your only identity will be Jill, an insatiable sex goddess whose sole purpose is to please her man, me. I’ll fuck you hard, show you unrestrained passion, and take you any which way I like wherever we are, morning, noon, or night. You’ll be my pretty little fucktoy, but if you’re good, I’ll fill your closets with dresses, heels, and sexy lingerie and whatever else you desire shall be yours, but only if you’re good.

Well it’s about time! I was beginning to think that you’d never take the bait! Why else do you I’d be letting you fuck me without a condom? Now that cock of yours better not be going limp! You’re fucking me again right now, just to make sure that the cum has taken its effect. I wanna feel your crazy hard cock painting the insides of my tight little pussy with your warm sticky cum! Ooh, that’s right, slide that big ‘ol cock inside of me, make me your dirty little slut! I fucking love being fucked and I fucking love it!

Payback's a Bitch (For Evie)

A capback, again! This time for the naughty and deliciously devious Evie!

Originally, the story for this cap was part of another, an offshoot if you will, but once I got to writing it, I quickly realized that it was a story all on its own. It was also at that point that I realized that this kind of story was a very prototypical "Evie" cap. That was when I decided to turn this into a cap for her! From there, my fingers flew across the keyboard and my most difficult and time consuming portion of this cap was once again the design. The story was actually finished on Monday evening, but I just hadn't had the time to put it all together yet. Hope she likes it!

Transcript: Thought it’d be cute to turn your ex-boyfriend into a girl so that he’d disappear? I must admit I was overcome at first, but that handsome well-hung stud, Jared, that you dumped me for and then sent to crush me into the ground, opened my eyes to new possibilities. I bided my time, watched, waited, and learned a new thing or two along the way, including the very magical powers that you used to turn my life upside down. I’m merely returning the favor. 

Ooh, does it mortify you to watch as the spell gradually morphs my body into yours and yours into another? By the time Jared gets back, he won’t even suspect a thing. As you can see, I already have your voluptuous hourglass figure, your perfect hemispherical breasts, and your shapely round ass. My voice is even beginning to sound more like yours too, breathier, sultrier, and simply oozing sex. Mmm, Evie sounds so much nicer than Adam...

But the process isn’t just physical, I’m also gaining access to your mind. Mmm, I can even feel the sensations as your memories flow into me, they’re so vivid it’s almost as if I was actually experiencing them right now. Oh god! Oh my goodness, that was amazing! Please tell me you remember having more wonderful orgasms! Wait, that’s different, oh wow, you are a naughty girl! I never knew that about you…and I guess Jared doesn’t either…Damien and Paolo? And is that Bianca, Damien’s wife, at another point too? Hell, I don’t blame you, she’s gorgeous! 

You were a wicked little temptress weren’t you? Always getting what you wanted, from anyone and everyone? Well guess what, I get to be that manipulative seductress now and after a few more spells, you’ll be reduced my docile little pet. 

Oh, would you look at that, your lingerie fits me like a glove, who would’ve guessed? I am you after all. I have your looks, your memories, and as much as it pains me to admit it, your personality. It’s just too much fun being a Machiavellian bitch, having men to dote on me, women to envy me, and lovers to satisfy me, but that isn’t even the best part. Those months I spent working in the brothel you tried to keep me in provided a unique education on pleasure, of which I was an extremely talented student. So when Jared comes home tonight, I will strip him slowly and make you watch as I fuck him right in front of you, powerless to do anything about it. You’ll be forced to listen as he compliments me on how good my pussy feels, how skilled I am, and how that that was the best fuck of his life. You’ll want to scream and shout, to tell him that I’m not who he thinks I am, that I’m just an imposter, but my spell will have sealed your lips and he will never know. 

Then when I’m through with him, I’ll discard him as you did me, but don’t think that I intend on letting you off that easy. Day after day, night after night, lover after lover, you’ll be forced to watch as I bask in the eternal bliss of orgasmic pleasure, pretending to be you and no one the wiser. And I’ll continue to be you, as long as it holds my interest…which judging from the already massive but still ever growing wardrobe of yours, could be a very, very long time…

Getting Some Payback

Just in case there's much confusion about this cap, allow me to clarify it here. The majority of it is an internal monologue, only the first and last lines (note the different fonts) are spoken out loud by the character. 

Transcript: “Ooh yeah, fuck that pussy real good. Stretch that tight wet pussy with your big hard cock!” 

