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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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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Quick Cap: Disappointment

Just a little TG quicky for you!

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Hypnotized (a forced femme fantasy)

It is good to have friends, Eric, friends how appreciate how neurotic and uptight you are, and that want to help you.

It is good to have friends with hypnotic skills, that can make you relax and get in touch with your inner self.

It is good to have friends, Eric, friends that only want the best for you.

Yeah, right!

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A transgender experiment gone wrong

- OK, Sylvia, fill me in! How is the experiment going? How is he doing?

- Well, the operation went well, Betty, I am glad to say. He now has a fully functional vagina. The testicles have pulled up into is body and are slowly changing into ovaries as we speak.

The nanobots are very efficient. We expect him to be a fertile woman by the end of the month.

- That's good. That is very good! Still, I can hear a slight hesitation in your voice. Are there any difficulties?

- You can see for yourself. You ordered a E cup, but I am afraid we have had difficulties in stopping his breasts from growing. I think we have the situation under control now, but he will be getting severe back pains when time goes on.

- All right, I admit he looks pretty ridiculous. Can't be helped! The idea was to turn him into an archetypal woman, not some slim, athletic, flat-chested girl. And with tits like that, I am sure he will be able to breastfeed triplets, without any difficulty.

- Yes, but we are having second thoughts about the motherhood program...

- No! That was the whole point! He has been traveling from coast to coast telling the world that women should stay out of politics and the work force. He said their natural state made them fit for child rearing only.

We wanted him to experience that life first hand! We need him to become a missionary for our cause, and for that to happen he needs to become an old-fashioned oppressed mother!

- I know, but his mental capacity is slightly reduced, and we are not sure he will be able to take care of children.

- What do you mean?

- During the last three weeks he has gradually lost most of his cognitive capabilities and he has now a vocabulary of merely 500 words. The words he use most are "suck" and "fuck", and we do not think those are suitable for proper parenthood.

- "Suck" and "fuck"?

- Yes, he has a nearly infantile oral fixation and he clearly gets a great pleasure from sucking dick. If there is no man around he seems to go for anything with a phallic shape, being that bananas, flash-lights, bottles, you name it.

- God!

- Yeah, I know. And he enjoys the sexual instructions we agreed upon so much, that he male students we hired have become exhausted. Before the operation he begged them to penetrate his ass. Now he tries to stop them from pulling out of his pussy. He must be sore as hell, but it seems he is unable to stop.

- Does he eat?

- Sure. His favorite food is chocolate ice cream.

- So what do you propose?

- We cannot go with the original plan and marry him off to a conservative Opus Dei member when he is like this.

There is nothing left of his old puritan self. It is as if all the hormones and the therapy has let loose a dormant personality, a cock hungry slut with an IQ of 75.

- Then he is of no use to us.

- Exactly!

- But what went wrong? I mean, the transformation of Cardinal Mousinger was a success.

- You never know with living organisms, Betty. We are very complex beings. What works well in one case, may fail in another. We were prepared for that.

- Well, I guess I knew it intellectually, but to see him become a slut like this. I mean, it is as if he has become a parody of the whores he so often condemned.

- That may actually be the reason.

- Huh?

- The reason he has spent so much time fighting "indecency" and sex can be that he deep down has longed to be one of the sluts he talk so much about. There was no way he could admit that to himself, so he had made it his life task to eradicate sex from his life.

- Goddam it, Sylvia, we wanted him to tell the world that he had been mistaken; that women should be treated on equal terms with men. This... this creature... oh fuck! We have to get rid of him!

- Kill him?

- Of course we cannot kill him! We are not that kind of people! What do you think of me? But the Amazons can't pay to keep him here either. We have to find a way to make him work.

- But what can he do? He is absolutely useless!

- Nor really. Can't you phone your Russian friend Dimitri? He can get him a fake identity and a job somewhere in Europe, couldn't he?

