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.

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...

Asian Pussy (CN: Racism)

Gonna put this one below the fold because of the content. 

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.”

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!"

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.

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...

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.

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.

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!"

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!

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.

Changes in the Dark

Image Description: A naked woman sits in the dark, with light-colored hair coming down to her shoulders. Her mouth is open in surprise, and she has a dangling piercing at her navel. She has glowing multicolored rings around her neck, her breasts, and her wrists. Her hands are held in front of her groin.

Caption: Frank woke with a gasp,  blinking his eyes in the darkness.

“Welcome back, Mr. Scott,” said a feminine voice from somewhere unseen.

“Where am I? Who are you?” he noticed the feel of cool air all over his bare skin. “Am I naked?” He tried moving, but his wrists were bound to the chair at his groin. His ankles were tied to the chair legs. He shook at the bonds. “Untie me! Let me go!”

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Scott,” the voice said.

Whatever material his ringlike bonds were made of was strong and tight and warm, something between plastic and steel. He noticed that a ring of the same material was around his neck, two more were attached to his chest. No matter how he moved, none of them would budge.

“It will go easier if you stop struggling, Mr. Scott. Take your punishment like a man.” The voice sounded gleeful.

“What punishment? What did I do?”

“Nothing you’ll ever be able to do again,” the voice said. That’s when the bonds lit up with colors that blazed in the darkness. Reds and yellows and blues chased each other around the rings; an electric tingle danced across Frank’s skin. The rings pulsed simultaneously, and Frank yelped at the
sensation, like his skin was tightening all over. They pulsed again a few moments later, knocking the breath from his lungs, as if his ribcage suddenly squeezed inward.

Each pulse was sharp, sudden, and uncomfortable—his fingers and feet contracting, his cheekbones and jaw rearranging, his pelvis stretching—made all the more unsettling since Frank could only see glimpses his body in the flickering colors. His throat tightened at one pulse, another made it feel like
he’d been pinched hard in the nose. The tingling sensation was growing stronger—or was his skin becoming more sensitive?

Hair tickled his shoulders now, but the rest of his skin felt smooth and soft. One pulse stiffened his nipples, and another made them feel large and swollen. The swelling in his chest continued, and he finally began to realize what was the rings were doing. He opened his mouth to protest, but another pulse shocked his groin hard, turning his protest into a pained moan with a voice that was not his own. He felt his dick pull suddenly away from his bound hands, and he fumbled to find it again, grasping at a cock and balls that felt like what he’d had before puberty. Two more pulses and they were gone, leaving only smoothness and a patch of soft hair. His hands continued exploring what they could reach, and after a few more pulses, found folds and fluids that felt familiar to his fingers, but the other sensations in the region were new and foreign and addictive. The pulses continued, and Frank couldn’t remember why she felt so panicked. Her head felt funny. Where was she? Why was she naked? What were these weird glowing rings?

“Hello?” she called out.

“Hello, Miss Scott.” The voice triggered something deep in her mind, a feeling of pleasure and an overwhelming desire to please. “How do you feel?”

Fiona took a deep breath. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Confused,” she said honestly. “A little sore all over.”

“That will pass soon,” said the voice. “Brace yourself, this next one will sting.”

The last pulse made Fiona squeak, as she felt a sharp pinch in her navel. She could just barely see the glint of metal in the glow from the rings, but felt the little beads tickling the sensitive skin around her belly button. Suddenly, the clouds in her mind cleared. She knew who she was and what she wanted.

She was Fiona Scott. She wanted to please Mistress, and hoped Mistress would find someone big and strong to pleasure her.

“You may stand up now, Miss Scott.”

”Yes, Mistress., Thank you, Mistress,” Fiona stood quickly, and the rings fell to the floor, save the one around her neck. Fiona smiled, and hoped Mistress would let her keep the pretty necklace.

Commentary: One of the longest ones I've ever written, and easily the most involved in terms of the formatting for the text. I'm actually pretty proud of how it turned out, and I absolutely love that photo. It screamed for a caption. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Every Step

Image Description: A woman with shoulder-length brown hair is walking outdoors, looking backward at herself. She is wearing a low-cut white shirt, a necklace, a brown skirt that stretches over her pregnant belly, and red shoes with wedge heels.

Caption: "Every step will change you," the witch promised Derek. "Until you become a better person."

He'd rolled his eyes and walked away from the crazy old broad. Witchcraft? Seriously? What a loon.

Derek didn't feel the changes as he walked home, not until he had to push the strands of long, brown hair out of his face. He looked down to see a wholly unfamiliar body—a woman's body! And an attractive one at that! He jumped backward in shock, and his hair grew another few inches. He suddenly needed to get home, and in the fewest steps possible.

He stretched his legs as far as his new skirt would allow, but the changes continued. He nearly fell over when his ratty old sneakers suddenly became a pair of dark red closed-toe wedges. He took a few tentative steps, and began to think that maybe it wasn't so bad. He'd been pretty miserable—and a real jerk to that old woman—but this might be the kind of change he needed to turn his life around.

Debra smiled as he watched his butt bubble outward over the next few steps. She was becoming quite the hottie! She was a little disappointed when she stopped seeing any more changes to her backside, despite taking several more steps down the road, but she'd be in for a very big, unexpected surprise when she looked forward again!

Commentary: This is one of my favorite pictures I've found for captioning. It took a bit to come up with the right cap, but I like how the story turned out.

Real-Life Dungeon Master: Nat 20

Image Description: A low-angle shot of a naked woman with one pierced nipple and a shaved pussy, holding a bright red 20-sided die between her legs, up against her vulva.

