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Just Like All The Others (For realfield)

You might've noticed a trend in my caption postings lately. Since I've joined Rachel's Haven, I've quite gotten into the whole caption trading shabang and that eats up much of my captioning time now. As such, here is a return cap I wrote for realfield.

Smile for the Camera!

Getting Used to It (My 100th Caption!)

Your Date

Naughty or Nice

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New Beginnings

Spring of Femininity

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.

Short for Veronica (For RMP42661)

Another capback that I owed at the Haven. This was surprisingly quick and easy to write. She mentioned that she particularly liked it when the victim of the transformation was still dressed in their male clothes, so this is what I came up with! It's somewhat ironic, but this is probably one of my shorter caps (of this recent string). Hope ya'll like it!

Transcript: Great, how was Ron ever going to explain how he’d gotten into this mess? His big presentation was only a few hours away and everyone, his boss, his colleagues, and the customers, were all expecting Dr. Ron Boettcher to make the pitch. 

Only except Dr. Ron Boettcher’s body had been stolen from him and was somewhere out there wandering the streets of Chicago, whilst his mind was trapped within the form of a foxy young redhead. He should’ve known better than to trust her when she’d first approached him in the hotel bar, after all, what could a young attractive girl really have to want from a middle aged man like him? But she’d been so warm towards him and she was so very pretty, so when she suggested that he take her up to see his room, he hadn’t even given it a second thought. 

Once behind closed doors however, her demeanor suddenly changed as she swiftly injected him with some sort of immobilizing agent. The last thing that he remembered before she knocked him out was the sneer on her face and her taunting voice, revealing that she had been hired by a rival company to ensure that he would not be making the presentation. 

When he came to, he was surprised to still be in his hotel room. He had been almost certain that the girl had intended to kill him. When he discovered just what she had done to him however, he almost wished that she had. He was now in her body, how was he going to give the presentation now? In desperation, he’d even attempted to put on one of his shirts and a tie to see if he might still be able to somehow pull it off, but his new figure was clearly not intended to be hidden behind a shirt. There was no mistaking that he was a girl. If he wanted to retain any semblance of professionalism, he would have to find some new clothes. That meant getting a blouse, a jacket, a skirt, pantyhose, and heels, the whole nine yards. He was not looking forward to it, but what other option did he have left? Maybe he could convince his audience that “Ron” was a nickname, short for Dr. Veronica Boettcher…

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!

Preparing for Your Date

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Final Inspection

Here's a one liner quickie for you guys today!

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?”

Spring of Femininity

Transcript: What was he going to do now? Kris groaned in frustration, but the cacophony that left his throat soon morphed into melodic moans as his eager hands autonomously explored unspoiled terrain. It wasn’t supposed to be possible! He and his friends had been having great vacation on the tropical island paradise when one of his friends had dared him to jump into the “Spring of Femininity”, reputed among the locals to have magical properties. Never one to chicken out, he’d boldly taken the plunge into the spring headfirst: big mistake. 

When he’d emerged, he was horrified to notice an unfamiliar pair of weights on his chest. A quick examination had confirmed the rest, his large muscular frame had melted away to a lithe slender form and the manhood he had once been so proud of had been replaced by an exorbitantly sensitive mound. Thankfully, his friends hadn’t been there to witness the sight. They’d all decided to wait at the cave entrance to the spring, but he knew they would come looking for him if he didn’t soon return. 

A short gasp escaped his lips as the delicate fingers of his new body slipped within the soft folds between his legs. Despite being drenched and completely naked, Kris could feel a growing warmth overtaking his body, causing him to tense up as the pleasure intensified. The feeling grew tighter and tighter and warmer and warmer, until all at once, the most profound sensation erupted within him. His thighs quaked and his toes clenched the cold black rock below him as gigantic contractions caused various parts of his body to throb and convulse in ecstasy. He struggled to control his screams as the waves of bliss overpowered him, afraid that his cries would send his friends hurrying in his direction. 

As the general tingle of his orgasm ebbed however, the new girl quickly realized that she wanted, no needed, to experience that sensation again and more. Coincidentally, she also knew just where to find a group of horny young studs to satisfy her every need...

Good Life

I apologize for my long absence. Last week was really busy for me, but I'm going to try to get back to captioning as much as possible! So here's a story I worked on today, it's probably the longest one I've done so far and the only multi-panel one I've done so far so please leave some comments and let me know what you think of this. Should I do longer multi-panel stories or stick to single panel ones?

Insatiable

Never Going Back

You Don't Have To Ask Twice