Feels good doesn’t it? I can see that you don’t suspect a thing. It’s amazing how real they can make something look and feel these days isn’t it? Who would believe that my appearance was all just a ruse, created by an exceptionally life-like bodysuit? Certainly not your bitchy new girlfriend, who dumped me for you, and should be along any minute now to catch us in the act. Oh what a surprise it’ll be, and undoubtedly not a pleasant one. It’ll be payback to you for stealing my girlfriend and to her for leaving me. Catching you fucking another girl after you’ve canceled a date with her to ‘study’ for an important test is not going to sit well with her, oh no. 

You know the risk you’re taking by fucking me like this, right here, right now, but you still can’t resist now can you? I knew you couldn’t. When I approached you in the hallway yesterday and asked if you could help me with my French homework, I saw the look in your eye and I knew then that I had you. Then, when I showed up at your house this afternoon, all dressed up in my pretty little schoolgirl uniform, the smile on my face was genuine, but not because I was happy to see you as I’d said, but because I’d noticed the way you were shifting uncomfortably, in an effort to hide the growing bulge in your pants. And I provided no respite, playing the part of the classic tease, appearing demure and innocent, but cunningly seizing every opportunity for seduction. To your credit, you had conducted yourself well, and it was only after I’d ‘accidentally’ fallen into your lap, letting you feel the enticing nature of my flesh, and stroked your ego a bit, among other things, that you’d finally succumbed, but all she’ll see is that you did.

Oh, I do believe that was the sound of her car and the front door opening. Time for the closing act: a screaming orgasm as she walks in on us. She’ll be twice as infuriated then. Not only will she be outraged by the fact that you’re cheating on her, but also extremely resentful of the fact that you’ve never made her climax like this before either. Little does she know just how much I’m faking it, or he, what a convincing little actress I can be. Here she comes, “Oh yeah, fuck me harder! Shit that feels so good! Make me cum, baby, I’m almost there! That’s the spot, that’s the spot, oh my god! Yeeesssss!”

Naughty Afternoon Possession

Transcript: Alex smiled. This was amazing! He hadn’t really believed that it was possible, but the amulet had worked. As fantastical as it seemed, he was now inside and in total control of the body of Kara Stanton, one of the prettiest girls at school, and her lascivious body was his to do with as he pleased!

After making sure that her bedroom door was locked, he quickly began to strip out of her school uniform. As pretty as it made her look, this would likely be the only chance he would ever have to gaze upon what marvelous beauty lay hidden beneath the prim and proper of her blouses and skirts. Kara’s body did not disappoint. Her skin was smooth and fair and her frame gentle and lithe, but with a figure of a goddess. She had a beautiful pair of breasts too, large, but firm and appropriately sized for her age. Sitting on her chest, they looked perfect. It surprised him how small and delicate her hands felt as ‘she’ cupped her breasts. ‘She’ suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have a man caress them, but quickly shook the idea from her head.

An exploratory touch of her clit sent a loud involuntary squeal flying from her lips and an unfamiliar tingle reverberating throughout her entire body. Fueled by fervent desire, she immediately reached down for more as she let her other hand slip deep within the eager recesses of her womanly flesh. Lost in a storm of passion, it was only the incessant hum of ‘her’ phone that at last diverted her attention, an interruption, she vowed, that would only be temporary.

An impish smile crossed her face as saw who it was: Kara’s boyfriend. She briefly wiped her hand, picking up at once, but interrupting him before he could say more than a few words, “Hey stud, if you can make it over to my house in ten minutes, I’ll let you bend me over, hike up my skirt, and fuck me like a little schoolgirl slut.”

The line went dead instantly, but not before a flurry of activity, followed by the slam of a car door could be heard. He didn’t have to say a word, she knew where he was going. It was bound to be a memorable afternoon.

Nice Equipment

Transcript: “So what do you think?” Charlie asked, as he tried not to look too embarrassed standing ‘naked’ in front of his partner, Devlin. He wasn’t actually naked or male in appearance at the present, for which he was grateful, all thanks to the state-of-the-art female bodysuit he was wearing. Posing as Devlin’s girlfriend was part of his cover for the mission.

Devin seemed to be even more embarrassed than he was. It had to be unsettling to see a ‘girl’ gorgeous enough to be a Playboy Centerfold, yet know that that ‘girl’ was not only a man in disguise, but also your partner! “Umm…nice piece of equipment,” Devin muttered uncomfortably.

Charlie couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him a bit, “Piece? So do you like my tits, my ass, or my pussy?” Charlie made a full turn around to give Devin another look, finishing with a coquettish smile, causing Devlin to turn bright red as a small bulge began to form in Devlin’s pants. Charlie just watched in amusement as Devlin attempted to hide his emerging peak. He knew it was mean to tease him so, but it was just too good of a chance to pass up!