- OK, I see what you mean. Dimitri knows a man who has a friend who has a club in London that could make use of his new skills. The Pink Pussycat Club, I think it is called.

- There you go! We might even earn some money from this.

OK, next case! How's the Osama bin Laden project going?

- We have a SWAT extraction team ready in Waziristan right now, Betty, and we expect to have him here by the end of the week. The plan is to marry him off to a Saudi Arabian sheik in late September...

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Guest Cap: Keep it moving, Rebecca's got a deadline to meet

Dee over at Rachel's Haven has she has given me the amazing story about how Rebecca lost count and was destined to be an office slut forever.

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Semper Fi!

What made you think changing me into a sexy fox, would be such a good idea, Malcolm?

You thought the spells would make me swoon and spread my new long sexy legs for you, didn't you? That you would get yourself a willing, nymphomaniac, sex slut that would keep you warm in the winter.

Well, think again, mister! I am a marine, for heavens sake. I have fought in Afghanistan and Iraq. I have killed more men that you have trout, and I will never obey a navy blockhead like yourself!

I am giving you a one minute head start, for our old friendship's sake, and then I am coming after you. You'd better start running!

1001, 1002, 1003, 1004....

Hey, I mean it! Start running now! That's my boy!

1010, 1011....

I like the handbag, Malcolm. Nice touch. I can keep my ammo in there and - eh - my lipstick. I have to do something about all this hair though. It gets in my eyes and makes it harder to aim.

30 seconds left, Malcolm.

Hm, I like the necklace as well. I wonder if I can get some earrings that go with that.

1056, 1057, 1058, 1059. Time's up, Malcom! I am coming to get yah!!!

This one is for Vanessa over at Rachel's Haven.

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Guest Cap: TG Quicky

Here's a lovely little cap I got from Jake:



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Guest Cap: What it looks like...

Samantha from over at Rachel's H has given me the following TG Comics Cap.

What I really like with this one is the perfect fit between facial expressions and the storyline. Still, that guy looks spaced out. It must be all the estrogen in the air.

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TG Carwash

OK, it was a stupid mistake. You don't drive into a carwash called Magic Transformation in a convertible with the hood open. You just don't!

Scott was soaked in magic soap and chemicals. He even swallowed some and found his body changing rapidly, gaining curves and soft bumps where no bumps should be.

And while his dick shrunk into a small red button a new slit opened up below it, his screams of panic climbed rapidly up to the level of a soprano.

He teared of his clothes and grabbed his new tits in shock.

"Welcome to my carwash, Erin!" A man came up behind her.

"You are mine now, darling. There is nowhere else for you to go."

He pushed her up against the car and entered her from behind.

Erin screamed in anguish as he thrust his dick into her new pussy. Soon her crying turned into sobs of pleasure, however, as magic and sex gave her a series of orgasms of a type unknown to any male.

She was utterly confused. Confused about her new body, confused about the man inside her and confused about the pleasure that rippled through her.

Suddenly felt an urgent craving for tasting his cock. She couldn't stop herself, even as hard as she tried.

She fell to her knees and drew in the musky scent of his penis mixed with her own pussy juices.

The magic had completely taken over her soul, and she started to suck hungrily.

Maybe she could get used to car cleaning.

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How Tony was Forced into Becoming a Transexual

Hey there! My name is Kristi. I see that he is trying to recruit you as well.

I am losing it. I truly am. I have tried so hard to keep just one small part of my old self alive. To uphold that person I once was, and to spite that fucking bastard, but I feel myself slipping away.

I don't know why he selected me in the first place. He has a good eye for that female potential, I guess, and he has done this before. Since you are here, I guess you know everything about him and his huge inheritance.

Money and power corrupts. I know that now, because this man has used his power to fulfill all of his fantasies, and I mean all! There are some dreams that are supposed to remain in our heads, but he doesn't care.

