Wednesday, February 29, 2012

TG Caption -- High School Reunion

I wrote this caption before I had a picture, which is kind of a first for me.  Typically, I have to see the picture(s) to know what story I'm going to tell.  But with this one, I knew exactly what I wanted to say; I just needed a suitable photograph.

I've mentioned the HBO show Hung before, and I'm going to do so again.  This story is based on a two episode story arc from that show in which a transgender woman (played by a gorgeous TG actress named Jamie Clayton ) attends her high school reunion. I just thought it was a really well-done pair of episodes.

Anyway, check out that show if you can, and enjoy the caption.

As an aside, I'd like to know which caption you all prefer (they're the same except for how they're laid out).  I'm trying to figure out how to best present the captions while making them easily readable.  I know the first one looks better, but the I think the second one might be easier to read.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Poll Results

I just wanted to say thank you all for your participation in the poll.  There were many more responses than the last one I put up. 

The results were encouraging, too.  Overwhelmingly, people thought the new layout of the site was good, and only a very few thought it needed work.  I'll probably change it up again eventually, but since most of you like it, I'll keep it like this for a while.

Thanks again for responding!

Feminized Superhero Caption - Superman

I downloaded this picture the other day, and I had two options.  One, I could go with a Superman caption in which Superman has to deal with feminization.  Or second, I could do a cosplay caption in which a particularly feminine boy is convinced to be Supergirl by his friends.   I chose to go with Superman.

I'm not that familiar with Superman.  I've watched the movies from the 80s, and I watched the most recent movie.  But I never read any comics or anything.  I wouldn't even call myself a fan, really.  I"m acquainted with the character, but don't know much about the mythology.  So, for this caption, I had to do research, which was kind of fun.  I had no idea the comic book heroes had such deep narratives.

Anyway, here it is!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Movie Stars Aren't Always What They're Cracked Up To Be

Finally, I get to write a sex scene.  It's been a while, so I hope I nailed it.  I kid a little, but they're really hard to write.  And it's not about the actual actions; it's about the transitions from, say, foreplay to the act itself.  Or position changes.  That's what I struggle with, at least.  Maybe others don't find it so difficult.

But I've been wanting to try to integrate a meaningful character realization into a sex scene for a while.  Sometimes, I've been successful, but other times, it's felt like sex for sex's sake.  I hope this feels a little more meaningful than that, though.

Movie Stars Aren't Always What They're Cracked Up To Be

The first time I met my soul mate, I barely even noticed him.  I know, we all want to believe in love at first sight, and maybe it exists, but love is more than just a feeling you get when you first meet someone.  It's bigger than that.  It's lasting...

I'm not really good at explaining these things, but I think people confuse lust with love a lot of the time.  But when that lust turns into something deeper, they remember it as love at first sight.  It doesn't matter that they have felt the exact same thing dozens of times before, and it never went any further.  No, we don't remember those.  We remember that one time where it all worked out.

I guess this is a long way of saying that I don't really believe in love at first sight anymore.  Once, I thought I did.  I would have sworn that I had felt it before.  But I don't feel the need to romanticize the first time I meet someone anymore.  Maybe I've grown up.  Or maybe I'm just more cynical now.  I don't know.

Anyway, when I first met Harry, he didn't really catch my eye.  I was a little caught up in being me, and...well, I only had eyes for a certain type of person.  You know the type:  the dominant ones.  The strong ones.  The people who, when you look at them, you swoon a little.  And Harry's not really any of those things.

I mean, he's strong in his own way.  And he can be dominant when he needs to be.  And now, I do get that feeling every time I look at him.  But at first glance, he's not really anything like that.  In fact, when you first meet him, he's kind of the opposite.

It was only a few months after the show had finished airing, and I was riding high.  Each time I looked in the mirror, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I was absolutely gorgeous.  Before the show, I was a pretty boy.  I didn't really wear makeup (sometimes I did, but just a little).  I didn't wear my hair in a particularly feminine fashion.  And there were traces -- barely visible -- of the fact that I was a boy.

But by the time I finished the show, that had all changed.  My face had softened a little (don't ask me how -- the doctor said it had something to do with fat distribution), and I had started to wear makeup.  And I'd completely embraced feminine hairstyles.  Then there was my body...I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I have a great body -- a female body.   It's like my body was a blank canvas, and the hormones were the paint. 

And that gave me confidence.  I knew that when women looked at me, they were jealous.  And when men looked at me, they wanted me.  I'm a little ashamed to say that I reveled in the attention.

So I was a beautiful celebrity, coming off of a hugely successful project.  Needless to say, I fielded offers everyday, ranging from television cameos to movies.  I'm not an actor, but they didn't care.  They wanted to cash in on my fame.

I guess I should have taken advantage of it; I mean, I was one of the few people like me who had ever become so famous or accepted.  I should have used it to launch some sort of program for boys and girls who felt like they didn't belong, that society would never accept them for who they were.  I wish I had.  In fact, maybe I still will.

But I was wrapped up in my own life at the time.  And the men...they came out of the woodwork.  Some were famous.  Some weren't.  I met them at parties.  I met them at movie premiers.  There were even some women who tried to snare my attention.  I don't know what they were thinking.  I mean, most weren't gay or anything.  Was I a woman to them, even though I still had know?  Is that how society viewed me?

It doesn't matter, I guess. 

But I met Harry at a meeting; he was a young executive with a well-known movie studio, and they were pitching me a role in a movie.  It wasn't a big role, or anything -- just a few lines.  I don't even remember what it was about.  There were almost a dozen people in the room, but I only really noticed one person -- Kip Hayes.  Yes, that Kip Hayes.

He was so handsome -- he looked like he had been chiseled from marble.  And that smile...

I swear, it felt like there was no one else in the room when we locked eyes.  I wanted him.  He wanted me.  There was no doubt. 

After the meeting, he invited me back to his place.  Of course, I went.  How could I not?  He was one of the biggest movie stars in the world.  Never mind that he was the epitome of male sexuality.  I couldn't even being to say no.

When we got back to his place, he started to ask if I wanted a drink, but I didn't hesitate.  I practically attacked him.  He tasted like a man ought to taste.  He smelled like a man should smell.  And he felt...well, you get the picture.

He practically ripped my dress off, and I could see it in his eyes.  I was everything he hoped I would be.  And that felt good.  We all want to be wanted, I guess.

His tongue on my nipple.  The gentle kisses along my bare tummy.  The feel of my panties sliding down my legs.  And then, his mouth enveloping my penis, tonguing it, kissing it.  My manicured hand found the back of his head, buried in a tangle of curly hair.  Ecstasy.  I leaned my head back, and let out a moan. 

When he came up for air, I looked down at his handsome, rugged face.  A trail of saliva ran from his mouth to my semi-erect penis.  And I smiled. 

It wasn't long before I was lying on his couch, my legs spread as he knelt between them. HIs fingers were buried in my anus as he dutifully licked and sucked. 

But I wanted more than a finger or two inside of me. 

Did I expect Kip Hayes to have a small penis?  No, not at all.  I guess that's why he was so good at oral sex; he had to make up for it somehow.  But when I got on my knees, and pulled his pants down...let's just say that he was a bit under-endowed.  He wasn't tiny, but I would definitely put him in the below average category. 

I tried not to let my disappointment show.  And as I bent over, and he entered me, I acted my heart out.  I screamed and I moaned.  But I didn't mean any of it.

You have to understand; up until that point, I had been mostly with porn stars.  And so, I was used to a certain size.  And Kip...well, Kip just wasn't up to the task.

Looking back, I know I went home with the wrong person that day.  I should have noticed the way Harry looked at me in the meeting.  I should have seen him trying to work up the courage to talk to me.  But that would come later, I guess.

