I think that, lately, I've been at the top of my game in regards to my photo manipulations. They aren't perfect by any stretch, but there are times when I look at them, and I think to myself, "If I didn't know better, I'd say that this was real." And that's always sort of been my goal with this stuff.
As much as I like writing (I wouldn't do it for a living if I didn't enjoy it), with this blog, I'm far more interested in the photo manipulations than with the stories I create. I just have a lot more fun doing those than writing the stories because, let's be honest - there are only so many ways you can have a man feminized before you have to start recycling situations. If you put me on the spot, I'd say that I definitely wouldn't still be doing this blog if I didn't have the photo manipulations to keep me interested.
Originally, it was the other way around. I did the manipulations to serve a story I had in mind. Now, I write the story to serve the photo. It's a fine line, but it's distinct nonetheless. The result is that I have nearly a hundred pictures modified (not counting the frames I've prepared for the next caption story), framed, and ready to be written.
Anyway, that's my rambling post for today describing a situation that most of you no doubt care very little about. I'm sure most of you are just saying, "MOAR CAPTIONS!" And so, here's today's caption. I hope you enjoy it.