I was -- like you, I guess -- invited to one of his parties, tempted by pussy and booze. I never left. He told me in his soft voice that the mob was watching my parents and my two younger sisters, and showed me a video to prove it. If I didn't do what he said, he would torture and kill them. Do you remember the Veronica Smith murder? That was him.

I have been on pills for more than a year now. These two babies are the happy result of hormone creams and expensive surgery. He has his own cosmologist, and she has done wonders for my skin.

He wants me to keep my dick. It turns him on, he says, and sometimes he goes down on me. But mostly I am the one sucking dick in this house.

He started fucking me a couple of months ago, after having presented me with new pictures of Marge, my youngest sister. It was painful at first, but now my ass have become a perfect fit for his penis.

And the problem is that I am starting to like it. I like feeling his rod pumping in and out, in and out, filling me up. I like wearing scanty dresses and sexy pantyhose, and I like the thought of turning him on, and the fact that a man desires me.

I have lost my family, but I have saved their lives. I take comfort in that. But he is all I have now. So I beg you, run away from here before he captures you as well. I do not want to be replaced!

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There is, of course no connection between the fictional character of this story and the model depicted.

This cap is dedicated to Kristi in gratitude for the wonderful comic strip cap she has given me.

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The Prisoner of Doctor Trauma, a TG horror story

The TG ficition world is full of forced transformations, men being feminized and emasculated against their will, then humiliated and degraded.

The violence relieves any feeling of guilt, I guess, and it also takes away the burden of having to make yet another important and risky decision. If you are at the mercy of others, you have to let yourself go. Besides, deep inside, you want to become a woman!

Mr. Pendrake makes an appointment with his general practitioner, and soon finds that there is something about him that is not quite right.

When he decides to find another doctor, it is to late, however. Dr. Trauma has made use of modern medicine to shift Mr. Pendrake's life onto a totally new track.

Say no more!

This is a very explicit photo story, that may offend some of you. If you have no interest in BDSM whatsoever, skip it. There is so much more to read here. If you have some interest in bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, however, you are in for a treat.

And again, folks, this is a sexual fantasy. Under no circumstance do I condone sexual violence in real life!

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Read all about it! Man transformed into a woman!

Lisa,

I do understand what you are doing, you know, I do.

I could say I was sorry for cheating on you, that I caused you so much grief and anger, but right now I unable to feel anything but rage against you. What you have done to me is in no way comparable to my betrayal.

All right, so you caught me in flagrante with Samantha Brace, the buxom slut from Idaho!

There I was, the distinguished CEO, father of one, ramming my dick into my secretary, and you just stood there, seeing your world fall apart.

This is what power does to a man, you know. Deep down we are still apes, trying to become the alpha male, the top of the tribe, and when we do make it to the top of the ladder we want to mate with as many females as possible.

That's not an excuse; that's an explanation.
It's just evolutionary logic, and you, the great medical doctor, should understand that.

Instead you had Columbian gangsters kidnap me and ship me to Columbia.

Or at least, that's where I think I am. I don't see many people here, but those I see speak Spanish, mostly.

The house is out in the wilderness somewhere. I doubt if I would get anywhere, even if I found a way to get outside the fence. I would probably die of hunger, or been eaten by wild animals. I am not stupid, after my first futile attempts at escape I stopped trying.

I tried to resist the treatment. I had to, for the sake of my self respect and my self worth as a man, but it didn't help. There were always more of them than me, and they weakened me with drugs.

Now, of course, I am no match for a strong man. I am sure that was one of the lessons you wanted to teach me.

The operating theater is in the basement. State of the art. Clean. I got my first shot of my "medicine" down there.

It didn't make much of an impression at first, but when by beard stopped growing and my chest started to change, I definitely took notice.

It was after the first "drug attack" that I started to grasp what they were up to, or what you were up to, I should say. Only you have the medical expertise to pull this off.

When I woke up one morning, with the worst drug induced hang-over you could think of, I noticed that nearly all my body hair had gone. They had used both wax and electrolysis, I believe, because my skin was smooth as a baby's ass.

