Thursday, September 19, 2019

Logicked!

So, not too long ago, I posted a logic puzzle called "Sorority Sisters' Service Project" on Fictionmania and TGStorytime. It blew up into a multipart story—something I never intended to do as far as TG fiction goes, but inspiration strikes in odd ways—that I'm still working on. I posted the logic grid on the ol' Tumblr, but never posted it here. So here it is:

But while I've been on my TG Caption break, I wrote up a quick new logic puzzle that almost certainly won't blossom into an unwieldy multipart story. I'll be posting it onto Fictionmania and TGStorytime tonight, and I'll update this post with links as soon as they're available!

Update: It's up on Fictionmania and TGStorytime!


Sunday, September 8, 2019

Taking a short break

Life's been kicking my butt lately, but I've been training for round two. Until then, I'm going to take a little breather and catch my second wind. Won't be more than a couple of weeks, I promise. 


See you soon!

Friday, September 6, 2019

Purity Spell: Bombshells


Image Description: Two women are standing mostly naked in a blue-walled bedroom next to a large white bed. One woman, who has long brown hair, is bent over, with her hands on her thighs, with her large breasts hanging free, and she’s looking at the camera with a smile on her face. The other woman is standing behind the first, with her hands on the first woman’s butt, positioned as though they were having doggy-style sex. The second woman has long blonde hair and very large breasts, and is looking down at her body with an expression of joyous surprise. The brunette is wearing clear plastic heels, and the blonde is wearing white heels.

Caption: “Wow, I can’t believe it worked!!”

“What did I tell you? My parents installed this old purity spell after the first time I brought a guy home. Joke’s on them: I’m super bi!”

“God, my tits are huge!”

“You bet they are. ‘Busty Blonde Bombshell’ is the default setting.”

“Not complaining. Except...it’s not permanent, is it?”

“Hell no! There’s no way my parents could afford that many daughters!”

“So why’d they keep it when you moved out?”

“They don’t know how to turn it off. I can’t imagine what will happen if they ever try to sell the place.”

“Hey, you changed too! I thought purity spells only affected guys.”

“I made some adjustments. My dad uses the same password for everything.”

“But why change yourself? You looked fine!”

“I know, but I’m not going out with boyfriend looking hotter than me! Now get dressed. If tonight goes well, I think you might reconsider making this just a temporary change.”

Commentary: I think the Purity Spell is maybe the best idea I've had.

Monday, September 2, 2019

AF: Totally Over


Image Description: A young woman sits naked on a brown carpet, with her long brown hair touching the tops of her breasts. She has her elbows resting on her knees and her hands on her head, with a distressed expression on her face. Between her legs is a small, hairless cock and balls.

Caption: Ohmigod, what am I gonna do? The only reason I even put on that stupid amulet was to make my boobs bigger! Instead I accidentally touched my brother’s gross underwear, and now I’ve got this—this thing for, like, twelve whole hours! I can’t go out with Kyle Stillman with a—with
one of these! My life is totally, completely over!

Commentary: Normally I leave the watermarks and stuff in images, because I think it's important to credit image sources (I wouldn't want someone to take my name off of my captions, after all). I've partially blacked out the name of the website this comes from, since it's kind of a gross slur. If you'd like to visit the site, I think it's easy enough to figure out what it says there if you try.

Friday, August 30, 2019

Just a Little Glitch



Image Description: A blond woman is sitting on an ornate gold-and-white bed. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, and is wearing a lacy pink-bowed purple bra with matching purple panties and a garter belt, which is connected to her pink stockings. She is pulling down her panties to expose her erect cock and tight balls. 

Caption: “Does this look like the ‘Full Womanhood Experience’ to you, Craig?”

“Lots of women have penises, Ty.”

“Sure, but I didn’t need cutting-edge nanotech to give me a dick. I had a dick already, I want to try having a pussy. It’s half of why I paid for this.”

“Fine, fine, it’s just a glitch. Sometimes the nanites have trouble reconstructing the more complex organs. Any other problems?”

“No, I’m totally happy with the rest. I’m fuckin’ hot, my tits are fantastic, I just need to get rid of this thing. It’s been hard enough to break rocks all morning.”

“That’s typical with this bug. There, reboot signal sent. You’re on your way to a shiny new vagina, though the arousal might last another day or two.”

“Okay, but how long until my pussy is ready?”

“A few hours. Why?”

“Why? I’ve got a date. Did you think I dressed like this for you?”

“You know I can still reprogram those nanites, right? Maybe you’d like to have two dicks.”

Monday, August 26, 2019

Every Problem Has a Solution


Image Description: A brunette woman is standing in a library with her hair pulled up into a bun. She is wearing glasses and nothing else, and is holding a large book open, reading it.

Caption: There was no need to panic. The answer was sure to be in one of these books. Every problem has a solution.

For example, when Shaun’s girlfriend Nicole wanted to indulge her exhibitionist streak, he cast a spell so she no longer needed to wear clothes.

When Nicole got in trouble for being naked, Shaun cast a spell so no one would notice anything strange about her.

When Nicole started feeling insecure about her body, Shaun cast a spell to give her the perfect figure.

When Nicole got upset that he’d made her look like her roommate, Shaun cast a spell to calm her down.

When Nicole calmly asked Shaun to undo the spells, Shaun said he’d have to do some research to learn how, and until then she’d have to live with them.

When Nicole decided that Shaun should be the one living with the unwanted spells, she cast a reversal charm to transfer their effects to him.

Now Shaun wants his body back, and his emotions, and his clothes, and nobody can tell that he has a problem.

But it’s okay, every problem has a solution. And it has to be here someplace. Shaun just has to stay calm. Not that he has much of a choice in the matter.

Friday, August 23, 2019

User Experience


Image Description: A woman stands in a featureless room. She has long strawberry blonde hair that covers her otherwise bare breasts. She has one well-manicured hand on her hip, and the other on her thigh. She is wearing only a silver ring on her left middle finger and a small circular silver shield over her groin, held in place with a thin silver chain.