“I meant the bodysuit…you know what I mean,” Devin retorted back irritably, then softened his tone, “though you’ll certainly make for a sweet piece of arm candy. Now get dressed, we’re flying out in a half hour.”

“A half hour? The agency should consider themselves lucky I’m not a real woman…otherwise I’d only have been able to pick out which pair of panties to wear in that time! Still, only thirty minutes will still be a challenge…unless of course you’d be willing to help me. What do you say, I’ll pick out the bra, you pick out the panties?”

Devlin groaned in frustration. Charlie just laughed silently to himself. This was going to be a very enjoyable mission.

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

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“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.”

Fringe Benefits

Transcript: Spectre could get used to this. It was barely noon, he had barely lifted a finger, was currently soaking up the summer sun, and he had already achieved almost half of his mission objectives. Meet and gain the confidence of Mario Valencia, an influential underworld figure, check. Board his secure private yacht, check. Remain undetected, check.

Spectre knew that it was all thanks to his latest disguise. He was currently posing as Rachel Novelli, an absolute bombshell bikini babe that also happened to be the free-spirited daughter of a fairly wealthy businessman. It hadn’t been hard attracting Mario Valenica’s attention. That wasn’t to say that he hadn’t done any work though. Struggling to fit himself into the restrictive mask and bodysuit had been work enough. Sure, it had made him look gorgeous and gave him the figure of a goddess, but it also had to squeeze down on some areas pretty hard to achieve that effect. The crotch surprisingly, was more comfortable than expected; it sure beat the hell out of duct tape and superglue and it was just as effective!

The rest had been admittedly light. Intelligence had already given him the dossier on Valencia, so he knew which hotel Valencia was staying at and what his activity patterns were. Spectre also knew that Valencia frequented the hotel pool and that he often invited women aboard his yacht to spend the day…and sometimes the night. All that had been left to do was to put out the honey and wait for the fly. It hadn’t taken long.

Now, Spectre found himself lounging on a luxury yacht, cruising welcoming tropical waters, being waited on hand and foot by the yacht’s staff, and with nothing to do except to drive Valenica mad with a potent combination of teasing and denial. His next objective required access to Valencia’s private quarters and the cover of darkness would be preferred to cover his escape. As such, Spectre would have to provoke enough interest as Rachel to be invited to spend the night, hardly a challenge given the way Valencia was already eyeing ‘her’ lascivious curves. Since achieving his primary objective was only a waiting game now, Spectre decided to entertain himself by working towards a bonus objective: how blue could ‘Rachel’ make Valencia’s balls? Since she had at least several hours until nightfall, she hoped that she could make them at least as blue as the waters around them.

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.

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…

Pool Shark Tease

The inspiration for this cap actually came from another photoset, but by the time I was done writing the story, I realized that I needed something different and I eventually settled on this. I had a hard time choosing between this one and another though! I'm not a big fan of the orange background in these pictures as I feel it's rather strong, but I felt that the model in this set was more attractive (at least to me), so this was what I ended up going with. I'm also still not too sure about the placement of the title, but after messing around with it for awhile, I couldn't figure out anything else, so that's what I'm going with. Let me know what you guys think!

Transcript: Hey there stranger, how would you like to bet your pleasure on a game of pool? What’s with the dress? Ah, well, that’s a long story, which I’d be happy to tell you, you look like a fine young gentleman, if only my throat weren’t uh, so dry. You’d like to buy me a drink? How thoughtful of you, why yes, my throat is miraculously starting to feel better already. Let’s see, where shall I begin?

My name used to be Paul Veretti, I say used to because I go by Natasha now, shocked already huh? But I see you haven’t fled in terror yet, I’m starting to like you already. You see, I used to be quite the pool shark. I could rake in hundreds on a good night, but I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the thrill. Some of my opponents however, didn’t take too kindly to losing. I later found out that some of them had decided to hire a witch of sorts to put a curse on me and bring about a reversal of fortune. Crazy enough, the curse worked…to a certain extent. The witch wasn’t very well practiced you see and didn’t have very good control over her magic, so the spell she cast on me produced some rather…unexpected results, namely, the body of an attractive young woman.

Adjusting to my new form proved to be quite difficult at first. There was a lot I had to learn and I hated the way people looked at me, especially the men. For week or two, I cowered in the safety of my own home, not wanting to be seen by anyone, until one day, I’d decided that I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to live my life in fear or shame any longer. I poured hours of effort into learning how to do my hair and makeup, as well as getting comfortable in distinctly feminine articles of clothing, such as dresses and heels. I also made some new friends and began to study and then imitate the behaviors of women around me, learning to sit like a lady by crossing my legs, but also how to be a flirt with the cast of a captivating glance. It seemed strange to me then that the looks of men no longer bothered me; in fact, I actually noticed that I was quite enjoying them.