My beard was gone, as where my old clothes. All I found were panties and a pink dress.

Oh yeah, they were trying to change me into a girl, all right. I yelled, I fought, I destroyed furniture, but to no avail. The same evening they forced a new shot of your hormone cocktail into me, and a new one the next. And the next. And the next...

By the eight week, I had developed breasts. My skin was getting softer and more sensitive, and I grew a fatter and more prominent ass. I had horrible mood swings, and I started to cry myself to sleep.

I never cry!

Your behavioral therapy was a stroke of genius. Giving me DVDs with woman oriented porn, chick flicks, fashion magazines, Cosmo, romance novels. I had nothing to do but go through that crap, and I know now that it affected me.

As did your night time hypnotic tapes.

Oh yeah, I noticed. There were barely noticeable female voices whispering to me things like "I want to become a sensual woman. I love sensual lingerie. I want to serve my man in humility. I want feel a hard dick inside me."

By the third month I had to ask for a bra. My tits had reached a D cup.

You know, I couldn't help it. I was totally fascinated by them. If anything, it was those two mounds of flesh that made my change real to me.

For me breast had always been the utmost sign of womanhood. Yeah, I admit it, I was a tits and ass kind of guy. Which is why, of course, I was banging Samantha in the first place.

Now I had two of my own, and I couldn't stop touching them.

It was the feelings I got from touching those stiff nipples that started my new fantasies. Fantasies of having someone suck them, bite them, play with them. Women, at first. Sexy, buxom women like myself. But after four months I had to stop myself from including men in those day dreams.

At night, I had rough dreams of being violated, penetrated, and fucked by men, and I always woke up aroused and confused and with cum on my stomach.

That's when you introduced Herman. Strong, hard and stupid Herman.

He is definitely not Columbian and his English is as bad as his Spanish. He is not the kind that talks a lot. One day he just walked into my bedroom, tied me face down on the bed, lubricated my ass and started to fuck me. God, that hurt! From then on I was his bitch.

The last day of the fifth month, I believed I could hear you voice. I was sure it was you, but I could not find you.

Instead I was drugged again, and when I woke up I was tied to the bed to stop me from hearting myself. My crotch had bandages and someone had inserted a catheter.

I was in pain for days, and delirious with fever. I was castrated and emasculated, and you had brought in some expert from Thailand, I believe, to give me a vagina.

I have healed now, and I am indistinguishable from a natural woman. Herman is so pleased. He has now three holes to stick his dick into now, and he is fucking me daily.

I am starting to like it now, which has made me realize that your victory is complete.

There is nothing left of the man inside me. I no longer feel a need to conquer women. I have become the passive one, harboring girly dreams of a prince coming to save me, hold me, comfort me. That will never happen, of course, which is why I have begged them to send you this message.

I am not asking for your forgiveness. I am not out to get revenge. I just want to get out of here. To go home. I want to see my kid, as a stranger maybe, but still. I want to live a normal life, a boring life, as a woman, as fate will have it.

I am not going to bother you. If you can get me new identity papers, I'll find myself a job and a place to live.

But whatever you do, at least stop the treatment. They continue to give me the hormone shots and my breast are still growing.

Herman is beside himself of joy and has clearly convinced the doctor to increase the dosage, but I am getting scared. My libido is through the roof, my back hurts and they find it hard to get me bras in the right sized.

If nothing else, please let them stop the treatment.

Paul(a)

Paula,

I got your message. The treatment continues. I am not satisfied until you have become one of the whores you like so much.

The hypnosis therapy and the hormones will change you into a sex craving slut, and not the peaceful and modest woman you dream about.

In two months you will be moved over to a brothel in Nevada. Then, and only then, will your tits and ass stop growing.

By then you will have become an sex goddess of a woman, whit a body that will make men pay anything to fuck you.

You will serve their clients of the Pink Pussy Club for the next ten years. When that period is up I will send you your identification papers. Not before.

