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Thursday, July 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Two Guest Caps from Vicki Santuse
Vicki Santuse has given me two beautiful Rebecca's to desire and enjoy!
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Saturday, June 28, 2008
Summer job
The room was big with large windows that filled it with warm summer sunlight. Five girls sat on the old fashioned beds, waiting.
No one said a word. They just looked at each other in silence. One of them studied her fingernails, slightly dazed. Another touched her hair, bewildered, as if that could help her solve a strange puzzle.
Ivana looked down at her long sexy legs. "This is so strange," she said to herself. "I cannot remember these legs. I have never painted my toenails before, have I?"
Samantha drew her breath in an attempt to focus.
"Summer camp," she said to herself. "I believe we arrived here yesterday for summer camp." But her mind was full of images of unruly boys hollering on the bus, not of these beautiful women. She smiled to herself: "I must have dreamt it. Me being a boy, that's ridiculous!"
"What are we waiting for?" Isabelle asked herself. "We are waiting for something or someone! But whom?"
Downstairs the Priestess of Ereshkigal welcomed the first customers of the day:
"Gentlemen," she said. "The girls are waiting for you upstairs. Just make your pick from the book over there, and I will bring her to your room..."
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This is my entry at the Rachel's Haven's July cap contest.
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
Such a sweet little girl - a tale of sissyhood
- Oh, Magda, Peter has come around so well. Look at him, sucking Fred's dick like that! Is he humming? Is that a song?
- Yes, it is. It is the song we used to camouflage his hypnotic suggestions. Sometimes he wakes up at night and comes over to my room to ask for Fred. He likes it so much.
- And he is so sweet. That's adorable skirt! And where did you find that blouse?
- Over at H&M, Eliza, they have such beautiful things at reasonable prizes.
But I have started taking Peter with me shopping, now, letting him look for clothes himself.
He hasn't completely gotten the hang of it yet, and I have to stop him from going over to the games shop, but in general he is well behaved.
-I see that, and I am so impressed. You know, I am having a much harder time with my son.
Eric tries to spit out his hormone pills and he won't let me massage his chest with hormone cream.
I had to burn all his old clothes to get him to wear the sweet dresses I have bought him. It is a shame! I honestly don't know what to do about it...
- You have to be strict, dear. Punish him every time he spits the pills out. I use an electric rod for that.
I don't have to use it much these days, though. All I have to do is to show it to him, and he immediately does what I say.
Actually, I have come to rely more on rewards, lately. I give him the big carrot not the small stick (he he!).
Peter gets his biggest dildo every time he takes his pills. And for major events, like surgery, I bring Fred over and let Peter suck dick as much as he likes.
- He has such magnificent tits. How did you manage to make them so big?
- Well, you know, his body is genetically programmed for tits, all boys' are, and he has inherited his ample bosom from me.
I had Dr. Finckle help them along though. He is such a gentleman, Dr. Finckle.
- Oh, yes, he is. He helped me with my face lift last year, dear, and I want him to give Eric his vagina. How is Peter taking the loss of his penis?
- Well, his dick wasn't much to speak of from the beginning, Liz. He has that from his father's side, I am afraid.
So I told him that Dr. Finckle would help him perfect his clitoris and open up his pussy. He seems to believe it. In any case, he seems to enjoy being filled up in that hole as well.
- Which is as it should be.
- Amen to that.
I don't know what we mothers should have done without modern medicine, dear.
I mean, there is so much pain in the world, and it is all caused by male testosterone.
- Peter is lucky to have you as a mother, Madge. There are so many mothers out there that let their sons run wild.
- Oh, yes, isn't that a shame! But I must say, though -- you know, just between you and me -- that sometimes it is good to have a well equipped man between your legs!
- Of course, Magda, but not as member of the family!
- Speaking of family! I have some new pictures of Peter from his birthday party. There is one this funny one where Fred is tit-fucking him that you just have to see. Peter looks so happy in that picture.
I'll get some tea...
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Guest Cap: Fitting the Crime
Hee's a great cap series from Simone for you to enjoy.
The Watcher's Council is, as you can see, not amused at what's going on at this site.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Something's Jumping in Your Shirt
Here's a photo collage of beautiful girls for you, with music and everything.
The music is by Malcolm McLaren and Lisa Marie. The original video for Something's Jumpin' in Your Shirt can be found below.
You may know Lisa Marie Smith from some of Tim Burton's movies, but she did actually sing on the McLaren album Waltz Darling from 1989.

I had a hard time finding a photo of her (in case the extra video I have included at the end of this post isn't enough for you), but the one to the right is definitely of her.
The lyrics
Do you really think so?
True perfection. But can I do it?
Take it to the ball and on that runway
Walk the body
And remember, shoot that arrow!
Oh it's hurting, just because love is growing
Oh ah ah, please don't stop
It must be love
My t-shirt's changed since yesterday
I look into the mirror and my t-shirt's got a mark
I guess it's just because my life is falling apart
But I felt something hurting
And a boy said,
There's somethin jumpin!
Jumpin in my shirt
Something's jumpin, jumpin in your shirt
Something's jumpin, does it really hurt?
Something's jumpin, my hearts on red alert
Walk the body! Walk the body!
Lisa Lisa, Lisa Lisa
Something's jumpin, it must be love
Something's jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
The pain it really hurts
Something's jumpin, it must be love
Something's jumpin! Jumpin in your shirt
The pain it really hurts
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
The boys see me in a whole new way
It's different now, they're all love bound
But I don't like love,
I kick it around, I kick it around
But I felt something hurting
I know this feeling
Oh it's hurting, just because love is growing
Oh ah ah, please don't stop
It must be love
I've got courage and I feel brave
If those boys try to hurt me
I'll end their happy day
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Womanizer
- Are you coming? The movie starts in 30 minutes! Adam was impatient.
- Just one sec!
Samuel looked mesmerized at the beautiful girl across the street.
- Damn! She is hot! No, she is more than hot. She is divine. Heavenly. Out of this world. She is the perfect woman! Do you know her?
- You don't wanna go there!
- Why not!
- That is the womanizer!
- She is a lesbian?
- No, she was cursed when she visited China last year. Every man she sleeps with is transformed into a woman!
- Naw, nonsense!
- You know Debbie, the new girl you discovered last month?
- Yeah?
- That was Dan.
- No, come on! I slept with her. That was def a woman. A gorgeous woman.
- No doubt. But she used to be Dan before that witch over there lured him into bed. As soon as she has slept with 12 boys, the curse will be lifted. Rumor has it, she has only one to go. Listen, we have to go now if we are to get good seats!
- Sorry mate, I suddenly remembered I have promised my dad to move the lawn.
- Ahhhh, man! Shit! All right. Off you go!
- Sorry, dude! See yah!
A few steps down the streets Adam turned and looked back at Samuel.
- Hey, Samuel, that's not the way back to your house!
- Gotta run, Adam, gotta run!
This one's for Sam over at RH.
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