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.

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...

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...

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...

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.

Asian Pussy (CN: Racism)

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

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.

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.

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...

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!

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.

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.

One Mother to Another

Image Description: A mostly-naked, heavily pregnant woman with long black hair leans against a black chair and points at her swollen belly with one red-gloved hand, while she gives the camera a sly look.

Caption: "That's right, Esperelda, I am David. Your daughter, Amanda, suspected me of cheating, so she turned me into a woman. But I'm sure you heard all about it, since you're the head of the coven. Or maybe this was your plan to begin with? I know you've never approved of our marriage. You're probably the one who convinced her that I was unfaithful. It's true, I was keeping a secret from her, but it wasn't a mistress. It was my own magical talent. Where's Amanda? Why, she's right here. the maternal instinct came on so suddenly that I just couldn't help myself. It's okay, though, you'll be with her again very soon. I mean, I can't very well have Amanda growing up as an only child. No, twins are clearly the way to go. But I think this time around, you'll be better off as a boy. See you again in a few months, 'mom'!"

Commentary: This isn't my best work. The "Special Edition" version of this cap would get rid of a lot of that clumsy "as you know, Bob" stuff at the beginning. But I really like the image, and while unbirthing isn't my usual thing, it's fun for these occasional punishment caps.

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.