I am sure you will have saved up enough money by then to keep you through old age.

I have spent a lot of time and money on this, Paula. It has been worth every penny!

L

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Guest Cap: The New Hunter

Alexia over at Rachel's Haven has caught on to my interest for ancient mythology. After all, the Goddess of Inanna and her sisterhood, takes part in several of my stories.

Alexia has given me a series of caps featuring another incarnation of Inanna, namely her Greek counterpart Artemis (known as Diana among the Romans). This is actually a very clever variation of the original myth.

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Bodyswap

A few years into the future bodyswapping becomes technically possible. Do you need to spend a day at the other side of the globe? Don't travel! Swap!

Avis will start hiring out bodies, and the erotic entertainment industry starts new exciting (and illegal) services.

Our hero makes some startling discoveries during a business trip of the new kind.

Porn star Gina Lynn (pictured left) plays an important role in this erotic TG photo story or fumetti.

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A man becomes a busty woman

"It is very simple," Troy’s boss told him. "I have to get rid of 15 consultants, and you are out of a job."

"Goddammit, Fred!" Troy exclaimed.

"I have worked int this company for 8 years. I have slaved for you and made you rich, and now you reward me like this? There is a recession going on. Where can I get a new job now?"

Troy looked at him mischievously: "I do need a secretary!"

"A secretary? I a computer programmer. The only thing I can type is code, and you know it," Andy answered angrily.

"By the way, whatever happened to Eliza, your previous secretary? That was a hot one!"

"She didn't respond correctly to the needs of the social environment," Fred replied.

"You mean: She wouldn't let you into her pants, right?"

"I am a sexy man," his boss said. "She was a beautiful woman. That is the way of nature. You know, I am very greenish and ecological that way."

"Yeah, I bet you are!" Troy couldn't help smiling.


His boss was a male chauvinist of the worst kind. To him the perfect woman was a stupid sex hungry bimbo that agreed to everything he said.

"Listen," Fred said. "Don't worry about the typing. This job requires other types of secretarial skills, I am glad to say."

He fetched a small bottle of something that looked like red wine and two glasses from a drawer.

"Why don’t we toast for your new job?"

"I don't know what the job is about," Troy protested. "What about my salary? My career?"

"Well," Fred hesitated a bit. "I picture this as a kind of Senior Secretary position, with a strong element of human resource management and social welfare development."

"When did you start to care about social welfare?"

"There are always laws and regulations, you know, and a happy worker is a productive worker, that's what I say."

Troy sighed: "The only happy worker you care about is yourself!"

"Of course, I am the most essential part of this work environment. My welfare should concern you all."

"So this position is all a charade. To keep the labor unions off your back. So that you can tick off the right boxes in the official reports."

"Troy, Troy, Troy you are so cynical! This is a position that can bring you on top, at least from time to time. And you will keep your salary."

"I want a rise!"

"10 percent!"

"Done!"

The boss filled his glass. "Drink up!"

"What is this?" Troy sniffed the drink. It smelled wonderful, but nothing like red wine.

"This is a liquor I bought on the black market in Baghdad for an obscene sum of money. They said it was an aphrodisiac. With more responsibility comes the kind of mana and authority that makes you irresistible."

"Well, you sure know how to sell a proposition!" Troy took a sip.

"Aren't you going to drink with me?"

"Nah, this one is for you only. Take another sip. It is good for your health!"

Troy took another sip, and felt wave after wave of well being rush through his body.

"This is great stuff!" he said, and took a big sip. "I feel great! Wooow!"

He started to feel a bit aroused, in a strange kind of way.

Images of silk and lace and bubble baths and slow massages fluttered through his mind, followed by a strong longing to be fulfilled, filled, penetrated.

He saw high trees, lamp posts and cucumbers that slowly dissolved into the image of a beautiful dark haired woman sucking eagerly on a lollipop.

"God, this is one hell of a trip!" he told Fred.

Then his skin started to tingle and his body started to change.