Sissy in Denial Caption -- New Swimsuit

I really like this picture, but the story is just more of the same for me.  It's just another sissy in denial caption.  I'm kind of in a bit of a rut, in terms of story ideas.  I'm going to spend a little time over the next few days trying to figure out some new themes. 

That's not saying that I'm not proud of my captions lately -- I am.  The writer in me just wants there to be more variety in them.

On a completely unrelated note, I just wanted to let you all know about something that's been bugging me for the last few days.  I got an email from Smashwords (where A Warrior Reborn is published), telling me that Paypal has started a crusade against what they consider obscene content (erotica containing rape, incest, etc.), and that any works considered "obscene" should be unpublished by the authors (or the people who run the site would do it for them). 

I completely understand where Smashwords is coming from - most of their (and other online retailers') business is done through Paypal.   They basically didn't have a choice.  What bugs me, though, is that Paypal is trying to dictate to us all what is and is not "obscene". 

I don't get off on rape fantasies or incest, personally, but I know that some people do.  I also know that they're just that - fantasies.  I'm not advocating the acceptance of such actions; what I'm saying is that we're all adults, and we all know the difference between fantasy and reality. 

I don't know why it bugs me so much that Paypal is using its financial muscle to try to dictate morality to us all.  It just does; I have a hard time explaining it.

I'm not going to tell you to boycott Paypal or any of the retailers who have caved to its demands.  I just want you all to have the information.  It might be fiction containing rape and incest now, but tomorrow, it might be Gay and Lesbian erotica.  Or it could be forced feminization erotica.  Or, heck, it might be erotica in general.  Where does it stop?

Anyway, that's just me ranting a bit.  Thanks for reading!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Begnining of my Life in the Spotlight

I went with a little bit different tone with this installment; I wanted it to feel more conversational.  I'm not sure if it works or not (you'll all be the judge of that), but I enjoyed writing it.  I think this has turned out to have a bit of a memoir feel to it, which is really cool.  However, it doesn't have as much sex in it as I originally intended, so it might not appeal to everyone who reads this blog (I know why you all come here!).  But for those of you who like to see the growth of a different sort of character, enjoy.  I also apologize for any typos or grammatically incorrect sentences.  Sometimes I start typing a sentence and realize it doesn't work, so I start to replace it and miss a word here or there.  Please try to ignore those.

The Beginning of my Life in the Spotlight

Fame is a tricky thing, especially when it's sudden.  One second, you're anonymous; people don't notice you.  You fade into the background.  And then, like a switch has been flipped, everywhere you go, people recognize you.  Every sideways look, each glance in your direction, you think they're gawking.  Maybe they do know who you are.  Or maybe it's all in your head.  But the fact remains that you just can't hide anymore, no matter how much you want to.

When I agreed to do the reality show, I never thought in a million years that I'd actually get famous.  Sure, I thought that I might get recognized by a select group of people, but nothing like what actually happened.

I think it was about eight months after the show began filming (and about 2 months after it started airing online) when I first realized that life as I knew it was over.  I was actually in a really good place, physically and mentally.  My body's changes had sort of plateaued, and I had begun to accept the new me as, well, just me. 

According to the doctor, I had reacted to the hormones in a very interesting way -- the changes had occurred at an accelerated pace.  What normally takes 12-18 months took my body around 6-8 months.  He couldn't really explain it, either.  All he could do was guess that it had something to do with the way my body processed hormones.

But I'm not a doctor.  I don't really care why things happened the way they did.  My breasts had grown to almost a C cup, and my body had rounded out to a more feminine shape.  It's hard to explain; it's just my body, you know?  Anyway, I don't have to describe it -- my body isn't a mystery to many people in this country these days.

So -- fame.  It's so weird getting recognized in public by perfect strangers.  Most are nice about it, offering words of encouragement, but some are just downright nasty about it.  And for me, being who and what I am, the nasty ones...but that's not what I wanted to talk about.  I'm not going to complain about bigots.  That's not my style.

Anyway, I had long since moved on from doubts about my decision to start taking hormones, so it was kind of disconcerting for strangers to tell me that it would be okay, and that they thought I had made the right decision.  It was just after the episode in which I cried had aired, and apparently, it had gone viral.  I don't know if A.V.A. was behind it, but it propelled the show from a niche semi-porn gimmick to something else.  The world hadn't ever seen anything like our show; we blended so many genres.  And all the while, we were unapologetically sexual. 

I read once that the show wouldn't have worked with anyone else.  They said that I had the perfect combination of innocence, sexuality, and vulnerability that made it easy for audiences to connect with me.  I don't know about all of that.

What I do know is that my show became something of a cultural phenomenon.  What does that say about our culture?  Does it mean that our society is progressive enough to lay aside the fact that I'm so very different?  Or am I akin to a circus freak to them?  I don't know.  I want to believe the former.  I really do.   But I can't escape the feeling that it's the latter.  It might be completely untrue, and I'm still just that insecure boy I've always been (despite my very feminine and admittedly sexy body).   I want to escape that insecurity; that's why I'm writing all of this down.  That's why I've been in therapy for close to four years now. 

So, there I was - a veritable pop culture icon.  I'm thankful that the opportunity presented itself, and I certainly don't regret agreeing to do it.  But I'm so, so glad that it only lasted for one season.  They offered me so much money to come back (way more than I made elsewhere), but I just couldn't handle it anymore.  The cameras following my every move made personal relationships all but impossible (though I did try).  Sometimes, I would manage to forget they were there, but most of the time, I was painfully aware of their presence.  It affected my every decision, my every move.  And that kind of thing can wear on a person, you know?

But it opened a lot of doors for me.  I did talk shows and news programs; they didn't look at me as a porn star.  They talked to me like I was a I was respected.  They accepted me.  They had to, I guess.  Their audience demanded it. 

I don't know.  I guess I'm rambling a little with this one.  That time in my life was so hectic that I scarcely remember the details. 

I recently read an article in Newsweek about me (I didn't contribute to it at all) which claimed that I kick-started a revolution in the entertainment industry, and in more way than one.  It even went on to say that my popularity helped pioneer our country's increased acceptance of transgendered people.  I actually blushed while reading it. 

I won't argue that it didn't help our society progress, but it's not like we did anything special, you know?  We didn't go out and protest.  We didn't get any laws passed.  We just let the audience see what it was like for a person going through a monumental change.  And they kept their eyes open.  People, I think, were just looking for something like our show.  Maybe not specifically, but they wanted to see us as people just like anyone else.  They wanted to see our problems.  They wanted to see us laugh.  And they wanted to see us cry.

And they saw me cry. 

But that was only the beginning of my life in the spotlight.

Sissy Son Caption -- New PJs

Friday, February 24, 2012

Hypnotized Sissy Caption -- Swapping One Oral Fixation with Another

I've always liked revenge stories.  In fact, the revenge fantasy is how I got my start writing in this genre (with the Omar Bell Universe).  And this caption is no exception.  Hope you all like it!

Thursday, February 23, 2012


I've been working towards this scene for a while; it's a pretty emotional situation.  I'm not sure I did it justice, but I hope that if I didn't, you can use your imagination a bit.  Try to put yourself in that character's shoes.

As for the experiment, I think it's making me a better writer.  Sometimes, I have trouble finding a cut-off point for a particular scene, but with this, I'm finding that I can end a scene anywhere I want.  And then I can take it wherever I want.  I don't have to show everything.  I don't have to do anything but convey emotion to make it a good story.  And that's fun.  Different than my typical style, but fun all the same.

Hope it's fun for you all too!


I remember the firs time I looked in the mirror, and I realized that I had breasts.  It's such a vivid memory, you know.  You'd think that I would have been looking for the changes every day, but my life at that time was really, really busy.  I had photo shoots.  I had movies to film.  Basically, I had a very full itinerary (they didn't want me to lack for things to do), so I just didn't have time to think about it very much.