By this point, I’d already made my return to the billiard room. Wearing only the most revealing of dresses and the highest of heels, I certainly turned a lot of heads. It wasn’t long before I was back to playing my usual game, where I used my new assets unrelentingly to my advantage. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was for my opponents to concentrate when my breasts were spilling out over the top of my dress or after having ‘accidentally’ brushed up against them. My lavish curves and demure smile could drive them insane with fervor and I offered them no retreat.

I was also a merciless tease. Something about the way they struggled against my charms, but still ultimately succumbed to me turned me on something awful. I loved seeing the painfully restrained bulge in their pants or feeling their hardness pressed up against my body and knowing that I was the cause. I took hold of every opportunity to give them ‘accidental’ looks up my skirt or down my chest, striking the most provocative poses while feigning innocence. The especially cute ones I would give every excuse to touch their body against mine, my favorite being asking them how to line up a certain shot, then requesting that they instruct me in a very ‘hands-on’ approach. This would require them to press up against me from behind, at which point I could begin to subtly grind my hips into them. If they weren’t hard before, they certainly were after, and their embarrassment at my knowledge of their arousal was visibly evident on their red faces. I would assure them with a coy smile however, that I appreciated their adoration and that I wished to thank them for the lesson, privately.

Once we’d reached the backroom, I’d tie the lucky, or unlucky, man’s limbs down to a chair first before beginning to slip out of my clothes with sensuous grace. I would take my time, casually letting the straps of my dress slide off my shoulders, and then slowly peel the skin tight fabric down until only my naughty sheer panties remained. In the same leisurely manner, I’d strip him down as well, until he was completely exposed. By this time, he would usually be desperate for any sort of physical stimulation on his engorged member, but I would ignore it, choosing instead to tickle and lick its surroundings first, smiling as I watched the pre-cum stream down his shaft. It’d only be after he’d begged me multiple times, that I’d squirt some lubricant into my hand and finally begin to stroke his rock hard cock. I’d alternate between fast and slow, short and long, and sometimes I would stop altogether, causing him to cry out in frustration. I’d bring him to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but always stopping before he could climax. Oh how badly his balls must’ve ached, but I was a mean mistress. I would ask him how badly he wanted me, how much he wanted to fuck me, how much he needed to cum, and I’d make him beg me to let him. If he did a good job, I’d reward him by letting him feel the warmth of my wet pussy as I rubbed and grinded it against him, eventually teasing it against his cock, but never letting him in. He would thrash and try futilely to thrust into me, but his restraints prevented him.

I can only imagine the amount of explosive desire that must’ve been built up within him by this point, but I wasn’t done with him yet. For the grand finale, I would unhurriedly open several condoms, laying them in a neat row on his lap. Into the first condom, I’d squirt a copious amount of a clear gel before rolling it over his cock. Then, after rolling several more on, I’d gently massage his tightly wrapped member for awhile to ensure that the gel had taken its effect. Once satisfied, I would dramatically straddle him, look him in the eye and ask him if he was ready, and then gently take him in, savoring the sensation. At this point, he would begin to panic, realizing that he was unable to feel my wet delicious pussy wrapped tight around his cock. With a smile, I’d calmly explain that the gel I’d put into the first condom was a localized numbing agent and that that, combined with the several layers of latex around his cock, would effectively prevent him from feeling anything at all. It was the ultimate denial. Then, using him as a life size sex toy, I would pleasure myself, telling him all the while how good it felt and what a pity it was that he couldn’t feel me squirming on top of him. When I’d finally finish with him several orgasms later, I would slowly get dressed, letting the realization that he would never garner any satisfaction from me sink in, before bidding him farewell, leaving his blue balls painfully tormented and him utterly frustrated.

So does that answer your question? Oh, don’t be so embarrassed about the bulge in your pants, that is certainly nothing to be ashamed of! You’d like to know what? If my earlier offer to play a game of pool with you was still open? Of course I’ll play, I can play for hours you know, plus, I quite like you, you’re rather cute!

Payback's a Bitch (For Evie)

A capback, again! This time for the naughty and deliciously devious Evie!

Originally, the story for this cap was part of another, an offshoot if you will, but once I got to writing it, I quickly realized that it was a story all on its own. It was also at that point that I realized that this kind of story was a very prototypical "Evie" cap. That was when I decided to turn this into a cap for her! From there, my fingers flew across the keyboard and my most difficult and time consuming portion of this cap was once again the design. The story was actually finished on Monday evening, but I just hadn't had the time to put it all together yet. Hope she likes it!

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?