Caption: “Why did you change my character designs?” Audrey demanded, barging into Felix’s office.
“Marketing thought your female warrior design was unattractive.”
“She’s a barbarian. She isn’t supposed to be attractive, she’s supposed to be a badass.”
“That’s a pretty sexist attitude. Attractive women can be badasses.”
“You made her into a stick-thin sex object in a metal bikini! Her armor is totally impractical! It doesn’t provide actual protection!”
“Sure it does, it has the same stats as the male armor. And the male characters are sexualized too, just look at all their muscles! Besides, we have to make certain aesthetic choices. For realism.”
“It’s a fantasy game!”
“So why does it matter if she has ‘practical’ armor? You’re just not making sense, Audrey. I think you’re too emotionally invested.”
She glared at him, then sighed in frustration and stomped out.

When Felix woke, he brushed long hair out of his face with a willowy, manicured hand. Looking around, it only took him a moment to recognize the surroundings. After all, he’d been looking at them for over a year now. He was in the game! Level 1!

A note had been coded into a nearby wall: “I’ve given it some more thought, and you’re totally right. In fact, I made some more badass aesthetic adjustments that I think you’ll really enjoy! Make it to the end of the game, and we’ll talk about your user experience after.

- Audrey”

Commentary: At one point I had a different idea for this picture, and I might get around to doing it at some point...

Monday, August 19, 2019

Unintentional Trait Swapper


Image Description: A woman with dark hair pulled back into a ponytail is sitting on a beach. She has tanned skin and small breasts, and she is wearing red bikini bottoms and a silver belly button ring. She has a shocked expression on her face and is looking at a woman who has long blond hair, pale skin, and much larger breasts, who is wearing pink bikini bottoms.

Caption: “Hey! Those are my boobs!”

“What? Oh! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“You’re one of those trait swappers, aren’t you? Give them back!”

“I can’t!”

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?”

“I don’t know how to control the ability yet! I see something I want, and—poof!—I have it!”

“Well, poof  them back!”

“I’d have to want those tits! But I don’t want any tits! I was a dude until I checked out a girl with this body! If I could fix it, I would!”

“Wait, so why’d you come to a topless beach?”

“Oh, wow, would you look at the time? Catch you later!”

Friday, August 16, 2019

Just one more slice...


Image Description: A young woman with smoky eyes, dark full lashes, and long black hair lays on her stomach on a couch, looking over a pizza box with several slices of pepperoni pizza in it, biting her lip. She is wearing a light blue tank top and a similarly-colored thong.

Caption: “Ugh, I can’t believe this,” Savina said, hanging up her cell phone. “I’ll be right back. Don’t touch my pizza; last time you ate the whole thing.”

“You can’t stop me,” Al replied, eyeing the hot pepperoni pie.

“I can make you regret it.” Savina waved her hands over the pizza and spoke a few magic words. “See you in fifteen, twerp.”

Al rolled his eyes and grabbed a slice as soon as Savina was out the door. He wolfed it down, and his clothes changed immediately. His t-shirt and jeans morphed into a powder blue tank top and matching thong panties. They rode up uncomfortably, but if Al knew his sister, the spell would have changed his whole wardrobe in the same way.

After the second slice, his black hair cascaded down to his back, and his eyelashes became longer and fuller. He suspected that he was completely made up, and there’d be no removing it with soap or wipes. The third slice swelled his butt and hips, narrowed his shoulders, and melted his body hair,
leaving him smooth and slim and curvy. Slice number four gave him swelling breasts, too big to strap down or hide with baggy shirts, and he could feel his manhood shrink to a comical size. He spread out on the couch, feeling his tiny stiffness pressing into the cushions as he looked into the box.

“Maybe just one more slice,” he said...

Monday, August 12, 2019

Something Borrowed


Image Description: A young woman with long red hair adorned with a brown headband with a silver star sits in a bright red chair. She is wearing a white wedding dress, a silver necklace and braided silver bracelet, and a big silver and jeweled ring. She is looking down, with her skirt hiked up by her right hand, and her left hand is wrapped around her slim, erect cock.

Caption: Christine can't wait to show Massimo the little something she borrowed for their wedding night. Hopefully he's up to try something new...

Friday, August 9, 2019

Deep Bench


Image Description: A woman with shoulder-length blonde hair stands on one side of a volleyball net. She is wearing a black bikini and holding a volleyball, and she has a satisfied expression on her face. Behind her and to her left are three dark-haired women standing casually.

Caption: “Well, you boys sure are quiet. Starting to rethink your comments about girls’ volleyball
skills? Because by my count, you’re 0 for 3, and I’ve got three new recruits for the girls’
team. They’re not exactly starters, but it’s nice to have a deep bench. So, who’s next?”

Commentary: I always love captions about sports and magical wagers like this.

Monday, August 5, 2019

Potty Training


Image Description: Three women are standing in a bedroom, bent over a bed, next to a wastebasket. All three have their pants pulled down slightly to expose their oversized diapers. The two girls on the left have one hand on their diapers, as if in distress. The girl on the left has brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and is wearing a gray sweatshirt, a pink shirt underneath, a blue diaper, dark gray pants, and bright pink socks. The girl in the middle has long blonde hair, a gray hoodie with writing on the back, a purple shirt underneath, a blue diaper, purple capris, and white ankle socks. The girl on the right has dark brown hair and is wearing an off-the-shoulder pink top with a white cami underneath, a white diaper with a green stripe down the middle, and black pants.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens was at her wit’s end. Halfway through the school year, and the Beta Tau Gamma fraternity house next door had to reclassify itself as a sorority thanks to her spells. She’d hoped that would put a stop to the raucous parties, but if anything, they’d only gotten worse! Loud boys coming in and out at all hours, that head-splitting noise they called “music” nowadays, and the filth. Sure, they couldn’t relieve themselves on her prize bluebells anymore, but these—well, you could hardly call them ladies, could you?—would just hike up their skirts (not that they needed to hike them very far, mind you, even in this weather) and squat right there in the yard when the party was on. The snowy yard was still splotched with yellow patches after their last little soirée. So she rolled up her sleeves and hit the spellbooks. She’d raised five lovely children, so she knew a thing or two about discipline. Sometimes if you wanted a child to learn a bit of self-control, you had to take some control away. The sisters next door had a lot of growing up to do, but Mrs. Stevens supposed that if they behaved themselves, she might even put them back in their big girl panties by the time Spring Break rolled around.