Anyway, it happened when I first got out of bed one morning.  I leaned over, and I felt it -- there was a slight weight on my chest.  It wasn't big or distracting; it was just there.  It all came crashing down in my mind then.  I reached up, and cupped a distinct breast.  It's not like it was big or anything -- it wasn't even an A cup.  But it was a breast all the same.  It was unmistakeable.

Even so, I had to see it to believe it.  Mere touch wouldn't be enough.  So I went to my trusty bathroom mirror, and sure enough, there they were -- two budding breasts.  My nipples had grown slightly darker as well.

I didn't know how to feel about it.  I thought I wanted them.  It made so much sense when I thought about it rationally.  But it's one thing to decide to take hormones; it's something completely different to actually see the results.  I was so confused back then; I had no idea who I was.  Sure, I put on a brave face.  I acted so confident in my decisions, but at the end of the day, I wasn't sure about anything.  I didn't know if I wanted my body to change.  I didn't know that I really wanted to be in pornographic movies.  I didn't even know for sure if I preferred men or women.

All of that uncertainty battled in my mind as I looked at my new, budding breasts.

Is it true that our actions define us?  I don't know.  I've done a lot of things that I didn't really want to do at the time.  Have I always been scared to say no?  There's such a disconnect between what I do and what I think that sometimes, I don't even know what's real.  Am I simply a worrisome person?

As the doubts built to a crescendo, I couldn't help it.  I burst into tears.  To this day, I'm not sure what upset me so much; the decisions were made.  I had committed to the course.  And outwardly, I wanted it.  But then there were the tears, those damning tears. 

Did it mean that I didn't want my body to change?  I don't know.

I think I cried for almost an hour.  At some point, I moved from the bathroom to the bed, but I don't remember how.  So there I was, naked and curled up on my bed, crying my eyes out.  And the cameras caught every single moment.

I think that's when the program changed from simple novelty porn to something else.  Had they banked on something like that?  I don't know.  But how could they have known?

In that moment, though, I became a person to the audience.  I wasn't just some swishy little porn star.  I was just a boy going through an extremely difficult time, a time of change. 

Could I have done it again, if I tried?  Probably not.  Would I have let go if I had even remembered that the cameras were there?  Definitely not.  But it happened, and that day changed my life in incalculable ways.

Transformed Sissy Caption -- A Bit of a Rut

I really thought this picture ended up looking really, really good.  And the caption, while not terribly original, is fun.  So -- good caption!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Feminization Movie Cover -- James Bond

It's rare that I know what I'm going to do with a particular picture when I find it.  Usually, it takes a little thought for me to figure out the story I want to tell.  But sometimes, I know exactly what the caption/project is going to be when I finish.  I have a clear vision of where it's going to go.  And with this picture, I knew as soon as I looked at it that I wanted to do a James Bond theme.

It started out like this:

Nice picture, I know.  I'm actually using this same model for another caption sometime soon (though you'll hardly be able to tell it's her).  Anyway, I knew that I wanted to do the famous gun barrel shot.  It kind of fit.  Yes, I know the gun and the stance isn't exactly right, but in my little story, Bond has been through a lot.   But once I constructed the piece, I knew something was off -- there was a seriously glaring difference between the photo and the art style of the gun barrel.  So I went to work -- painting here and there to give it a little different look.

It took a while, but eventually I was happy with it.  It actually didn't look like a photo at all -- just a really nifty painting.  But when I put it in place, it was still wrong.  There was too much color.  So, I made it black and white...which was too bright.   I fiddled with the brights and darks for about twenty minutes before I was happy with it. 

So there I was, with a really cool scene, but I still didn't know if I wanted to make a caption.  But then I realized -- it already looked like a movie poster.  Why not just go with that?

So I made a movie poster.

I know it's not really up to the same level as some of the classic movie posters, but I'm still pleased with it.  It could have been better (and it actually was -- I had to do the thing twice because of a save error), but I still like it.  You'll probably notice that I put a little 007 in the background and removed her tattoo as well.  I think both changes add to the overall effect.

So what's the story here? 

I like to think that one of Bond's enemies captured and feminized him (via some sort of off-the-wall pseudo-scientific means).  But it could easily be any number of neat little stories.  Use your imagination!

Anyway, that's my little post for now.  I hope you enjoy the attempt at doing something a little different from my normal captions.

Female Domination Caption -- It's all about the sex.

This one is a little different than most of my captions, but I think it's fun.  Hope you all like it.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sissy and Proud Billboard

You all know that I enjoy making advertisements and/or fake billboards.  I think it's because of a combination of reasons, though.

First, I like the message behind most of them.  Be who you are.  Don't let anyone tell you that you're somehow worse simply because you're different.  I know it's sappy, but I think it needs to be said sometimes. 

And second, I like to test my skills.  It's very gratifying to finish one of these, and, when I look at it, I know that it's as good (or sometimes better) than whatever I'm trying to mimic.  Yes, sometimes, I do these just to stroke my own ego.  I'm a prideful person, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.  I think it's healthy to take pride in your work. 

Anyway, I guess that's all just a preamble to the following billboard.

It's funny.  I fully intended to put a watermark on here.  I even thought about just sticking the blog's url at the bottom.  But it just didn't look right.  I guess it looked too cluttered or something. 


I haven't had the time to work on a new installment over the last day or so.  Part of that is because I was working on a new set of captions for my Imagefap profile (which can be found HERE). The other part is that I've been really, really busy with my real work over the past week, and I just haven't been able to find the time to sit down and write this story.

That said, I love this installment.  I'm loving how this character is growing before our eyes.  He's turning into a three-dimensional character, and I never really expected that from this writing experiment.  In fact, I didn't expect it to go on this long, really.  But there's still a ways to go, so I'm excited about it.


I've always wanted to not care whether people love me or hate me.  I see all of these people, just letting criticism slide by like it means nothing.  Or worse yet, there are people who can actually take that criticism and apply it to whatever they're doing so that they get better.  But I'm not one of those people.  I know, rationally, that I shouldn't care about the people who personally attack me (for any number of reasons), but I can't help it.  I do care.  I feel every single insult; I might not show it, but they're always there, eating at me.  And don't get me started on constructive criticism.  That's the worst kind because I know that it's not personal.  But I know that on some levels, it is.  It's my work, it's my life that they're criticizing.  And it hurts.

With my life being what it is, you'd think I would've gotten used to it all.  The sheer number of people who have opinions about me is absolutely staggering.  And even the ones who want to identify with me an be annoying sometimes.  You know the ones -- everyone has a friend or family member who has been through the exact same thing, and they think that it makes them understand you.  It's a load of crap, if you ask me.  How can anyone understand my life if they haven't lived it?  If someone has gone through something similar, yes, they understand; they get it.  And we can talk about it.  But a friend of a friend or a long lost family member?  Please.

I guess I'm a little worked up with this entry, and it's not hard to understand why.  I had this inescapable fame thrust upon me; I wasn't expecting it.  I hadn't planned for it.  I didn't want the entire world to know me.  Seeing me naked or having sex was one thing -- with that, I was playing a character.  But letting them into my life, letting them see the real me, with all of my flaws and personality's so exhausting.  I should be used to it by now; I really should.  But some just gets to me.

So where was I?  Oh yes, the beginning of my new career...

I told you about the concept, but I may have made it sound like just a typical reality program.  It was, and it wasn't.  I mean, most reality programs don't contain hardcore porn, do they?  I still had a job to do; I still had movies to shoot.  And the cameras caught everything.  But to their credit, they didn't focus on those scenes.  They had to acknowledge them, right?  That was the hook -- get them interested in me so they'd pay to watch those movies.   But they wanted to focus on my everyday life.  Sure, there was still a lot of nudity (a particular favorite was watching me shower), but that's not a big deal.  I've gotten comfortable like that.

At first, I was so aware of the camera following me around, but as the days dragged on, I kind of forgot about them at times.  The crew was just part of the landscape as I went about my daily life.