He felt himself shrinking in the chair. At the same time his chest expanded slowly and deliciously into two large globes of female flesh. He touched them in wonder.

"You are a beautiful woman," Fred told him.

"I am a beautiful woman," Troy repeated. "No, wait a minute, I am not a woman, I am Troy, the computer guy!"

"No," Fred insisted. "You are Eliza, my hot, sexy and horny secretary, a sweet and willing woman."

"I am Troy! No, wait a minute.... I am Eliza. Ain't I?"

Troy could feel his mind sink helplessly down into a mental landscape of soft cushions, silky sheets, Kashmir sweaters and smooth skin, filled with the sense of sweet perfume and the musky aroma of aroused women.

He knew that he was loosing himself, but the feeling was so pleasant, so comfortable, that he did not manage to put up much resistance. Instead he felt himself embracing the changes.

"You are madly in love with me," Fred told him. "And your only need is to serve me and make me happy. You long to suck my dick!"

"I long to suck your dick!"

"You want me to fuck you hard and often!"

"I want you to make love to me!"

Troy found that his suit had changed into a top and a skirt, and he found himself admiring the way the top enhanced the female curves of his body.

He touched his crotch and felt his penis and balls shrink into oblivion.

He didn't mind. She didn't mind. Eliza didn't mind. She needed her grotto to welcome her lover. She needed her pussy to embrace his cock. She wanted that, very much!

“Woow!” she said, looking down at her impressive cleavage. “That was one weird dream. You know what, boss? I dreamed I was a man!”


“Did you like it, Melissa?”

“Nah, not a bit! It felt nothing like this,like this wonderful body! That's strange! It feels like it's new to me!"

"You have had it all your life Eliza. Don't you remember how your tits started to grow when you were 13, and how you blossomed into a beautiful cheerleader?"

"I guess..."

"You were never that good at schoolwork, were you? But the boys loved you!"

"Yeah," she giggled. "They wanted to touch me down there!"

"And you liked that, didn't you?"

"They loved me, you know."

"The way I love you! Why don't you take off your top and touch those enormous tits of yours. I am sure they long to be caressed."

"Oh yeah!" Eliza agreed. "Do you want to watch?"

"If you let me," Fred replied.

He found it hard to believe what he was seeing. The magic had worked much better than he had ever dreamed. The bottle was worth every singe dollar he paid for it.

Eliza was now lost in her own tits. She caressed them, pinched them, lifted them, tasted them, all while she was humming an unrecognizable tune.

There was nothing left of Troy's sharp mind, his creativity and his resistance. This was a woman happily at peace with herself and the world.

"You know, when I touch my nipples like this, I can feel it in my tiny toes! Hmmm, I wonder how it would feel like if you touched them."

He caressed them, carefully.

"Hmmmmm, that's so good. Now I can feel it tingling down there in my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy!"

She was jumping like a little girl in the chair.

He didn't wait for her to change her mind, and he soon found himself between her thighs, tasting her moist sex and licking her clit."

She started to trash around in the chair.

"Aaaaaaah, that's so good. I need you..., I need you to..."

"Yes, lover?"

Deep down in Eliza's mind the old Troy lost his last struggle.

"I want you inside me!"

Quickly Fred helped her out of her remaining garments, took off his clothes and lifted her up on the desk.


Eliza spread her legs and rested her back on the desk. "Come into me, baby. Come inside me!"

She looked with fascination at his hard penis, and trembled in anticipation.

"Fuck me, lover, fuck me, pleeeeease!"

Fred thrust his dick into her and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

She could feel him moving inside her and she felt happy and fulfilled.

She started to massage her own clit furiously, sensing a wave of orgasms coming on.

There were no more worries in her mind. She did not care about what tomorrow would bring. She didn't care about her career or her salary or what the other employees of the company might or might not think about her.

She trusted Fred completely and without reservation, so there were no emotional breaks to stop her body from shifting into erotic overdrive.