Commentary: This is a sequel to Watering the Flowers, and won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens or the fratgirls next door...

Friday, August 2, 2019

Delta Upsilon Incident Report 040905


Image Descripton: A muscular young man wearing only a pair of beach necklaces is standing in a basement bar, surrounded by fully-clothed blonde women. He has an excited look on his face and board shorts tan lines around his shaved groin. The woman to the lower right of the image is wearing a bedsheet toga and a laurel of leaves, and has a mischievous look on her face. The one on the lower left is wearing a red skirt and white tank top, and she is smiling with a red Solo cup in one hand. The one on the upper left is wearing a short pink dress that hangs off one shoulder, tied at the waist with a red cord, and a floral print handbag, and the man has one arm around her. She has a hesitant smile on her face. The one on the right of the man has a similar smile and a similar dress, but with the red and pink reversed. A fifth woman is peeking over the man's shoulder, smiling broadly and wearing a blue-and-white trucker's cap. In the background of the image, a brunette woman with her hair pulled back looks on dispassionately.

Caption: 
Casefile: Delta Upsilon Sorority

Subject: Douglas Walter Preston, Jr. aka “Horndoug”

Capsule: This is the last known photo of Sen. Preston’s son, seen nude in the presence of six apparently young women. Only one has been positively identified: Mildred van Hooke, seen in the back of the shot. According to our intel, van Hooke is the mother figure of Delta Upsilon, and she appears in photographs dating back to 1958, apparently without aging. Otherwise, this image illustrates the prototypical Delta Upsilon ritual, bringing a young man to a secluded location on the promise of a party, stripping him of clothing, and taking a picture. What happens after is unknown, but the young men are never seen again.

Commentary: It's interesting to think about what kinds of investigations might happen in worlds where people get magically gender-transformed.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Side-Effects


Image Description: Two busty women are standing together wearing one-piece swimsuits, looking down at their bodies and glistening with sweat. The one on the left has short, dark brown hair and a see-through pink swimsuit that shows off her nipples and pubic hair. The one on the right has short, dirty blond hair and a see-through white swimsuit that is similarly exposing.

Caption: Gendryl, the gender-swapping drug, is proving to be a near-complete success. The only significant side-effects, demonstrated here by test subjects Randy and Steve, are hyperactive sweat glands, and a tendency for bodily fluids to dissolve most fabrics. While this is a setback and will be corrected in the next revision, test subjects have been surprisingly unfazed by it. According to one subject,  “I planned to spend the test period naked and sweaty anyway.”

Commentary: Here it is, the start of all new content, all the time!

Friday, July 26, 2019

Full Coverage


Image Description: A woman with long, crimped blond hair is bent over in front of a jet of water coming down from above. She is topless, holding the bottom of her magenta swimsuit down around her thighs so that the jet can soak her backside. She has a small Playboy bunny tattoo just above her pubic region.

Caption: After last year's back hair incident, Ralph made sure to get complete coverage when he showered at the NuYou Resort.

Commentary: And here's the last New Content Friday because from here on out, every post is new content! Look forward to two more new caps next week!

Also, any similarities between the NuYou Resort and Bikini Beach are purely coincidental.

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Something Different


Image Description: A very pregnant woman with shoulder-length auburn hair sits cross-legged on a bed, with a quizzical expression on her face. She is wearing a pair of green pajama pants with white spots, and a gray t-shirt that completely exposes her round belly.

Caption: Greg’s wife Anna loved to magically change her appearance challenge him to identify what was different. He’d gotten pretty good, even when she clouded his senses. So this time she tried something a little different.

“Hm,” Greg said, looking at her quizzically, shifting to accommodate his now-huge belly. “I don’t think it’s your hair, and I think your eyes are the same...is it your nose?”

Anna smirked. He’d get there eventually.

Commentary: And here it is, the last post left from the ol' Tumblr. Which means I no longer have a nice little archive to pull from every week. I've banked quite a few captions over the months, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to burn through it too quickly. So starting next week, I’ll be updating twice a week instead of three times, and it’ll probably be Monday and Friday. Bookend your work week with all-new captions!

Monday, July 22, 2019

Fucking Sirens


Image Description: A naked woman with her blond hair in a bun stands on a beach with her arms akimbo, looking down at a dog standing on a large rock. The dog is looking down at the rock.

Caption: “Well, you should feel bad, Keith! You’re the one who pissed off those sirens, and now look at us! You’re a dog, I’m a chick, and we’re stranded on this desert island with no hot guys for miles! I mean no people! Not hot guys, guys aren’t hot, I’m straight! I mean, there’s nobody around, no muscular bodies, with big, hard—shit! Fucking sirens! Fucking Keith! Fucking...fucking...mmm...

Dammit, I’m gonna look for some bananas.”

Commentary: One more to go...

Friday, July 19, 2019

Effective Security


Image Description: A woman with long brown hair and a tattoo on her side is standing naked on a sidewalk next to a large black-and-chrome motorcycle with a flame pattern on it.

Caption: "You been bragging about yer bike's fancy new security system, Ripper," Hog scoffed. "But I touched it and I ain't heard nothin'."

Commentary: Just one more week of old content left to post! It's terrifying!

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Can't Keep Her Hands to Himself


Image Description: A woman with long, wavy brown hair sits on a couch, wearing a man's button-down white shirt with dark pinstripes and a pair of dark thigh-high stockings and black thong panties. She is looking down, holding her head with one hand as she pulls the panties aside to expose her vulva.