And my daily life was...strange.  My job notwithstanding, I was going through a lot of changes during that first year. 

It was strange, going to the doctor with a camera crew in tow. Never mind that I was going to get my first prescription of anti-androgens and female hormones.  It was one of the few times I truly got nervous during the filming; I knew my condition might keep me from being able to safely take the hormones.  I didn't care that the doctor had said it should be okay -- that was over the phone.  This was a real examination. 

As it turned out, I shouldn't have been worried.  My condition was completely irrelevant.  No, that's not true.  In fact, the doctor said that I should expect better results simply because my body had never gone through a real puberty (I wanted to argue the point, but, well, it wasn't worth it to point out that I had gone through something like puberty in high school).  He detailed the changes I should expect:  softening of my skin, decrease in muscle mass, increase in body fat, a more feminine pattern of that body fat, nipple and breast growth, slower growth of facial and body hair (like that was ever a problem for me), and a decrease in testicular size.

I know all that sounds really clinical, but I guess that's because I watched that episode of the show like a dozen times in that first year.  I practically memorized what the doctor said. I guess it was fear; I mean, I was never much of a man to begin with.  I've talked about it enough.  But this was different.  Taking these hormones would change me into something else.  And I wanted it.  I told myself so every day...but it was still so scary.  I have a hard time explaining it, I guess. 

But the gist was that my body would take on a more womanly shape over the course of the next year or so.  The doctor said that it might take a little less time for the hormones to start to take effect, but the changes would be gradual. 

I remember standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom, pills in hand, staring at my reflection for almost twenty minutes.  It seemed like hours.  I was naked, staring at my body; there was no camera crew.  It was just me, my thoughts, and my body. 

I looked at myself.  In a year's time, a different person would be looking back.  I'm not naive.  I knew, even then, that the changes wouldn't just be physical.  And I'm not talking about male and female thoughts.  I'm talking about my perception of myself and how other people looked at me.  Would I grow more confident as I grew more womanly?  Or would I retreat into a shell?  I did want it.  It made so much sense.  But there were lingering doubts. 

After about twenty minutes, I simply put the pills in my mouth, and swallowed. 

There.  It was done.  It's funny, thinking of it now, but I panicked.  I almost stuck my finger in my throat to gag myself, to get the pills out before they did anything to me.  Almost...

Manipulated Sissy Caption -- The Next Step Up from a Hug

I loved this picture so much when I saw it, and I knew exactly the caption I wanted to attach to it.  The only thing that proved somewhat difficult was fixing the background to look the way I wanted it to.  But I think it turned out to look pretty good.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Sissy Husband Caption -- Therapy

We've all heard of a psychiatrist or marriage therapist using different role reversal exercises to get a couple to experience life in their partner's shoes.  For those of us who enjoy feminization fantasies, that situation is an absolute treasure trove of possibilities.  We imagine that the boyfriend and girlfriend (or husband and wife) switch roles completely and permanently.  Or, like this caption, we might concoct a situation in which the husband discovers his feminine side, and the two find that they have far more in common than initially suspected.  I know this is a short caption, and it's really very simple, but I think it's quite effective.

Over 500,000 Page Views!

I've talked a little bit about how this blog has found success, so I won't go into a lot of detail.  However, I do want to acknowledge that The Feminization Station has surpassed half a million page views.  I just thought it was worth mentioning.  Thanks for visiting!

Saturday, February 18, 2012


This story just took a left turn, I think.  There was no gentle curve.  Just turn and go in a completely new direction.  And I like it. 

It's such a fun idea; there are so many ways this can go now.  I hope you're all sticking with me on it!


Reality -- the word can mean so many different things.  Of course, it seems so non-negotiable, so concrete, but as we all know, it's relative.  It's preception.  And so it is with what we've dubbed "Reality" Television.  So much goes into presenting the story they want us to see; they manipulate us into feeling a certain way, into connecting with certain people, and into identifying the "villain" of the particular presentation. 

And it's really not that hard to see why.  We need conflict.  That's what we find interesting (what does that say about us as a cutlure?  I don't know.), for better or worse.  So why am I rambling on about reality?  Well...because that's the life I've chosen to live.

When I was asked about hormones, when I agreed to take them, I assumed that they'd just put me on them, and then wait for them to work.  Maybe they'd have me get plastic surgery.  I don't know.  But I'd seen porn stars -- I knew good and well what sort of bodies they had.  How different would it be for me, just because I wasn't really a girl?

But I was so, so wrong about my path.  I'm sure most of you have seen it -- at this point, who hasn't at least heard of it?  For those of you haven't, however, I'll explain the concept.

A.V.A. had been searching for close to two years for a suitable candidate for a very, very high-concept reality program.  They needed someone special, though, someone who could carry it.  First, they needed someone who wasn't shy about being naked or having sex on camera (the concept was considered porn after all), so that narrowed down the potentials.  But there are thousands of people who fit that criteria. 

But they wanted someone quite a bit more specific than that -- they wanted a boy.  Moreover, they wanted to follow a boy as he transitioned to being a woman (or a shemale -- they didn't care about that final operation). 

I know.  It's not your typical idea, is it?  I guess you need a little history to understand how they got to that point.

A.V.A. produces a very broad range of pornography; they do just about anything and everything.  But guess what branch is their most successful?  Yeah -- they make nearly half of their money with gay porn.  Now, two guesses what the most successful subset of that is.  Yup.  Shemale porn.   People love it, for some reason.  Maybe it's the novelty of it all; I don't know.  I'm not really attracted to shemales. 

So that's what they're known for -- producing high quality shemale porn. 

It's kind of funny that a porn studio did it first.  You'd think someone else would have decided to blend reality television with sex and nudity.  Sure, it wouldn't be easy to edit (with broadcast restrictions), but you could do it.  Anyway, A.V.A. didn't have to worry about any of that -- we were online, where anything went.

So that's what they told me -- I'd go on the hormones, they'd put me in a house out in L.A., and I'd continue with my burgeoning porn career.  All the while, a camera crew would follow me where I went.  They'd be in my house.  They'd be at my movie shoots.  And everyone would see me as I changed from an effiminate boy into a shemale porn star.

That was the concept.  That was the way it was supposed to happen. 

But as we all know, reality doesn't always cooperate with what we want to happen. 

Feminization Revenge Caption -- The Valedictorian

Friday, February 17, 2012

Forced Feminization Caption -- A Brother's Love

I had the idea for this caption in my head for a while before I finally put it onto a suitable picture, and it actually turned out to be a lot sweeter than I had anticipated.  The picture is really simple, and the only real modification I did was to the background.  Hope you all like it!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Feminization Caption -- I just want to ride!

Normally, I try to limit myself to posting one caption per day.  It has allowed me, over the last month or so, to maintain a steady stream of material for you all (usually a post a day).  So usually, I have quite a few captions in my "To Be Posted" folder, just sitting there.  Normally, I just ignore them until the time is right, but today, I don't know -- I guess I'm just excited. 

The blog is doing very well, and it's growing.  We're averaging over five thousand pageviews a day, and I think that number is going to go up very quickly.  That, and I think I'm doing my best work (to date) right now.  The captions, the layouts, the modifications -- the work right now very good.  Is there room for improvement?  Always.  But I do like to see that I'm growing as an artist, a captioner, and, I think, as a writer (after all these years, that's hard for me to do -- I'm kind of set in my ways).  And you're all responding to it, and that is more gratifying than anything.

So I guess my excitement is justified.  Either way, though, I decided to post an extra caption today. 

This one is kind of a fun one; it was going to be something completely different when I started writing it.  But I ended up kind of veering off the path a bit.  The result is a caption that incorporates a few different sub-genres, and I think it does it well. 