She could feel her pussy muscles tighten around Fred's penis and the first of a series of orgasms shook her body. She was drooling, crying, yelping and scratching, and she held Fred's ass tight to keep him inside her.

He couldn't hold back, however, and he ejaculated inside her with a load grunt. "Oooagh! That was sooo gooooood!" he cried.

She laughed happily and sat up on the desk.

"Fred, where do I live?"

"I am told that Troy agreed to let you take over his apartment, but for the time being you are living with me, darling. You know, as long as we feel comfortable with each other."

"Oh, I do, Fred, I do!"

Deep inside her, Fred's sperm struggled uphill towards the holy grail of semen, a ripe egg waiting to be united with its new lover.

Troy's life was about to be dramatically changed -- again and forever.

The pictures of Eliza are taken from my favorite site of visual erotica, namely Realitykings.com. Their pictorials are perfect for captioning, as you get a large number of images to choose among.

The original cap that was the starting point for this story can be found to the right. It was made for Melissa over at TGcapmeTGcapyouThe3rd

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Dizzy Girl!

It is good to have friends that care for you and are willing to do anything to make themselves happy...

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This one is for Rachel, the Princess of Caps.

Becoming a Flowergirl

No, I admit it. I was wrong. I thought all your talk about herbs and yoga and yogis and astral conjunctions was nothing but superstitious bullshit.

But that floral tea of yours... What did you call it? I remember! Chinese Yang-to-Yin Tea. That herbal tea of your was just delicious: sweet, spicy, musky, nourishing and tasty.

Fenigreek and red clover, you say? Nah, there must have been something more.

Do you know what I liked best about it? Feeling my tits grow in my hands, feeling them becoming heavier and heavier by the minute.

And I love this soft, soft skin. It is so sensitive. I feel the warm wind in a way I have never been able to before. It as if the wind is caressing me, making love to me. Do you know what I mean?

Silly me! Of course you do! You have been a girl for all your life. But you see, I have never allowed myself to dance naked in the sun. Boys just don't do that. It is so sad.

Have you seen my areolas? No, look! Aren't they beautiful? Would you like to touch them? No, go ahead! You have deserved it! You are the one that helped me explore my feminine side.

What are you saying? That this was not your intention?

Of course it was! You are the one that thought me about the goddess and the need for love and peace in the world. I am like you now, a flowergirl in perfect harmony with nature.

What do you mean, that you will miss my dick? I don't care about my dick! I have a womb now, I am a life giver. I am like the soil waiting for the plow!

I am sure there are plenty of men out there that will join us in the holy act of making babies.

Jealousy is not for us, the Children of the Earth. I mean, you said so yourself after having slept with Sri Sri Ravi Rama.

Do you think he would like to taste my nectar? It is flowing now, I can feel it.

Come, let's dance among the trees and honor Mother Nature by making love among the flowers.

Oh, my lover, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Images from Bignaturals.com. Seriously folks, they have the best collection of busty ladies I have found.

The model depicted has, of course, nothing to do with the fictional character of the story.

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This cap is dedicated to Crystal over at Rachel's Haven.

New erotic transgender photo novel: Becoming a Lady

My first "transgender photo novel" or "multi panel caption story" (there is no accepted term for this art form yet), One Night as a Woman, has been accessed by close to 2000 people over at Slideshare.

Here comes a new erotic transgender fantasy for you, and this one is even longer.

Meet Coy O.T., a magician of the most extraordinary kind! Or at least, this is what Simon does one fateful that at the local burger restaurant. Follow Simon's adventures as he is recruited by the secret and ancient Sisterhood of Inanna and gets the car drive of his life.

Starring British porn star Savanah Gold. And yes, the pictures are sexually very explicit!

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It's gone!

It’s gone! My dick is fucking gone! What the hell have you done to me?

Shit, I can hardly see what’s down there. Are those breasts? You have given me tits?

What do you mean, I asked for it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love women