Caption: Brent couldn’t believe his eyes—her eyes, Amber’s eyes. He had a hard time believing her hands, too, as he ran them through her hair and hesitantly touched her labia. He felt strangely happy: it had been so long since he’d actually seen her, smelled her, touched her. He thought he’d never see her again, not after his wife—ex-wife—caught them together, not after she put that curse on them.

“You like each other’s bodies so much,” she’d said, weaving light in the air. “Maybe you should share them forever.” The light lashed out, and the adulterous couple disappeared, replaced with a single person.

Now every evening, Brent feels the change beginning. His body becomes slimmer and curvier. He feels his mind slipping away, like he’s under a powerful anesthetic, and for a brief moment he almost feels close to Amber. He knows from her notes and videos that Amber takes over as the changes
finish, with just enough time for her to get to work at the strip club where they met. When the morning alarm goes off the next day, Brent is back in his own body, physically exhausted before a grueling day at the office.

Over the last three weeks, they’ve adapted to living this strange double-life, each disappearing for half the day, each finding barely any time to relax—and no time with each other.

But now he’s waking up in her body, bright and early, wearing her stockings, her panties, her shoes—and his shirt? He’ll have to call in sick, have to write a message for Amber when (if?) she finds herself in his body tonight, have to try to find out what’s happening, what’s changed, how long it’ll last.

But all that will have to wait. Right now, Brent’s realizing that despite everything that’s happened, he still can’t keep his hands off her.

Commentary: This is one of my favorite captions that I've done. I don't usually like to do ones this long, but I feel like this was a really different premise. I'd love to do more with this kind of thing.

Monday, July 15, 2019

Juicy Melons


Image Description: A woman with shoulder-length dark hair lies on a pile of small watermelons in a greenhouse full of melon plants. She is smiling at the camera, and her large breasts are squished by the melons she's lying on. She's wearing a bikini top that's green on one side and red-and-black striped on the other, and it's barely able to contain her breasts.

Caption: Not all genies are mischievous tricksters, slyly twisting words and granting wishes for their own amusement. Some have good intentions and are eager to please. Ken here found just such a genie, and she was clever enough to know when Ken made his wish that the wish's key phrase "juicy melons" had multiple meanings.

So she gave him both kinds, just in case, and Ken couldn't be happier with them!

Commentary: I saw another picture from this same picset done by another caption writer recently. It's a really great set for caps.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Shooting Star


Image Description: A woman with long, disheveled brown hair sits on the carpet in front of a fireplace, holding her head with a tentative expression on her face. She is wearing blue children's pajamas. The top is pulled up over her large breasts, and she's pulling the waistband down on the bottoms.

Caption: It was hard for Tyler to be so much younger than his sister. She got to be a cool college students and he was still in preschool. That's why he wished on that shooting star that he could be a grown-up like his big sister.

It didn't turn out quite like he expected.

Commentary: As of this post, it looks like there are only four more captions to repost from the old Tumblr blog. That amounts to two more weeks of normal content. After that, I'll probably have to change my posting frequency, just so I don't burn through the captions I have and then end up leaving the blog stagnant for a long time. Just a heads up!

Monday, July 8, 2019

A Game of W-H-O-R-E


Image Description: An attractive young woman is on the ground of an outdoor basketball court, with her legs spread open and her arms propping her up into a semi-sitting position. She has her eyes closed, and her long brown hair hangs down almost to the ground. Her red-and-white ringer t-shirt is tight across her braless breasts, and is short enough to leave the bottoms of her breasts exposed. She is also wearing black-and-white boyshorts and sneakers, and a basketball is nearby.

Caption: Arturo thought Carlos said “hey, wanna play a game of HORSE?” It was weird that Carlos called out “W” after Arturo missed a shot, but Carlos was kind of a weird guy anyway. Arturo pulled at his shirt and shorts, wondering if they’d somehow shrunk in the dryer, but they’d been fine until he started the game.

When Arturo missed a second shot, Carlos shouted “H.”

“You forget how to spell?” Arturo asked, then cleared his throat. His voice sounded strange, and he hoped he wasn’t getting sick. He took his time and shot again, certain this time that he’d make it,
but the ball came nowhere near the basket.

Carlos laughed out an “O,” which was humiliating enough, but then Arturo noticed he’d also broken a nail. When did his nails get so long? When’s the last time he’d had them done?

Determined not to lose, he brushed his hair back behind his ear. He’d have to get it trimmed, it was a mess of split ends. He shot again with all his strength, just barely hitting the rim.

“Yeah, yeah, R,” he said to Carlos, rolling his eyes. His voice was still a little husky. Probably just out of breath, he figured.

The next shot went wild when his arm caught his breast. What was he thinking, starting this game without a sports bra? He was sure to be sore tomorrow, and not just because of losing.

Carlos giggled out an “E” as Ariel dropped to the ground, tired but exhilarated. Sure she lost, but she sure got her heart pumping.

Carlos reached to help her up. “Wanna hit the shower?” he smirked.

“How ‘bout a rematch?” Ariel replied. “This time, shirts vs. skins.”

Friday, July 5, 2019

Oblivious


Image Description: A woman with long brown hair up in a messy bun is reading a book on a table in a library. She is wearing glasses, black boyshort underwear with white trim, and a gray button-up midriff top that exposes a lot of cleavage. She's on top of the table on all fours, with her butt raised in the air.

Caption: "I know the reversal spell is in here somewhere," James thought. "I've got to find it before this slut curse starts affecting my mind!"

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Feeling Patriotic


Image Description: A woman with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail wears an American flag-patterned bikini and stands on a dock near a pond. She has her hands on her chest and has an annoyed look on her face.

Caption: The state of politics today had Louis feeling pretty down on the Fourth of July. Thankfully his witchy neighbor Katy had just the spell to get him feeling more patriotic. Or dressing the part, at least.

