Just Trying to Help

A Process of Satisfaction (for Candy aka realfield)

"While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece."

Transcript: Perfect. James Slade felt nothing but satisfaction as he gazed upon the yielding blonde in his bed. Tiffany James called her, though her legal name was something else. Her bleached blonde hair and shapely breasts were likewise no more real than her name. Even her tantalizingly sweet pussy was no more than an extremely well-crafted counterfeit. But no one except for James Slade would ever know. While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Tiffany had been a young man named Carl once. From the moment Carl had been introduced to James, he had begun following James around like a lost puppy. It was natural James supposed. James was everything that most men strived to be: handsome, wealthy, successful, and dominant. Much came from his inheritance, including the genes to his majestically sized body, among other things, and like many others, Carl had flocked to him for direction. In fact, Carl was so eager to please, that turning him into a sissy and had hardly taken any work at all. It had been somewhat disappointing actually; James quite enjoyed the gratification of crushing a man’s will before bending it to his own. Sure, Carl had tried to resist when James had had him injected with feminizing hormones and even cried the first time the James had pounded his tight virgin ass, but only the first time. Countless surgical procedures and untold hours of ‘instruction’ later, the finished product lay before him, awaiting its christening.

Adorned and painted in her very best, Tiffany had accompanied James to a company party earlier in the evening. Though it did not behoove her to stand as his equal, Tiffany had played the part of a well-groomed young lady marvelously well at James’ behest. Here in the privacy of a secluded room however, she could give in to her instincts; James was her master. She had hiked up her dress, removed her panties, and exposed her prize. Tiffany feverishly desired to feel her master’s enormously large cock within her once again, but she was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever James wanted from her, she would give. His pleasure became hers. Tiffany knew that she was her master’s sissy and nothing else could ever make her happier.

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! 

Just Trying to Help

What I hope to be a rather humorous take on the classic inadvertent transformation scenario! Also, please note that this is a monologue, just in case you're getting confused and saying "the dialogue doesn't make sense!" (I've definitely done that before :P). On a side note, this is probably one of my more favorite caps that I've made recently, hope you guys enjoy it too!

Transcript: Oh, thank god you’re home, Matt! Listen, you’ve got to help me, it’s me, Jake!
Yeah, I know I don’t look like myself right now, that’s sort of why I need your help. So I was ogling some really weird hot chick at the grocery store today when she caught me and cast some sort of spell to turn me into this!
Of course I know I sound crazy, but it’s really me! She said she hoped that this experience would teach me a lesson and that I would be stuck like this, as a girl, until either a year and a day had passed or until I fucked a guy and let him cum within me!
Now I know that this is asking a lot, but I really need a place to stay until I can figure this all out, you know the frat house would freak, or worse, if they ever found out! I was also hoping you’d let me borrow some of your ex-girlfriend’s stuff as well, my clothes just somehow disappeared on me and being naked is only making having this new body worse!
What do you mean, “It’ll be my pleasure to help you out in every way I can”?
What are you doing? Zip it back up, put it away! Do not—don’t you dare think I’m letting that thing near me! There is no way that thing is going inside of me!
Only trying to help, my ass!
No!! My ass is off limits too!

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.

How You're Making It Up to Me

As usual, this one turned out to be a lot longer than I originally intended. When I saw the picture, the idea for this story immediately began forming in my head, so I began to write. What started out as a one liner turned into a paragraph and then two and the next thing you know, it's turned into a pretty dense three panel caption. 

At any rate, this is probably one of the few magical transformations you'll see from me for awhile as magic is usually not really my thing, but I really quite enjoyed writing this one. Who knows, maybe inspiration will strike again! 

As usual, comments are always welcome!

Transcript: “Oh dear,” Tim muttered as he stopped short, noticing the open book in Ron’s hand.

Two months ago, Tim had discovered a mysterious book of spells in the attic, but it hadn’t been until three weeks ago that he and Ron had finally mustered up the courage to try it. Acting impetuously, Tim had cast the first spell that caught his eye. Unfortunately, a few mispronunciations had altered the effects from helping him get a gorgeous girl to turning his roommate, Ron, into a gorgeous girl. To make matters worse, their efforts to find a way to reverse the spell had come failed. Luckily however, according to the spell book, the magic would last for only thirty days, after which the spell would be broken. Left with no choice, there was little they could do but to wait it out.

Unknown to Ron however, a few days after the mishap, Tim had actually discovered a counter to undo the spell, but the revelation was kept secret. Upon finding the reversal spell, Tim realized that over the course of the past few days, he had come to quite enjoy having Ron around as a girl. Even though he knew that the sultry brunette strutting around the house was his roommate Ron, that didn’t change the fact that Ron still had the body of a total sexpot. And since the change had been an accident, there was no harm in letting the spell take its due course was there? Ron had seemed to adjust quite well, accepting the fact that he would be stuck as a girl for thirty days, even seeming happier for it. In fact, he had even obtained a whole new wardrobe and had recently taken to parading around in nylon encased legs and revealing lingerie, a habit that Tim did not mind at all. And thus, Tim had reasoned that what Ron didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and so Ron wouldn’t know. Unfortunately, it looked like all that was  about to change.

“Well hello there, I’ve been waiting for you to get home,” Ron paused for a moment, then continued as Tim stayed silent.