As for the picture itself -- this one took way more work than I care to admit.  I changed so much about this picture -- everything from that little something extra on the model to the background is different than its original state.  And I think that if I didn't tell you all that (or if you didn't put two and two together -- my blog + basically any picture = modification), it would be difficult to tell that I changed anything.  Or maybe that's just my vanity speaking.  I don't know.  I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I'm proud of how the modifications here turned out.

And then there's the layout -- it's about as clean and unobtrusive as I can get it to be while still giving the caption a little form.  I could have thrown some colors in there, but I think that it works very, very nicely. 

I hope you all are as excited about this blog's growth as I am.  And I hope you enjoy this caption as much as I enjoyed creating it.  Cheers!

My Big Break

I didn't get an installment posted yesterday; I was busy with the site redesign (among other things).  This one is a little strange.  It started off as one thing, and then I realized that I had to move the story forward a bit -- I guess it works, but it still feels a bit clumsy.

Either way, here's the next installment.

My Big Break

Sometimes we are the last people in the world to realize who we are.  Everyone around us knows.  Even strangers sometimes have more insight into who we truly are.  But there we are, going through life, thinking for all the world that we know exactly what's going on, when BAM!  Out of nowhere, some life-changing realization blindsides us.  Or maybe I'm strange in that that's how it happened for me.

After that first movie, I couldn't hide from the fact that I wanted to have sex with men.  It seems so obvious now, looking back.  The way Amy and I used to have sex, the dildo -- they all seem to have been pointing me toward men.  But I had managed to hide from it all the while; I had ignored what was right in front of my face.

Was I attracted to men, though?  Sure, I wanted to have sex with them, but did I want to touch them, kiss them, feel their rough embrace?  Yes.  And no.

The realization I came to is that I'm not attracted to gender.  It's weird.  Most people can say, "I like men," or "I like women," but me...I like individual people.  Obviously, sex with me is never going to be like that between a normal man and a normal woman, regardless of which role I'm playing.  I know that I'm the one who should be penetrated.  I know that my penis is practically useless.  But some women like that.  Some men like that too.  And I like a little bit of both.

I guess I'd need to be quite a bit more eloquent to really explain it; people who aren't truly bisexual like me have a hard time understanding it.  I recognize the beauty and sexuality of both sexes, but prefer neither -- to me, it's all about the person wielding that sexuality. 

So there I was, a freshly minted porn star.  I knew that I had put on a good show; I could see it in the faces of the crew.  But I didn't know how good it really was until a month after that first movie (I had done a few more in the interim), I got a call from a man representing a production company called A.V.A. entertainment.  Apparently, they were (and are) the second biggest porn production company in the United States.  And they wanted me.

It's really flattering, you know.  I don't know how to explain it; it's a little surreal, hearing them tell you how great you are...and it's so easy to get caught up in it.

They wanted me, but they wanted a different me.  They had plans, you see, and they wanted to know if I would be on board before they took it any further.

What do you say to someone who asks if you'd ever thought about taking female hormones?  How do you respond to, "The audience wants a shemale like you -- so naturally feminine, so beautiful.  Not a trace of masculinity there...except for that tiny reminder between your legs..."

On the one hand, I wanted to disagree.  I wanted to say that I did have masculinity...I almost did.  But then I remembered watching my first movie -- there was only one man in that video, and it certainly wasn't me. 

I don't even remember what I said.  I just remember that I told the man that I'd consider it.  And I did.  For days.  I researched it on the internet; I even called a doctor.  What would it mean for me?  But even as I read article after article, I knew that none of it really mattered. 

I wanted to be a star; I knew that even then.  I had the bug -- I wanted people to want me.  I wanted to be watched.  I loved it.  And if they wanted me to take hormones to get there, I would.  The only thing that could stop me was is if it would threaten my life.

So I called my doctor, and I asked him point blank if taking female hormones with my condition would harm me.  He talked about increased risks of a few different diseases (like breast cancer), but they wouldn't pose a significantly higher risk in me than in other men.  And so, I called the people at A.V.A. back.

I remember exactly what I said to them.  "I'll do it."

Gender Role Reversal Caption -- Male Model

This is another gender role reversal caption I wrote a week or two ago, but I kind of just forgot about it.  The picture is kind of fun, but I think the real standout with this particular caption is what I did with the background.  Originally,the picture ended just next the model's knee, but I extended it quite a bit.  And I'm really, really happy with how that turned out -- personally, I can't even tell. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Caught Sissy Caption -- It's not mine! Honest!

And to celebrate the blog's new design, I'm going to give you all an extra caption for today! 

This one is really, really simple, but I just love the concept of a clueless father so much.  We've all seen them, right?  Maybe it's the parent who doesn't realize that their son or daughter just isn't very good-looking.  Or it could be that a parent doesn't recognize that their child is bad at sports. It could be anything -- so why not the parent who doesn't realize, regardless of the evidence, that that their son is a full-fledged sissy?

The Redesign is (mostly) finished!

Any of you who have visited in the past couple of hours have probably noticed the site's look bouncing around quite a bit.  I should be done tinkering with it (mostly) for now.  I decided to change the logo from that god-awful thing I had up before (and made in like 5 minutes) to something that I think is a little classier.  I also made the background a little less mundane. However, and maybe I'm the only one who sees this, there is a slightly blue area just at the top that I can't seem to get rid of.  Maybe you other bloggers know how I can fix it (I just want it white).  Either way, it looks a lot better now, I think.

Emo Sissy Caption -- Deal with it!

This caption is kind of unique in that most if the text comes straight from a real person.  Sure, I added a little bit to make it a little more sissy-ish, but the concept came from a conversation I read online a couple of years ago.  I can't remember what the point of it all was (it might have been about the growing trend of boys wearing makeup), but he said that he liked wearing makeup.  Most of his clothes came from the girl's section.  And that he didn't see anything wrong with wanting to look "pretty."  Such is the basis for this caption.  I hope you all like it.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Blog is Changing a Bit

I've been considering changing the layout of the blog lately, but I've been moderately busy.  But I finally got around to getting started on the overhaul today. 

The first thing you'll probably notice is that I've changed the pages up a bit.  They are as follows:

Home -- This is just the page where the most recent posts will be displayed.

Series -- This contains my picture stories that I've made for this blog.

Caption Archive -- This is a place where I'll stick captions so that you all can see them without reading my commentary.

Motivations/Advertisements -- This is where I'll archive my motivational PSA type captions and fake advertisements.

My Favorite Captions -- This page is a new concept for me.  It will contain the fifteen captions I think are my best work to date. 

The Writing Experiment -- This page is where you'll find the writing experiment in its entirety (to date).

Omar Bell Universe Captions -- This is an archive of the captions I've made for the Omar Bell Universe Blog.

Interracial Captions -- This is an archive of generic interracial and reparations captions I made for my Imagefap profile.

A Warrior Reborn (coming soon) -- This is where I'll post a sample of my novel, A Warrior Reborn and information on where to purchase it.

I may create more new pages, and I'm quite certain that I'll change the look of the blog in some way before it's all said and done.  I'm trying to create an easier to navigate site which contains all of my work while giving you at least a taste of my own personal feelings about said work.  I hope you all will bear with me while I figure out how to best do that.  In the meantime, keep visiting, reading, and commenting!

Feminization Caption -- The Things We Do For Our Country

I didn't intend to post this one today; I had another one that has been sitting on my hard drive for like a week now.  But I really, really like how this one turned out.

I think this is one of the better jobs I've done on ever aspect of the caption.  The modification of the photo is absolutely top-notch (for me anyway).  The story is extremely fun.  And the layout came together almost perfectly.  My only complaint is that the text is a little small, and thus, can be hard to read.   But that's a small issue, and you can easily get past it.

Anyway, here it is:

Monday, February 13, 2012


I think this is probably my best work in this writing experiment.  I hope you all like it.