Commentary: Happy Independence Day to my American fans!

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

No Tip


Image Description: A woman with long dark hair stands at an open door holding a pizza box. She is wearing a tight white tank top and lace-topped pink panties with thin white stripes. She has a tribal tattoo on her lower back, peeking out over the tops of the panties.

Caption: Wanda sighed audibly when she saw the address attached to this pizza. Jeff Andrews never tipped, but he loved to harass the female delivery drivers. She couldn't make him more generous, but with a little magic, Wanda made sure that Jeff couldn't stiff anyone again.

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

TG Book Review: Mall of Change by Lisa Change


I've been aware of Lisa Change for some time now, since she's one of the more prolific authors in the self-published TG fiction scene. But I love a good transformation story set in the (increasingly anachronistic) environs of a shopping mall, so I gave Mall of Change a shot.

The story follows a southern politician named Roy Anderson who might seem somewhat familiar if you pay attention to political news in the United States. He likes to go to the mall to ogle teenage girls, and as we learn in some flashbacks, sometimes do more than ogle, with deadly results. Because Roy's feelings about teenage girls are complicated; he's attracted to them, but there's a strong, deep undercurrent of loathing for women and teen girls in particular.

Which is what makes the story so interesting when he's transformed into one.

I think it's safe to say that the majority of male-to-female gender transformation fiction features protagonists who, often out of some kind of misogyny—whether it's the immature "girls are icky" or the chauvinistic "women are inferior"—are unhappy about becoming women. But in my experience, it's rarely the kind of overt misogyny we get from Roy's internal monologue. He's a thoroughly awful character.

And as a result, it's satisfying to see the changes he goes through as a kind of body horror rather than the usual titillation. It's satisfying for things to happen to him that might break stories that weren't about punishing such terrible behavior.

It's hard to call this story fun, but it is nice to see some supernatural comeuppance to a very real-world kind of creep, and to believe even for a moment in a sense of cosmic justice. It's a short, easy read, and the subject matter means it stays pretty PG-13 in terms of content. It's available on Amazon as a single book, or as part of an anthology called Trapped as a Beautiful Girl. Other works by Lisa Change are also available on Smashwords.

Monday, July 1, 2019

Itty-Bitty Titty Committee


Image Description: A naked woman with dark hair in a bob cut sits cross-legged on a rug in front of a full bookcase. She has a hardcover book open in her lap.

Caption: "Reversal spell? Oh, no, I stopped looking for a reversal spell hours ago. It's time to accept that we're stuck like this for good. No, now I'm looking for a breast enlargement spell. There's no way I'm going to live out the rest of my life with these itty-bitty B-cups."

Friday, June 28, 2019

Puzzle Box


Image Description: A young naked woman with shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair sits on a wooden cube with various shapes and patterns on each of the sides. She looks downward and to the side, with a calm, contemplative expression on her face, and her legs crossed over one face of the cube.

Caption: Hector was a master of puzzles, so naturally he jumped at the chance to examine the latest acquisition of the Antiquities Department, an alchemist’s puzzle box from the 11th century. It was in pristine condition, and Hector was shocked by the sophistication of its interlocking parts. He twisted and pressed different pieces, and was shocked again when a pattern locked into place and glowed. Almost immediately, he felt his sciatica disappear, along with the arthritic aches in his joints. A quick look into his cell phone camera showed that he looked thirty years younger, maybe more! The allure of real magic was too tempting to pass up. He tested other sequences, carefully and dispassionately noting each effect. His race changed a few times, skin darkening and lightening, features altering in various combinations. His age cycled up and down the decades, and at some point he became a very attractive young woman. He played with the cube a little longer, but while his breasts grew and shrank, along with his hair and hips, he couldn’t find the pattern to restore his male form. The longer he remained in this new body with its new desires, the more he wanted to explore himself rather than the box. And so he resolved to do a thorough exploration, just as soon as he figured out how to undo the changes that left him two feet—whoops, make that eight inches—tall. On second thought, maybe his height could wait...

Commentary: I'm back! And I've got another shrinking caption too!

Monday, May 20, 2019

Brief Hiatus

Going on a break for a couple of weeks, but don't worry...absence makes the heart grow fonder. Just ask Mr. Branson here!


Friday, May 17, 2019

Better Fit


Image Description: A woman with long, voluminous brown hair sits in an enormous red-soled black stiletto heel. She's wearing a black vinyl top that shows a lot of cleavage, and strappy leggings that lead all the way down to her own shiny black stiletto heels.

Caption: In hindsight, Alan could have worded his wish better than "I want to fit in women's shoes."

Commentary: I love shrinking! Unfortunately, my Photoshop skills are not nearly up to par for making my own shrinking captions, so I have to rely on extremely serendipitous pictures like this!

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

A Quick Pic


Image Description: A very pregnant woman with long dark hair, a black-and-white striped shirt, and denim overalls, holds up her pink polka-dot cell phone and smiles brightly. She has a grumpy-looking bulldog on a leash and is wearing purple tennis shoes, standing in front of some metal mailboxes.

Caption: "Sandra! Hi! It's been too long! Yeah, should just be another week or two. I'm just ready to be a mom now, you know?

Terry? Oh, he's right here! I've had him on a pretty tight leash ever since I found out he was sleeping with you.

You thought I didn't know? Oh honey, you have a lot to learn, but I'll be happy to teach you. Just let me snap one quick pic—it'll be...what, twenty years before you look like that again?

That's assuming I don't make you a boy; I mean, I already have a girl on the way, and if I'm going to have twins, it might be nice to have some variety. Terry went through a similar change, and he liked it so much that he's going to have a litter of puppies!

Oh, don't look so scared. You'll spend a year on your back, waited on hand and foot. You'll love it, I'm sure.

You know, just before I changed him, Terry said he'd love to see the two of us together. Well, we'll never be closer than this!"

Commentary: I don't think of unbirthing as something I have much interest in, but I've definitely done some captions in that direction. Hmmm...

