Friday, October 13, 2017

Gender Role Reversal Caption - Utopia


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  1. Hmm, I could do with a trip there . . .

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  2. I like your captions about gender role reversal world, future or society. ;)

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  3. It would have been perfect for my wife and I

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    1. You can always create a trip like that yourself. Just go somewhere remote, and swap roles for a week. It could be really fun!

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  4. Wish there had been an image of the masculine Kimberly ... not enough of that sort of stuff here

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    1. Part of it is because that's not really the focus of my own (gender role revesal) fetish. Another part is that it's difficult to find appropriate images. And finally, it would require a lot more time to create that sort of modification than I typically spend on the daily captions. However, I do have a caption story planned that features both female and male transformations. I'm not sure when I'll get it done, but it's definitely in the works.

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  5. Nikki, do you read my thoughts and put them to paper, lol? I love the tan line...and can't stop looking between her legs. Yes, I would stay there. I love gender role reversal...maybe I was born too soon and things will be this way in the future. You should see how strong the women are at our gym which features a crossfit section. I can't decide if it is the short shorts or their muscles, but I absolutely melt looking at them. Once a girl spilled her water bottle on the floor. I immediately picked up my towel and cleaned it up for her. I was on my knees as she stepped towards me. With me kneeling and her standing, the power exchange was thrilling. I was looking right at her shorty shorts and thighs. I looked up and it felt "right" like we both knew our roles. Her smile was wonderful and her eyes sparkled as she thanked me and commented what a good job I had done cleaning. I told her she was welcomed and that I enjoy cleaning. She giggled and said I had better watch out or she would take me home to clean her house. Quietly I responded, I would like that very much. We just looked at each other for a minute. I whispered that I would do a good job so that she didn't have to bother with it. She teased that she bet I would make a good wife. By this time I was erect, her muscles, smooth thighs and short shorts, and me looking up at her. I was basking in her dominance of me. She offered to help me up, like I would have expended a lot of energy to do it, or just something a gentleman would do for a lady. I took her hand and it felt as if she picked me up. Between my excitement, the power exchange and trying to keep my legs together to hide my erection, I stumbled and fell into her. She caught me as if I was nothing and my erection bumped her. She asked if I was ok, like I could take care of myself without someone to protect me. During this time, she was looking into my eyes, in my head I was thinking, please see the gurl that I am inside. This took place in a matter of seconds...it felt like forever. My erection was still obvious. I wear the shortest men's running shorts I can find btw. Her friends laughed as they looked at us. She whispered that she thought it was "cute" and she told me that they were just jealous and that they wished they had a housekeeper. She kept giggling and then would look down at my tented shorts and back to me. She whispered that I had nice legs. I groaned and joked that she was making it worse. She laughed and said that women know when boys are excited, your body tells us.

    I just remember being erect...I'm small so it wasn't like she was in awe of a large masculine penis, that what I love about my smallness, it makes me feel so feminine! Her friends were yelling at her to come back and finish their workout. She asked me if I was ok, I said yes. Then she went to her friends and they laughed and looked back at me and my shorts, my small penis letting everyone know that I really didn't measure up as a man. I loved it and just let them look. No one seemed to be offended. Every time after that we saw each other, we she joked with me about me needing to clean her house. She knew I was married and when my wife would be with me at the gym we would talk about normal things. But if it was ever just us two, when my wife was at the pool, she spoke to me as if I were her housewife. We have sinced moved, I took a promotion. But I masterbate to that experience so often. Nothing makes my little gurl penis harder, and my small spurt as I orgasm lets me get in touch with the gurl I am inside, the role reversal that I crave.

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    1. Wowzers, that's a lot of text! Glad you liked the caption! And thanks for sharing!

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