We all think that porn stars lead these wonderful, exotic lives.  The reality is that they're just people like the rest of us.  They have hopes.  They have dreams.  And feelings.  Emotions.  They love.  They hate.  Some days, they get up, and they don't want to go to work.  Others, they really enjoy what they do.  Their job just happens to be having sex on camera.

I guess it doesn't take a lot of introspection to understand the draw.  I mean, we all like sex, right?  But that's not really it.  It's the attention.  It's the knowledge that somewhere, at any given time, someone is getting off while looking at you.  And that's addictive.

For me, I can trace the source of the attraction back pretty much as far as I can remember.  I've talked a little about it before, but I kind of faded into the background while I was growing up.  It was the same everywhere.  At school, I was just the little quiet kid who kept to himself.  At home, I was usually alone (Mom was always working and my father...well, he just wasn't in my life).  Sure, I got attention from Amy, but even with her, I kind of felt like she was somewhere else.  I can admit that now, when I'm far enough removed from the relationship that I can see it clearly.  I guess I was just a substitute. 

So when Mr. Erickson said I was ready, it was very, very scary for me.  It was one thing to put on a little one-on-one show for a stranger with only a webcam for company.  It was quite another to do it with a camera crew around. 

And then there was the fact that I knew what sort of movies we'd be making.  I wasn't stupid.  I knew that wasn't going to be with a woman.  How did I feel about that?  Again -- fear is the first word that comes to mind. 

But there was also excitement.  I won't deny it.  The idea that people wanted to see me, that they thought I was special made me recognize a side of myself that I'd never even knew existed.  

Still, though, as I arrived at the small sound stage, I was so nervous; I remember thinking that I might get sick. 

I concentrated on my few lines.  As with most movies of its ilk, I wouldn't have to say much.  My character was a teenaged boy who gets seduced by an older man.  Simple.  And then there was the sex. 

When I came in, Mr. Erickson greeted me, and asked me to sign a bunch of forms.  They had to get a copy of my driver's license (I guess to prove my age).  Disclaimers and contracts -- there were so many that it took almost thirty minutes to get through them all.

When I was done, they took me to wardrobe.  I remember thinking that what they had me wear was so scandalous.  Those shorts were so short and that was barely there.  The underwear was so tight and skimpy.  And when I looked in the mirror, I saw a boy -- no, not really a boy...something else -- who was just aching for it. 

And then I met my costar.  I don't remember his name; I never saw him again after that day.  But I remember he was reassuring; I guess he knew I was nervous.  Did he know it would be my first time -- on camera or otherwise -- to be with a man?  I don't know.   Anyway, he was an older guy - around forty or so -- but he was rugged, handsome, and muscular.  I remember that he had just a touch of gray in his hair. 

Most people think that the people who work in the porn industry are inherently sleazy.  I know I did.  But they aren't.  The crew were so nice to me; they didn't leer.  They didn't give off that oily vibe.  Kind of like Mr. Erickson.

And then the time came for my debut. 

If I'm honest, I have to say that there wasn't much acting going on.  The character was kind of close to who I was then, so my reactions were almost second nature. 

When he touched me, I instinctively flinched, but he relaxed me by rubbing my shoulders.  When I first touched his hardening penis through his slacks, the shock on my face wasn't acting.  It felt so thick, so solid.  When I unzipped his fly, the anticipation, the nervousness, the excitement -- all real.  When I reached in, and freed it from his underwear, the hesitation wasn't an act. 

When I first set eyes on it, with my dainty hand wrapped around its base, I couldn't help but say, "But it's so big..."  It came out in a hoarse whisper.  I had been prepared for a penis, but that was my first experience with a real cock.

I never expected it, but my instincts actually took over.  I thought that I'd hesitate.  I thought that I'd have to force myself to touch it, to caress it, to lick it.  But that all happened so naturally.  It was like I'd been waiting my entire adult life to finally realize that for all those years with Amy, that I had simply been pretending.  Maybe she was as much a substitute for me as I was for her. 

I licked.  I sucked.  I cradled his balls.  I was so into it that I forgot people were watching. 

I thought that we'd get direction, that someone would say, "Okay, now it's time for the anal sex!" or something.  But they just let it go.  It all happened so organically that it was easy to forget where I was, what was happening.

The set was built to mimic a living room, and my costar was sitting on the couch, while I knelt in front of him, sucking that enormous cock.  I was almost in a daze; I didn't even think about it.  I just stood, climbed atop him, and lowered myself onto him.  I don't know what came over me; I just took over.  It felt so empowering, being in control.  I decided how fast we went.  I was the one in charge.  And I loved every second of it.

He actually came inside of me -- which was a novel sensation -- after only fifteen minutes.  As I felt his cock soften, I sort of came out of my daze.  There wasn't another sound to be heard.  I looked around.  No one was moving.  They all just stared.  I even saw one cameraman whose mouth stood open, gaping like an idiot.

"G-good job," I heard Mr. Erickson stammer.

Looking back, nothing about that first movie was anything resembling professional.  Everything just screamed amateur.  But I was young, then, and so inexperienced.  Some people might say that they took advantage of me. 

I wouldn't trade that experience for the world, though.

A Sissy In Denial -- This Time It's Going to be Different

This is another one where I really wanted to make structure it differently, but the picture just wasn't cooperating with me.  I suppose I could have simply removed the background, but I wanted it to have that "in the moment" feel, you know?  I know the watermark feels a little clumsily added, but I had created this piece way before I decided to start putting one on my work.  You have to plan a spot for it. 

That said, I am really, really proud of this one.  The modification isn't perfect, but the caption itself is so, so fun.  I love the sissy in denial idea, and this one fits the bill perfectly. 

I notice the strangest things.

I was reading Newsweek the other day, and I noticed a graphic which depicted men's rate of acceptance of the idea of being a stay-at-home dad/husband.  The information itself wasn't terribly important (men aren't terribly opposed to the idea anymore), but I did notice something that I thought was quite interesting.

The graphic used little male symbols to show units of measurement (think bars on a bar graph).  But what caught my eye was the fact that they did not use the traditional male symbol, but rather, a more...flaccid version of it. 

Following is a comparison to show you what I'm talking about:

On the left is the traditional male symbol.  On the right is my replication of the symbol they used.  I don't want to be terribly crass, but I'm sure your mind is already there. 

So is this something that's going on right now?  Did the symbol change while I wasn't looking?  Or is it meant to convey that stay-at-home husbands are less manly than their working counterparts? 

I don't know why this grabbed my attention the way it did.  It was a small graphic on the side of the page.  But it did, and I thought I'd bring it up.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

My First Day On the Job

My First Day on the Job

I can't dance.  Whatever it is that enables people to move in rhythm with music -- I just don't have it.  The best I can usually manage is to sway a bit.  And that was something of a problem.

When Mr. Erickson told me that he made adult movies, my mind immediately went to full-on hardcore pornography. Images of wild sex in all sorts of positions blazed a path through my mind. That's what I was prepared for.  What I got was far more tame.

Porn can take a lot of different shapes, apparently.  There's the soft-core stuff you see on the premium cable channels.  Then there's the reality stuff like Girls Gone Wild.  There are even different levels of hardcore porn.  Some actors and actresses will do just about anything you can imagine; others have restrictions.

And then there are the webcam performers.  Maybe it was just me.  I'm sure there are plenty of people have started in different ways, but me...I started on the webcam.  Mr. Erickson said that it was just to cut my teeth, to get used to being naked on camera.  I think it was to gauge whether there would be interest in a person like me.

Either way, he gave me a camera to hook into my computer, and told me how connect to his site.  I'd have to log on for a specified time, and interact with customers.

It was...a little disconcerting my first time.I had no idea what I was doing.  I just sat there in a pair of panties, waiting for someone to connect. 

Most people don't think about it, but trying to be sexy is kind of difficult.  I'd never so much as embraced my femininity, much less tried accentuate it.  And that was a problem, I guess.  I barely had any customers that first time, and the few I had didn't stay for long.  I guess I just wasn't interesting enough for them.