Monday, May 13, 2019

Frantic Search


Image Description: A young woman with long, somewhat unkempt brown hair stands on a chair next to a large bookcase full of books. She looks over her shoulder toward the open door to the room. She's wearing just a black-and-red striped long-sleeve shirt that doesn't entirely cover her naked butt.

Caption: The spellbook had to be in this shelf; Steve had already checked all the others. Hopefully he could find it and cast the reversal spell before she—wait, was that the door? Oh, shit.

Friday, May 10, 2019

What You Eat


Image Description: A naked young woman with small breasts and long, somewhat unkempt brown hair holds a large watermelon rind and a bunch of grapes. Her mouth is full, and behind her are several people in swimwear.

Caption: "Dude, what's with all the fruit?"

"Well, you remember how that crazy witch hit me with a 'you are what you eat' curse?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And how after going down on Linda, I turned into a copy of her?"

"Obviously."

"I thought eating grapes might bring back my balls, 'cause they're kind of similar, right?"

"And it didn't work."

"Obviously."

"So what about the watermelon?"

"If I'm gonna be stuck as a chick until I eat...you know, that, I might as well have a decent pair of melons. Ooh, I think they're starting to grow!"

Commentary: I like this curse idea. Might have been worth exploring why this dude is naked in public, though.

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Hunting High and Low


Image Description: A naked woman is kneeling on a chair and bending over to look underneath it, so that her upper body is upside-down. Her long black hair hangs on the floor, and her butt, pussy, and feet are facing the camera.

Caption: Casey looked high and low, but his manhood was nowhere to be found.

Commentary: Describing this picture was not easy.

Monday, May 6, 2019

Changing Storms: Storm of the Century


Image Description: A naked couple is standing outside in a meadow in the rain. The woman is petite, with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and she's looking down at the man's erect cock. He's facing away from the camera, and he's tall and thick-built, with buzz-cut hair. He holds a white towel wrapped around the young woman's back.

Caption: "Thanks, Chuck. The National Weather Service has issued a warning for what's being valled the most disruptive changing storm ever, worse even than the St. Louis Centaurnado of 2014. On the map, you can see this squall line that produced mid-20s age changes all across the Pacific Northwest. This morning, that merged with a front coming out of Canada that causes a heightened state of sexual arousal, making people act like animals in heat. The resulting storm is sitting over much of the Midwest, with no sign of letting up anytime soon. We've heard reports of flash flooding and collapsed roofs, but we really won't know the extent of the damage until the effects wear off, which could be more than a week away. People in the storm's path are advised to stay inside, and above all else, stay dry and wait for emergency assistance."

Commentary: A rare caption that isn't gender transformation-based from me. Gonna be hard to figure out what the tags on this one are, honestly. One that I'd probably do a little differently if I did it over again. And if anyone's got a pic I could make a Centaurnado caption out of, send that my way...

Friday, May 3, 2019

Approaching Perfection


Image Description: A naked pregnant woman with short brown hair stands on one leg in a kitchen next to a refrigerator. She has one hand on the top of the fridge, while her other hand holds the heel of the black high-heeled shoe she's wearing.

Caption: Barry seemed nice when Sheila first met him, but once they got married, he suddenly had these "traditional" ideas. "A woman's place is in the kitchen," he would often say proudly. "Why do you need so many shoes? The perfect woman should be barefoot and pregnant."

Sheila could complain, but she supposed that when you married young, there would always be those little surprises. For instance, she never told him she was a witch. Now Barry's working on being more perfect himself. So far she's got the kitchen covered, and she's a pro at the bare and pregnant parts.

She's even starting to understand the allure of shoes!

Commentary: New content Friday! Hope you enjoy it!

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

The Wand of Desire


Image Description: A young woman with long brown hair sits up against a wall, pushing a blue crystalline object into her shaved pussy. She is wearing a turquoise tube top that is pushed down below her naked breasts, and a striped knee-sock in various shades of turquoise. She has one hand curled between her breasts, and her eyes are closed in an expression of pleasure.

Caption: Kevin found the wand at an archaeological dig site with his graduate program. It was half sticking out of the dirt, made of a shiny blue crystal that looked at once both new and ancient. He knew he should have turned it in, but he liked the way it looked, the way it felt in his hands. He hid it until they’d returned to the States, looking at it only once before going back to his apartment.

The find gave him a newfound energy and confidence. He dressed in brighter colors (mostly shades of blue). Kevin was friendlier, more outgoing, and horny. He found himself masturbating three or four times a day, always holding the wand, sometimes using it to stroke the shaft of his cock, loving its little tingles of pleasure.

You might think his grades would suffer, but they improved dramatically. Kevin felt like he understood these ancient cultures intimately. He spent more and more time in the archives, poring over maps of the dig site and cataloguing the artifacts. He was looking for something, but didn’t know what it was.

As time passed, he let his hair grow out and stopped shaving (not that anyone would notice). His muscle mass dwindled and he put on weight in his chest and hips. He noticed that his cock no longer filled his hand, but he put off seeing a doctor. Between classes and the archives and his still-increasing libido, he just didn’t have the time.

He barely noticed when the professors and other students started calling him Kendra. It felt natural. He did notice the strange looks he got when using the men’s restrooms, so he started using the women’s. It was nicer anyway, and it’s not like he could use a urinal anymore. Occasionally he’d think it strange how small his dick was, how his semen had become so thin and clear. But it was so much more sensitive now, and he didn’t want that to go away.

His scrotum had become little more than a flap of extra skin behind his shrunken dick. He didn’t pay it any notice (in fact, he kind of liked how smooth everything looked without it) until one day the wand brushed against it, and Kevin gasped at the sensation. He probed it with his fingers, noticing for the first time that it folded inward, and that it demanded to be filled.

Something clicked in her mind. She pushed the wand inside, tensing as it filled her. She brought herself to orgasm once, twice, then lost count. Kevin was carried away by waves of intense pleasure, and only Kendra remained.