Caption: "D&D nights sure have been different ever since our DM found that real spellbook. He promises he'll turn me back into a guy if I roll a natural 20 with my pussy. I think this week I'm finally gonna do it! It's like they say: forty-fifth time's the charm! Tee-hee!"

TG Book Review: The Freshman Experience by Maxwell Avoi

(Originally posted on Tumblr)

In an attempt to make this Tumblr a little more than just captions, I’m going to post occasional reviews of TF-related stories I’ve read. I finished The Freshman Experience recently, and had to share my thoughts.

I’m a big fan of universes where stuff like magic is integrated into everyday life, and of various schools of witchcraft and wizardry, so that’s what drew me to give this story a shot. Avoi does well with it, following a college freshman at a magic university who falls prey to an upperclassman prank. The prank involves some fun (and seriously sexy) transformations, and the protagonist works with other affected freshmen to try to unravel the spell they’ve fallen under before it’s too late. 

The book is full of good ideas, with interesting uses of magic that create a very dynamic status quo, and a series of ticking time bombs for the protagonist. The relationships between the affected freshmen feel very well-realized, and are not what you normally see in magical gender transformation erotica stories. By giving us a large group of similarly-transformed people, Avoi’s able to explore characters in more depth than a typical Fictionmania “I’ve turned into a girl, this is how it affects my friends/family/significant other” fashion. 

There are a few issues. Avoi’s juggling a lot of characters here, and all the transformed freshmen have both male and female names. As a result, there are several passages where Avoi mixes up two similar names of different characters. It’s a minor thing, but speaks to the value of close editing. There are some mind control/alteration aspects that make for dubious-at-best consent in some of the sex scenes, which squicks me out a bit. Finally, the plot resolves somewhat abruptly (and a bit too tidily), and rests on something that should have occurred to the characters early on. It’s a bit too deus ex machina, and makes the work done by the protagonist & his pals throughout largely a red herring. 

Despite those issues, I really did like The Freshman Experience, and I’d be very interested to see more from this universe. Avoi has a fun style that fits well with my particular interests, and this is my favorite thing I’ve read of his so far. You can get it at Amazon as a solo ebook for $3.99, or in the Fantastic Variations bundle with four other stories for just a dollar more!

Bodyjacking: 911 Call

Image Description: A naked brunette woman with her long hair in a ponytail, wearing a necklace and earrings, talks into a cordless phone, with a distressed look on her face. A long-haired blonde woman sits in the foreground, somewhat out of focus.

Caption: "Hello? Yes, 911? Omigod, I think we got bodyjacked! Like, my BFF bro Brittini and me, we brought these hotties home, and we were totally gonna get laid, but we, like blacked out and woke up in their hot bodies! What did they take? Um, like, they took our boy bodies, doy! Oh, what else? Like, I guess they got our wallets and credit cards, and like, our IDs. They took their clothes, too, so we're super naked! No, I don't think they took any, like, brain stuff. We're totes normal, except our hot bodies. Address? Like, 1425 Ginger Lane, in Rolling Palms! And my name? Oh, duh. It's Kaylee...Kaylee...something? What do you mean my 'boy name'? That's the only name I have! Ugh, just hurry, okay?"

Commentary: New Content Friday! I don't do a ton of bimbo captions, so I hope you enjoy this one!

TG Book Review: Transformed: MtF Body Transformation Punishment by M Wills

I've seen M Wills around a lot when I've been browsing for new TG content on Amazon. Transformed stuck out to me because after growing up in the '90s and reading a ton of Spells 'R' Us stories, I've got a soft spot for people being transformed in a mall setting. Transformed follows five male friends who upset the wizard proprietor of a mall magic shop, and end up transformed into pop-culture-inspired women with a ticking clock and some difficult obstacles on their way back to masculinity.

I generally enjoyed this story. It was a little short, as these one-off Kindle TG stories often are, and in the beginning I had a hard time keeping track of which character was which. They're given fairly broad personalities and we don't spend too much time with them pre-transformation, so I ended up going back to the beginning a few times just to remind myself who was who. As someone who's also writing a story about five transformed guys, I know the struggle.

Of the five transformations, I recognized the sources for three, which were pretty easy to identify. I couldn't place the other two, which might just mean I'm not familiar with the sources, or might indicate that they're a bit less specifically inspired than the others. Aside from one very specific actress reference, it'd be easy to imagine that this story is set in the '90s, since two of the significant reference characters would have been more recognizable then.

The transformations themselves happen a little too quickly for my taste, and it would have been nice to linger a bit more on some aspects of them. There's a character with some extra parts that don't really get enough attention.

There's a ticking clock to the characters' struggle, and a deceptively easy task for them to accomplish to recover their manhood. I won't give away the ending, but I thought the obstacles thrown in their way were generally pretty fun.

Overall, Transformed is a fun little book that'll resonate with you if you like a little bit of pop culture in your transformation stories, but it could have benefited from spending a little more time on most of the story elements. I look forward to checking out more of M Wills' books.

Real-Life Dungeon Master: Rules Lawyer

Image Description: A naked young woman with dark hair in pigtails sits on a couch, spread eagle, reading a Dungeons & Dragons Dungeon Master's Guide, which conceals most of her body.

Caption: "Our DM found a real-life spellbook, and he says that the D&D rules require him to turn the whole party into his personal harem of hot naked chicks if that ever happens. I'm checking to make sure that's true, but I keep getting distracted. Who can focus on reading with all these yummy girls around? Not to mention our sexy Master—I mean DM!"

Commentary: This is the first of a couple in the Real-Life Dungeon Master series, and I'd love to do more. If you know where I can find some appropriate images, send them my way!