The next day, I got a call from Mr. Erickson.

"You need to do something," he said.  "Get up, dance around.  Maybe play with yourself.  Engage the client."

Which brings me to my initial point -- I can't dance.  So I had very little choice in the matter.  There was only one suggestion that would work for me.

So, armed with my friend Mr. Dildo and a tube of lubricant, I started that night's session with higher hopes.

I can still remember the moment I decided to just take charge, and do what I wanted to do.  It was about halfway through the night, and until then, I had been waiting on someone to suggest something, anything, for me to do.  Sure, a couple wanted me to play with myself, and I did, but by and large, they want you to take the reigns.  And I did.

The customer didn't know what hit him.  I was smooth. I was sexy.  I was a pro.

Or at least that's how I saw myself.  Rather than ask him what he wanted, I asked him he wanted me to play with myself.  I picked up the dildo, and licked it suggestively.  He knew what to ask for, then.  He wanted me to suck it.  I did. 

An aside:  I've never understood what people get out of sucking a fake penis.  I see it in videos all the time, and they certainly seem to enjoy it.  But I've done it, and, I don't just doesn't do it for me, I guess.

Anyway, it wasn't long before I had that dildo buried in my ass. 

I didn't realize it at the time, but the same customer stayed online with me for almost an hour, watching me fuck myself with the dildo.  He must have spent a fortune.

I did the same for three more customers that night, and the next day, Mr. Erickson called me.

"I think you have what it takes," he told me. 

Sure, I was tired.  I was sore. But I felt good. 

New Interacial Sissy Captions on Imagefap

I know some of you are big fans of my other blog, The Omar Bell Universe.  I've talked about why I don't really post there anymore (I basically think that I've gotten to a point in that world where I'd just be retelling the same story over and over again), but I do still love a good interracial sissy caption/story.  I won't go into why I enjoy that particular fetish because, quite frankly, it would take way too long.  Nor would that explanation be completely accurate; I don't know all the reasons I think those types of stories are sexy.  I just know that I like creating the captions.  That said, I decided to make a few generic interracial sissy captions, which I posted on my Imagefap profile.

You can find that gallery HERE .

I think that some of the photo mods on there are really, really good, and I marvel at how far I've come as a Photoshop artist.  What started out as a simple copy and paste strategy has evolved into me actually painting the modifications I want to make.  I look at some of my early modifications, and I almost cringe.  I can see where I was going with them, and they're still fun but in some cases it feels like I just took a crayon and colored a penis onto a pretty woman.  I know it's not nearly as bad as that, but you get the drift.

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm glad that I found this creative outlet a little less than a year ago.  And to think, I'd never even touched Photoshop before March of last year.  I've talked about being a painting major in college (and there are some parallels), but by and large, I've had to learn a completely new medium.  Not bad at all if I do say so myself.

As for this particular blog, I'm very, very pleased with the progress (both in terms of storytelling and fans).  It started back in August, and already over 200 of you follow The Feminization Station.  We're closing in on half a million pageviews, and the comments and ratings of each post are generally positive.  It's been absolutely amazing so far, and I hope it continues to grow!

As always, this site is all about you, the fans.  I enjoy making these captions and writing these stories, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't bother if I didn't think you all were enjoying them.  So thank you for being fans, and I hope you all try to refer others to my work.

Again, take a look at the above gallery.  I think it's some of my best photo modification work, and it's worth looking at for that reason alone.

Thanks again!

Feminization Revenge Caption -- The Gift that Keeps on Giving

I was going to format this one similarly to the other ones I've been making, but I just couldn't get the dimensions right (it was going to be like 3 times taller than it was wide).  So I decided to make a faux birthday card. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Disappointment and Opportunity

This one was a little harder to write than the others, but I got through it.  It was a necessary part of the story, even if it wasn't my favorite to write. 

Disappointment and Opportunity

The whole modeling thing didn't work out exactly as I planned.  Or hoped, I guess, is the right word.  I never heard from Greg again, actually.  I guess it wasn't really a big deal; I mean, I didn't really expect it to pan out.  But it's so easy to get your hopes up, you know?  It was one of the first things in my life that I really, truly wanted for myself.  I'm a little embarrassed about it, but I actually found myself sitting beside the phone a few times.  I just knew they were going to call me any minute, and then it would only be a few small steps before I was living the life of a model. 

I think the draw of the whole model fantasy was the acceptance.  I wanted so badly for people to recognize me for what I was, and to celebrate it.  I got a taste of that when Greg gave me his card, and I wanted to feel that again.  At first, I thought it was just the attention that attracted me, and in part, it was.  But it was more than that.  I craved acceptance. 

That was one of the things I took from that ill-fated modeling sham.  I finally figured out what I wanted most in life.  I liked Amy because she wanted me for who I was.  She didn't really try to change me.  I mean she did, but it was because she knew who I was better than I did.  I can say that now, but back then, I hadn't quite connected the dots, you know?  I was on the verge, but I might as well have been miles away.

The other thing that I got out of the modeling thing was a new job.

It had been months since the photo shoot, and, to be honest, I'd mostly forgotten about it.  Every now and then, I'd think about it, and get a little angry, but most of the time, I just didn't think about it.  I guess that's how people deal with mistakes.  Learn from them, and move on.  But can we ever really escape those mistakes?  I still think about mistakes I made in grade school, and feel embarrassed.  Rationally, I know nobody would ever remember anything that far back, but that's just how my mind works. 

Anyway, I was eating dinner one night when the phone rang.  I won't recount the whole conversation, but the gist of it is this:  a man named Gus Erickson had seen my pictures on some website online, and he wanted to talk to me about maybe jump starting my career.  I knew it was a little cryptic, but when I asked him to explain further, he just asked me to meet him for a cup of coffee.  He said that he'd explain everything.  He also said that I would not be disappointed.

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I agreed to meet him.  Why?  I don't know.  Maybe I still held out hope that I could be a model.  Or maybe I was just lonely. 

Either way, I went to the diner, and sat in a booth.  After a few minutes, I didn't think he was going to show up.  I thought that I had been duped yet again.  And then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

The man I saw wasn't cool.  He wasn't suave.  He was just a normal, middle-aged guy.  I started second-guessing my decision to meet him immediately.

When he sat down, he said, "I know I'm a little late, so I won't keep you in suspense.  I'm Gus Erickson, and I make adult movies."

He was so blunt about it; I didn't know what to say, so I just let him talk.

"I saw your pictures on the internet; we look around at all sorts of sites trying to find new talent.  When I saw you, I was blown away.  You're everything I've been looking for in an actor," he explained.  "I'm sorry.  I'm not really tactful about all of this.  But you're in the business.  You know how it is."

"In the business?" I asked, a little confused.

"The adult film industry.  I mean, it was obviously you in the pictures," he said.

"Wh--I think you've gotten the wrong idea.  Where did you see them?  They weren't supposed to be for anything but --"

"I see.  You got scammed, didn't you?" he asked, real empathy in his voice.


"It happens a lot.  Usually it's young girls, but, well it happens.  I guess I've wasted your time, then.  Thank you for meeting me anyway," he said, rising from the booth.  "Good luck in your future endeavors."

And he started to walk out. 

I was so confused.  My pictures were on the internet?  And Mr. Erickson wanted me to be in a movie?  Me?  What kind of movie?  And then it hit me.  I wanted to hear more.  Listening didn't mean I had to do it, right? 

Was it curiosity?  Or did I really want to do it?  I have to admit, the first thought that flashed through my mind was that it would solve the whole sex problem.  I mean, doing it myself is fun and all, but it's nothing compared to being with someone. 

"Wait!" I said.  He turned, smiling.  He knew he had me.

If I would have known then what I know now...would I have let him go?  Maybe.  Maybe not.