When it was over, Kendra stood, shakily, seized again with the need to go searching through the archives again. But now she felt another desire, like her massive libido had become laser-focused. And unlike her long nights wandering among maps and pottery, she knew exactly what she wanted.

Monday, April 29, 2019

Setback


Image Description: A heavily pregnant woman with long blonde hair stands with a large barbell over her shoulders. She is wearing a pink-and-gray sports bra and black exercise shorts with pink piping, and she's looking at the camera.

Caption: Geoff Shaw stood on the stage at the World's Strongest Man competition, ready to accept the award he'd worked toward his entire life. A moment later, he was sitting on a toilet, looking down at a positive pregnancy test and a very different body. On the news, they called it the Great Shift, but Geoff just called it a setback. Seven months later, Geoff certainly wasn't in world-class shape, but it was a start.

He made it to the stage once before, and she'd do it again.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Sensitivity


Image Description: A woman leans against an old stove, clutching a pair of lacy red panties, with a lusty expression on her face. She has short brown hair and is naked except for her shiny black high heels. The camera looks up at her from the floor.

Caption: “Oh, God, sorry for knocking you over like that. I was just so...excited that you’re home.

“No, there haven’t been any...changes. I tried on as much as I could, but my skin’s just so sensitive now. Even stuff that should be really soft feels like...hot sandpaper. I just tried these panties, but it’s even worse when it touches my...you know. And that’s when you came in.

“Shoes? Oh, right, these, Well you saw how my feet were earlier, how they won’t go flat. These took some of the weight off my toes, and they actually don’t hurt to wear. I forgot I had them on, actually. Best shoes I’ve ever worn. They make me feel really...really good.”

“What? Sorry, I zoned out there. Did you learn anything at the lab?

“Oh. Well, I’m sure you’ll come up with something tomorrow. I...I think I can handle one more day.”

“Other effects? Well...I don’t know if it’s just the sensitivity or what, but...I’m feeling really...really horny. It’s so embarrassing to say, but I’ve...well, I’ve masturbated like twenty times since you left earlier. Twentyish, I guess...it’s easy to lose count as a girl. Like, do I go by the number of orgasms? It was so much easier to keep track as a guy. Just rub that hard, thick cock over and over on the head and shaft and cradle the balls just right until it spurts hot, delicious cum onto my tits and face, and...oh, oh God, I can’t believe...

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been thinking about dick so much today. At first I thought I just missed being a guy, but it’s not. It’s...I want cock. Need it. And I just thought, as long as I’m...like this, and you’re here, maybe you could let me use yours? Just...let me keep the shoes on, okay?”

Commentary: Hope you like having a more explicitly erotic one now and then.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Changing Storms: Dad Jokes


Image Description: A naked woman with long blonde hair leans over an outdoor grill in a fenced-in yard, with one hand grabbing her own butt.

Caption: The changing storm passed over pretty quickly while most of use were inside. Unfortunately, Dad was out setting up the grill.

"Looks like I'm out of kielbasa," he said with a smile. "But I've got plenty of buns!"

I guess the rain didn't dampen his spirits.

Monday, April 22, 2019

No More Man-Boobs


Image Description: A naked woman with long blonde hair leans back in a sauna, holding her large breasts as she tilts her head backwards.

Caption: I've always been unhappy with my weight, so I finally joined a gym. I even hired a trainer.

"Use the sauna," she said. "It'll make the pounds melt right off. It's like magic."

She was right, of course, and I can't say that it didn't work. It's just that I joined specifically to get rid of my man-boobs, and this wasn't quite what I had in mind.

Friday, April 19, 2019

Master PC: Found Out


Image Description: A slim woman with wavy, shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair steps out of a nice car, dressed only in a necklace, thigh-high black stockings and velvety black high-heeled shoes. She has smoky eye makeup, green fingernails, and pierced nipples.

Caption: “Shit shit shit!” Gavin shouted in a voice that was becoming uncomfortably familiar. The cracking in his normal baritone was the first sign that something had gone horribly wrong. When he noticed the bright green finish on his nails, he made a hasty exit from the fundraiser and ran to his car, faceplanting halfway across the lot.

If there were any doubt left in his mind about what was happening, it vanished when he saw that his Italian leather shoes had become a pair of velvety black five-inch heels. The very same kind of heels that his wife had been wearing for the past month. She must have found the Master PC program, must have realized all the little changes he’d been making to her, and now she was getting her revenge. He scrambled to his feet and climbed into the car.

He couldn’t drive too quickly, not with the way his heels kept slipping off the pedal. He could taste fresh gloss on his lips, and could only imagine how ridiculous he looked. As if on cue, that’s when his clothes started disappearing. His tuxedo vanished, piece by piece, until he was left in just a bowtie and his socks—and the heels, of course. He prayed he wouldn’t get pulled over like this.

So far all the changes were cosmetic. Even as his socks crept up his legs into a pair of black stockings, even as his bowtie turned into a gaudy necklace, Gavin knew he could handle the minor alterations.

His heart sank when he had to pull over and adjust his seat, having suddenly become too short to see over the dash. His muscles shrank like deflated balloons, leaving him thinner than he could remember being since childhood. He drove faster, trying to ignore the places where his body was now starting to grow. His naked ass squealed against the leather seat as it expanded, and his budding breasts bounced uncomfortably with every bump in the road.

He nearly swerved into a tree when the two cold metal studs pierced his nipples.

As he pulled into the drive, Gavin felt the last bit of his manhood shrinking away. He opened the car door, hoping he could talk some sense into her.

And hoping that she hadn’t found the Save Changes button.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Cursed Locker


Image Description: A naked woman with long brown hair looks down at her large breasts as she's standing halfway in a locker.

Caption: "Ugh, frickin' Randy! First he takes my towel, then he shoves me in this locker, and now it looks like I've turned into a hot girl! Argh! I swear I'm gonna fuck that guy so hard! And then I'll shove him into this locker and see how she likes it!"

