Just Keep Telling Yourself That

Getting Used to It (My 100th Caption!)

Are You Decent?

Heya Stud

Unexpected Changes

Good Girl Bad Girl

Afternoon at the Spa (For Gwen)

Backfire

Naughty or Nice

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New Beginnings

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.

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! 

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!

Transcript:

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!

Beauty and Brains

For the eagle eyed observers, you may find that the two models in the caption below are also the same very two featured in "Scandalous Studies". This is because when I was going through my folder of saved images and I saw them, I saw two very distinctly different stories in the images. Usually when something like that happens, I try to combine the stories into one, but these were so distinctly different that I knew I had to do two different caps for them, so here's this one! Leave me some comments!

 

Transcript:

Come on Dan! Give me those!

No way, Pat! There’s no way I’m letting you take these lab sheets as proof!

Why the hell not? If we can’t prove that we accidentally transformed ourselves into voluptuous young women, no one is ever going to believe us! We’d never be able to go back to our old lives!

Pfft, I can’t believe you! We get turned into total babes with a chance to relive what could be the best parts of our lives and you want to throw it all away?

You’re kidding me, you mean you actually want to stay as a girl?

Sure, why not? I mean, it sure beats the alternative. Just think for a minute, Pat. If the world ever found out about what happened here today, do you really think they’d just let us walk away from it? No, we’d get poked and prodded until they were satisfied, all in the name of science. Besides, haven’t you ever wondered how the other half lives? Or what it’d be like to be popular or well liked? We could go back through school as the girls we used to dream about, live the life of a drop dead gorgeous teen, but with the mind of a Ph.D.! Brains and beauty! Can you imagine just how deadly a combination that would be? We could do anything, go anywhere, and be anyone we wanted to be!

Well I suppose we could give it a try…just for a few days first though. I can’t deny that the possibilities seem enticing, but I’m still not too sure…

Great! It’s settled then!

For now, yes. Now would you please let me have some clothes? I haven’t quite gotten accustomed to seeing my new self naked yet…

No way! Are you kidding me? There’s only one way to get accustomed to our new bodies and we won’t be needing any clothes for that! 

Wild 48

Well first, how about it! I finally got around to doing a possession style cap! Inspiration rarely strikes me in that department and I don't get much practice writing them, so we'll have to see how this one turns out.

Some you who are keener might be a bit confounded by the name of this caption because the number preceding it is "31", which doesn't match the current trend (I'm currently on "150"). If you notice however, there is no "31" on this site (a few other numbers are missing as well). This is because I actually started this caption a long, long time ago, but I never finished it and therefore also never published it. The unfinished caption however, kept bugging me, so I finally got around to doing just that. So here it is! The #31 that almost never was!

 

 

Transcript: The spell had worked! He now had a full forty eight hours in the body of Maria Rivera, the hottest girl in the entire school! He was still trying to soak it all in. So this was what it was like to be her. It still seemed strange to watch as the luscious brunette continued to follow his every move in the mirror. Despite the awkwardness he felt, her fine lithe limbs continued to carry themselves gracefully, always settling in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement. It was almost as if she couldn’t be anything but beautiful.

He still couldn’t quite believe that he was now inside Maria’s body, literally. ‘Maria’s’ hands wandered towards her burgeoning breasts, caressing them gently as her gaze drifted elsewhere. She had a cute butt. It was certainly no wonder why every boy in the school was just dying to try and get her attention and here he was getting to be her! The thought sent an electrifying chill resonating throughout her entire body. She giggled, and then abruptly stopped as she paused to admire the sultry sounds of her own voice before breaking out into laughter once more.

She couldn’t decide what to do next. There were so many things she wanted to try, but so little time! Perusing through ‘her’ closet, she was quite satisfied to find that there appeared to be apparel for every occasion, including some for when none were required. Only one thing was certain, this weekend was sure to the wildest forty eight hours of both his and her lives! At least…until next weekend!

Health and Fitness

This is again, one of those images that just really struck a chord with me as soon as I saw it. I actually had to rewrite the story a bit though as my first version got a bit too long, so I had to cut it off and try again!

Also, I will be trying to add a new label to my caps, "clean", to denote those that are not explicit for those that prefer that style of cap.

 

 

 

Transcript: Although many things had changed since Nicholas had been transformed into Nicola, the one thing that hadn’t was her devotion to health and fitness. In fact, one could even say that being fit had become even more important to her since, though what particular aspects of fitness she focused on certainly had.

Over the past few months, Nicola had intensified her workouts to flatten her tummy, tone her arms and legs, and sculpt her butt. Looking at her butt now, she was happy to see that all the squats she had been doing were really paying off. It was nice and curvy, luscious, but firm, and sure to attract plenty of attention as she walked past. 

There was still some more work to do though, swimsuit season was right around the corner and she had no intention of letting herself look anything but smoking hot in her sexy string bikini. She had some boys to tease after all! And if all went well, she might give them the chance to see just how fit and flexible she really was!

Tiffany's First

Transcript: “Feels good doesn’t it?” Tim’s girlfriend Sasha cooed behind him. 

Tim could only barely mumble out a reply between his moans as his girlfriend simply looked on in amusement. Losing the bet had meant that his girlfriend could do whatever she wanted with him for twenty four hours. Of course, the fact that he had a witch for a girlfriend had certainly made things a lot more interesting. This wasn’t the first time that he had been turned into a girl, but it was his first time, albiet by a strap-on, and also the most pleasurable. This was undoubtedly turning into the best bet he had ever lost.

The sensations were incredible. Feeling ever inch of Sasha’s well lubricated strap-on sliding into his body’s virgin pussy, stimulating pleasure centers he never even knew existed before. He could feel the pleasure building, like a warm pressure in his nether regions. He squealed to Sasha to go harder and faster as he moved his hips rhythmically to meet her thrusts.

His girlfriend teased him as she watched him respond, “Like it now do we? Ooh, look at you, taking it like a pro. You know, I do believe that you’re a natural. Good thing too, since I already called Tommy over, you know his reputation don’t you?” 

Tim’s eyes widened visibly in an expression of shock, a strap-on was one thing but—

Sasha continued, “Of course you do. You didn’t really think that this strap-on was all we’d be up to now did you? This was just a warm up, for the real thing. I wanted to make sure you were all wet and ready for him. Tommy’s got a little fetish for threesomes you see and I owe him a favor, so tonight, Tommy’s going to get to have the two of us. The real trick though is on him, he doesn’t know who you really are! And as long as you moan and squeal like a little whore, he won’t ever know! So be a good little girl and act, if you need to, though I highly doubt it, like you enjoy it whilst he’s fucking your brains out, alright? Oh, and one more thing, we can’t be calling you Tim for awhile, now can we? How about Tiffany? I think the name suits you. So how about it Tiffany, are you ready to try the real thing?”