“I’ve been doing some reading. It’s amazing what you can find out when you open a good book. In fact, I may have even found the very reversal spell we had so much trouble finding when this all started. You’ll never guess where I found it: on a torn out page hidden in this book. Odd isn’t it, that it would be hidden in such a place? But you already knew that didn’t you?”

“Ron, I’m so sorry, please let me explain—“

“Save it, Tim. I don’t want to hear it. You held out on me, but you know what? I’m not mad. I’m not mad at all and do you know why?”

Tim began to think, but Ron cut him off before he could answer, “Because you’re going to make it up to me…in a very special way…”

Tim smiled nervously, “Of course Ron, I’ll make it up to you, just name it.”

Resting confidently in the rustic seat as if it were a throne, Ron spread wide her now long slender legs, offering Tim an uninhibited view of her sweet slit.

“Do you like what you see? I know you do. I’ve seen the awkward walk you do around me to hide your arousal. You’d love to play with a pussy like mine wouldn’t you? To fondle these breasts and caress this body? Well guess what? I found the spell. Oh yes, the very same one that started this whole mess in the first place. I even discovered some of the finer details that we failed to notice the first time. For instance, did you know that there is a way to make the spell permanent?”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t I understand what you want,” Tim stammered. He really hoped that he hadn’t already done something to accidentally turn Ron into a woman permanently, thereby incurring greater wrath, or worse, that Ron wanted to turn him into a woman permanently, or both!   

Ron held him in a seductive gaze, powerful enough to melt metal, “I want nothing more than what you already want. Over the course of the past couple of weeks, I have come to truly find myself and as a result, I have decided that I wish to remain as I am, as a woman, forever. However, in order to accomplish that, I need something of you.”

A wave of relief washed over Tim, “Oh thank goodness, so you’re not going to punish me by turning me into a woman as well?”

“Heavens no! I have a very different use in mind for you. You see, in order to seal the magic of the spell, I require a very special ingredient to be applied within me, the seed of a man. Now the wine glass on the table, do you see it? I want you to—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tim interrupted Ron as he deduced what Ron wanted him to do, “you want me to masturbate into a wine glass so that you can use my cum to seal the spell!?”

“Would you let me finish? On the table you’ll also find a bottle of vintage port. I want you to pour yourself a glass. White port wine is said to be a potent aphrodisiac and you’ll need all the help you can get.”

Tim was at a loss once again, “Are you saying…um asking me to…so you want me to do what?”

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Long, hard, and deep. I want you to part my ready lips and impale me with your eager shaft. I want you to make me scream for more as I reach the throes of ecstasy, urging you to cum inside of me, but not just once, but multiple times, over and over again, all night long, until you are completely spent. Although once should be sufficient to seal the spell, it is better to be safe than sorry, hence why at sunset the next day, we will begin again, and each night after that until my thirty days have passed. So what are you waiting for Tim? I can see your cock struggling to burst free and if my pussy were any wetter, it would drip, so come over here and slide that cock within me already!”

Hot 'N Heavy Workout

Here's a quickie!

 Transcript: Since being transformed by a vengeful ex-girlfriend that also happened to be a witch-in-training, Andy has since begun to take an increased interest in exercise, particularly cardio. Not only is cardio great for maintaining a flawless figure, but also for increasing heart health.

These days, Andy usually hits the gym in her favorite white fitness catsuit several times a week, much to the delight of the male regulars. She typically plays coy, but always makes sure to give them a show as she strains and gets out of breath. Then, when she finds that she’s become too hot—or too horny—for her clothes, she’ll pick the first muscular hunk that catches her eye where it counts and take him somewhere else where they can both do something that’ll give their hearts a special workout.

A Process of Satisfaction

While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Transcript: Perfect. James Slade felt nothing but satisfaction as he gazed upon the yielding blonde in his bed. Tiffany James called her, though her legal name was something else. Her bleached blonde hair and shapely breasts were likewise no more real than her name. Even her tantalizingly sweet pussy was no more than an extremely well-crafted counterfeit. But no one except for James Slade would ever know. While most saw nothing more than another piece of exquisite arm-candy, James saw his masterpiece.

Tiffany had been a young man named Carl once. From the moment Carl had been introduced to James, he had begun following James around like a lost puppy. It was natural James supposed. James was everything that most men strived to be: handsome, wealthy, successful, and dominant. Much came from his inheritance, including the genes to his majestically sized body, among other things, and like many others, Carl had flocked to him for direction. In fact, Carl was so eager to please, that turning him into a sissy and had hardly taken any work at all. It had been somewhat disappointing actually; James quite enjoyed the gratification of crushing a man’s will before bending it to his own. Sure, Carl had tried to resist when James had had him injected with feminizing hormones and even cried the first time the James had pounded his tight virgin ass, but only the first time. Countless surgical procedures and untold hours of ‘instruction’ later, the finished product lay before him, awaiting its christening.

Adorned and painted in her very best, Tiffany had accompanied James to a company party earlier in the evening. Though it did not behoove her to stand as his equal, Tiffany had played the part of a well-groomed young lady marvelously well at James’ behest. Here in the privacy of a secluded room however, she could give in to her instincts; James was her master. She had hiked up her dress, removed her panties, and exposed her prize. Tiffany feverishly desired to feel her master’s enormously large cock within her once again, but she was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever James wanted from her, she would give. His pleasure became hers. Tiffany knew that she was her master’s sissy and nothing else could ever make her happier.

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!

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!