Monday, April 15, 2019

Pregnancy Wave: Sold Out


Image Description: Four pregnant women stand in a tight group. All four wear sunglasses and have long, dark hair, and three of them in ponytails. The one on the left is wearing a pink bra top and pink-and-turquoise leggings, the next wears a black sports bra and gray spandex shorts, the third has a black-and-white patterned sports bra and a pair of dark gray short shorts, and the fourth has a gray sports bra and gray shorts.

Caption: The Pregnancy Wave hit hard, transforming 80% of the population in affected areas into women at various stages of pregnancy. Simon and his pals here slept through the wave after a night of heavy drinking, so they were late to discover its first unexpected consequence: sold-out maternity clothing departments.

Needless to say, it was the last time any of them would be drinking—or sleeping through the night—for a while.

Commentary: The Pregnancy Wave is a bit of an homage to some things that Mindi Flyth has done. Hopefully I'll get to come back to it at some point!

Friday, April 12, 2019

Changing Storms: Recaptured Youth


Image Description: A naked couple kisses in the rain in the middle of a street under an umbrella. The man, on the left, has tattoos across his back and calves, and the woman has tan lines. They are facing away from the camera.

Caption: Gertrude and Roscoe had been married fifty years. Even though their wild youth was long past, they thanked the heavens for every new day. They also thanked the heavens for today's changing storm, and the opportunity it gave them to relive some of the more adventurous times of their life together.

Commentary: It's nice to have a sweet one now and then.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Caught the Glow


Image Description: A woman with long brown hair looks lustily at the camera, holding her naked breasts with one hand, while another is touching her thigh. A bright white light is shining from between her legs.

Caption: "Oh god, Greg, you were right. I...uhhhn...shouldn't have gone home with that girl last night. Ohhh...But she was so hot, mmmm, and so ready to go. Now I feel weird, so hot, so...so empty. God, ahh! I need you. I need you to fill me up, Greg, please!

Monday, April 8, 2019

40-Lust


Image Description: A young woman with short blonde hair is playing tennis on a clay court, wearing only a pair of tennis shoes. She's holding a racket and looking over the net toward the camera.

Caption: I challenged Trevor to a tennis match, with just a little wager on the table. Loser has to be the winner’s sexy nympho girlfriend for a month. Easy, right? I mean, Trevor’s failing Transformation Magic 101. But I guess he spends his study time on the tennis court instead, and now I’m losing 40-lust.

I mean love!

Like how much I love Trevor and his big, meaty—oh shoot, there goes another. Whoopsie!

I guess that’s game, sex, and match!

Commentary: I love the "transformation by wager" trope.

Friday, April 5, 2019

The Signal


Image Description: A naked brunette woman stands in a dark room, in front of a circular fan. She is shining a bright white light into the camera from her hand, as her other hand is held under her large breasts.

Caption: That’s right, stare into the light. Can you feel it? The light enters your eye, focused by your lens onto your retina, where it’s converted into signals for your brain to interpret. And for the nanites swarming your system, which interpret it as an activation signal. Can you feel them swimming around your brain, rearranging key synapses, triggering neurotransmitter and hormone production? I can tell that you’re feeling something. Warmth, right? Tingling throughout your body? A strange sense of serenity or floating? That’s to be expected. It’s how the nanites prepare you for stage two. I know what you’ve heard about us, but we really don’t want you to feel any discomfort. We want to make you the best you can be.

You might feel some itching; it’s a side-effect of the folicular manipulation. The paralytics in your system won’t let you scratch it, but that’s for the best. Your skin’s already much more sensitive and delicate, you wouldn’t want to damage it. Look on the bright side: you’ll never have to worry about shaving again—anywhere. It’s one of the perks.

It’s kind of funny: of all the changes your body’s going through, the only one you really feel is the hair. You probably haven’t noticed the nanites reconstructing your bones. You’ll have some trouble reaching the top shelf now, but they needed that extra mass for your hips and that perfect little heart-shaped derrière. You’ve got such a nice hourglass figure already. I’m actually a little jealous.

Oh, I almost forgot, those wide hips mean you’re already into stage three, secondary sex characteristics. You might feel flushed, maybe some shortness of breath as the hormones do their thing. Don’t be embarrassed if you experience some sexual arousal during this stage. We’re compressing years of puberty into a few short minutes, so it’s bound to happen. Why, watching your little buds grow into such proud breasts is even turning me on a little. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to feel them later.

Breathing heavy? That means stage four is starting. The nanites have assembled in your abdomen, and they’re stimulating tissue growth for your new internal organs. You can probably feel that rush of blood to your genitals, as the nanites do their most intricate work. They’re repurposing that external tissue, compressing and multiplying those nerve endings. It’s numb now, but when they’re done you’ll be in the top percentile of human erogenous sensitivity, another little perk for our patients.

When I turn off the light, the nanites will go dormant. You’ll shed them in the next few weeks, and—well, we’ll cover that in orientation tomorrow. For the rest of tonight, I think I’ll leave you alone to get in touch with your new feelings.

Commentary: I haven't done a word count, but I think this is my longest one to date. It's also one of the few where I put the reader in the transformee's shoes. Hope you enjoyed it, and let me know if the nanites got their signal.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

More Wishes


Image Description: A woman with long, dark brown hair stands in a room full of clay vases and jars, stacked up high, leaning on one stack and holding a clay jar in one hand. She is topless, with a white pendant necklace and a beige wrap skirt around her bottom half.

Caption: In hindsight, it was a classic blunder.

We all know the story: magic urn, genie, three wishes. So of course I wished for a beautiful woman who’d never leave, and of course the genie changed me.

But I wasn’t about to waste wishes trying to get back to normal, not when the genie was so clear about wishing for more wishes.

So my second wish was for knowledge and intellect, enough to outsmart even the cleverest genie.

That made my last wish simple. Maybe I couldn’t wish for more wishes, but I could wish for more magic urns.

Now, where to begin?