Sissy Caption -- Mafia Prince

This one was a bit of a conundrum.  I love the idea behind it, and on the surface, I think it is really, really well executed.  The figure is extremely well done.  I can get down to the pixels, and it looks perfect.  But there's something just a little off -- a little telltale sign that says, "This is modified."  And I can't put my finger on what it is.

Anyway, I like the idea of an ultra-masculine guy whose son turns out to be a sissy.  I don't know; it just seems fun to me.  Not my best writing effort, but it gets the point across.  All in all, a fun caption that combines a lot of good elements: a feminine sissy, a naive boy, and a realization by a father.  Good stuff.

Gender Role Reversal Future -- Fake Articles

I figured I would go ahead and put all of the Time Articles together on one post for easy viewing. 

Friday, February 10, 2012

Transformation Caption -- Billy the Vampire Slayer

A few of things you'll probably notice:  first, I've added a watermark to the captions.  I know it's not perfect, and it might change at some point.  But I want to drive my page views up a little, and having the site's address on the picture might help steer people here when they inevitably get posted elsewhere.  On that same note, I've read that putting certain keywords into the titles of the posts can help out with search engine results -- hence, the " Transformation Caption " moniker. 

That all said, this caption is a riff on the popular Buffy the Vampire Slayer mythology.  I would categorize myself as a casual fan of the series, and I just thought it would be kind of cool to incorporate that into one of my captions.

Anyway, I hope you all like it.

The Shoot

I've had this scene in my head almost from the beginning.  I just had to get to it.  It actually turned out slightly longer than I anticipated (not that that is a bad thing), but I think we're really getting into the head of this character, finding out what makes him tick.

The Shoot

The nature of being a server is that people like to flirt with you.  Maybe it's a part of human nature that, when someone's nice to you, you develop some sort of attraction to them.  I don't know.  I'm not an expert on it.  It's flattering at first, really.  We all like attention, right?  And I definitely got my share. 

Most of the time, it was men.  Were they gay?  Or did they simply thing I was a girl?  Did they even care one way or the other?  Again, I don't know.  I never let it get too far.  And the women who flirted with me weren't what I'd call...attractive.  It's weird, you know.  The same qualities one might find attractive in a man, when a woman displays them, it's a turn off.  It doesn't make sense.  Good-looking is good-looking, right?  You'd think so, but it just isn't the case.  I just don't like effeminate men or masculine women.  It's just how I'm built, I guess.

I know what you're thinking.  I've made no secret of the fact that I'm no pinnacle of masculinity.  I'm small.  I'm weak.  I'm pretty.  I like pretty things.  So how do I reconcile my own femininity with my preferences?  Quite simply, I don't.  Yeah, I'm a hypocrite.  I'm well aware of that fact.  I'd change if I could.  But I can't.

That does bring up another thought, though.  Have I ever really considered myself a man?  I want to say yes.  I really do.  But I'm compelled to say no.  How could I?  Sure, I had a pseud-puberty back in high school, but I never really developed.  I just got a little taller.  That's it.  So I guess I never really passed from boy to man. 

Was I still a boy, then?  I was twenty-two, so I guess the answer is no.  If I wasn't a man, and I wasn't a boy, what was I?

I couldn't admit it to myself back then, but I was far closer to being a woman than a man, despite what dangled between my legs.  Even so, I was somewhere in between, lost in some gray area.

That brings me to the point of this entry.  Like I said, as a waiter, flirting was a daily part of my life.  So when a customer asked me, "Have you ever thought about modeling?"  I thought it was just him flirting with me.

His name was Greg, and he wasn't just flirting.  "You have the look, you know," he said.  I said something noncomittal, and he replied, "If you want to talk about it, give me a call," he handed me a card.  "You should think about it."

It was a strange feeling.  All of a sudden, it was real.  Did he really think I could be a model?  I'm not sure how I could through the rest of the day.  I felt like bursting. 

To my credit, I waited a whole day before calling him.  We talked for a few minutes, and he offered to put me on his roster of clients.  Oh, he was an agent representing models.  I guess I should have said that. 

I took it, of course.  How could I refuse?  He seemed excited about it all, and set up a small photoshoot for the next day.  Apparently, that was the next step:  getting a portfolio together for potential clients. 

When I arrived at the studio, they sat me down, and started putting makeup on my face.  I didn't know what to do.  Didn't they know I was a boy?  Or did all male models wear makeup? 

And then came the wardrobe.  It was...strange.  I knew the clothes were female, but they knew I was male.  What sort of modeling did they want me to do? 

I actually almost walked out.  What did they think I was?  I held up a pair of lacy panties.  How could I wear them?  More importantly, how could I be photographed in them?

Again, I know what you're thinking.  I wear girl's clothes all the time.  What difference did it make?  Well, it's a big difference between wearing a pair of cotton women's briefs and wearing a lacy thong.  One, I wear because it just happens to be more comfortable for me than men's underwear.  The other is a blatant display of femininity.  It shouts to the world:  I want to feel feminine.  I want to feel sexy. 

So there I was, thinking of leaving when I had a bit of a realization.  Who cares?  I mean, really.  Who in my life would care what I wore at a modeling shoot?  My mother?  Unlikely.  She had long since abandoned the notion of having a masculine son.  I think she thought I was gay anyway.  I had few friends, and none of them close.  No one would care.  I knew it. 

But did I want to do it?  I thought about how it had made me feel, being singled out by Greg, being noticed by men...Yes.  I wanted it.

I slipped the panties up my smooth legs.  I looked in the mirror; my tiny package barely made a bulge.  The makeup on my face wasn't heavy, but you could tell it was there.  It accentuated my eyes, and brought out the shape of my lips.  Before, I was beautiful.  With the makeup, I felt...whatever comes after beautiful. 

After putting on the panties, it was easy.  I just went with it.  I don't know what it was; maybe some sort of wall in my mind had been destroyed.  Or maybe I just got caught up in the excitement.  Who knows?

But the photo shoot went very, very well.  I posed in all sorts of positions, in all sorts of clothes.  It was clear in all of them that I was a boy; we didn't try to pretend I had breasts or anything.  There were even a few of me just in my panties. 

It was such a rush, knowing that I was the center of attention, that every eye -- from the photographer to the makeup girl to the lighting guy -- was on me.  I didn't come down until late that night, hours after the photo shoot was finished.

But even then, when the excitement had faded slightly, I knew that I wanted more.

Thursday, February 9, 2012


I just thought I'd make a quick post that this blog has reached 200 followers!  I'm super excited that so many people enjoy my work.  So thank you all for stopping by each day, and taking a look.  A special thanks goes out to all of you who have offered your comments as well.  It's always fun to see what others think about this particular kink.
I think this is the last fake Time Article I'm going to post.  There are other ideas in my head, but I'm having trouble finding suitable photographs/graphics for them. 

I think this little project actually worked out really, really well.  The layouts were fun to construct, but they weren't nearly as difficult as I had anticipated.  I think I created a reasonable facsimile of a real magazine article with each one, so that was good.

The pictures (at least in the first article) were a little more risque than one would typically see in a real magazine, but I've explained my logic there.  However, it still bugs me slightly.  Either way, they look good.

And then the articles themselves...I know I don't write like a journalist.  My style is far more familiar than what you would typically see in a news or magazine article.  That said, I think that's more of an indictment of the journalistic style prevalent in our country's magazines and newspapers than it is of my style.  I'm not saying that I write as well as them; in terms of factual essays and articles, they're the professionals.  I'm just saying that a little familiarity and a more casual style could make their articles far more approachable.

Anyway, I'm sure you all don't come to this blog to hear me ramble on about writing styles.  So here's the latest (and probably last) fake Time Article:

I love the idea behind this article, but I think it's a little more picture heavy than I'd prefer.  I just didn't have enough text to fill another page.