Well, at least he wore something modest to the party, right?
Frat Party Gone Wrong
It's time for what is perhaps my most requested sequel since I started making TG caps!
Tutoring to Twinning
Another collab with Courtney Captisa, although this one was just a request with the general plot/image provided by her.
Never Seen Again
This is probably my favorite picture that I've ever capped, there's just something perfect about it. Also it's my first "historical" caption I think, since Foul Magicks was sort of a vague medieval/fantasy world so I don't count it as "historical".
Fem Dem with Mom
Courtney Captisa and I decided to take the picture and same plot and do our own versions of it. I took mine in a slightly different direction, but I think it stayed true to the premise.
Visitor's Weekend
I saw an image from this set used by another caption artist and I knew I had to figure out who the model was. Then the story just wrote itself.
Justified Manipulation
The last few days have been fairly spartan in terms of text so today's cap is practically a novel to make up for it!
Laugh It Up
Courtney Captisa (of Courtney's Clean Caps) put out a challenge to other TG captioners to do one sentence-long caps and given that brevity is not usually my forte, I thought I'd try it out!
Lesbian Lover Fantasy Gone Wrong (Amanda Hawkins Tribute)
Another tribute caption, this time to Amanda Hawkins whose style I can only dream of doing justice, but this poor imitation will have to do.
Beta Tester
Ah, video games, the technology may improve, but female characters are still doomed to wear skimpy outfits!
Panty Raid Gone Wrong
I don't think panty raids actually still happen anymore, but I still thought it'd be a fun concept.
The Family Portrait
This was inspired by remembering an old TG cap that a user called
Tomari1 made, that's unfortunately been deleted from DA, but I always
liked the premise, so I borrowed it for this one.
The Prom Bet
Another one inspired by an old interactive story that I never finished: www.writing.com/main/interacti…
The '50s Experience - Mechanical Miss-haps (Emily's TG Caps Tribute)
Another tribute caption, this one in the style (and creating my own take on a sequel to one of) Emily's TG Captions: emilystg.blogspot.com/
For context/backstory on the series: emilystg.blogspot.com/2018/01/…
Star Player
This pic was just ripe for the capping. And the set had enough
photos to justify a multi-panel cap!
I know this is a pretty predictable ending for my stuff, but there
was just something about the conspiratorial look in this picture that
made me really want to use this direction.
A Mixed-Up Delivery
Despite their recent wedding, many things
stayed roughly the same for the happy couple. They worked the same 9-5
jobs, they still spent their weekends letting “Carly” out to play, and
most importantly, they still lived in the same apartment building. The
biggest benefit to Carl’s time as “Carly” was that, since he was living
with Felicia, no one batted an eye to see Carl walk into the laundry
room with a basket filled primarily with women’s clothing, never
suspecting that the clothes didn’t belong to Felicia.
Carl tended
to get very focused on the laundry, especially considering that most of
the more delicate and wrinkle-prone items were his own, so he hadn’t
noticed that another tenant, a young woman, had entered the laundry room
and had begun to fill up one of the empty washing machines. In fact, he
didn’t notice her presence until she slammed down her hand on top of
the machine.
“Oh, shoot!” she exclaimed.
Carl jumped and
looked up to see a raven-haired young woman, probably the same age as
Felicia, on the other side of the laundry room frantically checking
around the tops of the other machines. Carl didn’t recognize her, but
then again, he probably wouldn’t recognize a good chunk of the tenants
who live on the other floors.
“Need help?” Carl asked, putting down the shirt he was folding.
The young woman looked over at Carl and then down to her open hand, which held a pile of quarters.
“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra quarter on you, would you?” she asked.
“I
might…” Carl dug his hands into his pockets, searching until he came
across a single quarter, pulling it out of his pocket. “Aha! I’ve got
just enough!”
“Thank you so much!” the young woman ran over to Carl and he handed her the quarter.
Carl
noticed her gaze lingering on his well-kept nails, but didn’t think
much of it. He kept them short enough that nobody could possibly know
from just a glance.
“You’re a lifesaver. I thought I had enough
for the machine, and I’ve gotta run some errands, so I really didn’t
feel like heading all the way back up to the 8th floor before I left.”
the woman explained.
“No problem, it’s always nice to be neighborly.” Carl said. “I’m Carl by the way.”
“Carly.” the woman responded.
Carl’s
heart dropped and he felt his mouth go dry. How could she possibly
know? Could he play it off? How would that even work? Carl’s mind was
abuzz with the possibilities.
“Huh?” Carl asked.
“That’s my name, Carly. I’m up in 8C.” the young woman, Carly, smiled.
“Oh… That’s funny, Carl, Carly.” Carl’s face flushed as he realized who the young woman was.
His
mind flashed back to Valentine’s Day and the incredible coincidence
that had occurred, the tenant in 8C having a nearly identical name to
his and the utter incompetence of those stylists, which had led him and
Felicia down their current path. Technically, given how much it had
strengthened their relationship, Carl and Felicia owed both the tenants
of 8C and those stylists a great debt, but that was with the benefit of
hindsight. Carl had long wondered what he would do if he was face to
face with the fabled Carly of 8C, and now that he was, he was paralyzed.
Carl must have zoned out, because he was suddenly snapped back to
reality when Carly spoke again.
“Anyway, thanks for the quarter. What’s your apartment? I’d really like to pay you back.” Carly said.
“It’s just a quarter, I wasn’t even going to use it this week anyway.” Carl said.
“Still,” Carly insisted. “I’m weird about debts, I always have to pay them back.”
“I’m in 3C.” Carl said. “Though I wouldn’t call twenty-five cents a debt.”
“Oh, that’s funny, we’ve got a similar name and even our apartment numbers are similar.” Carly giggled.
“Just don’t tell me that your husband’s name is Felix.” Carl muttered.
“Oh,
I’m not married, but don’t worry, my boyfriend’s name is Jonathan. That
would really be spooky.” Carly smiled. “Thanks again, see you around, I
guess.”
“Right, see you around…” Carl trailed off as he returned to his folding, entirely emotionally exhausted by the encounter.
Back
up at the apartment, Carl regaled Felicia of his encounter, which ended
with Felicia cracking up so much, she nearly fell off the couch.
“It’s not funny!” Carl insisted.
“It
kinda is, babe.” Felicia put her hand on Carl’s shoulder. “But I can’t
even imagine how it must have felt to hear ‘Carly’ out in the open like
that.”
“It felt scary.” Carl admitted.
“To have been a fly on the wall for that, just to see your face!” Felicia said, cackling once more.
The
following Saturday, Carl, fully made up as Carly with painted nails, a
shaved body and his hair slightly curled, emerged from the bathroom
wearing the red sundress that he’d worn during Felicia’s birthday trip,
and again on their more recent honeymoon following their actual wedding.
They didn’t typically go out during their weekends, but Carl had found
over time that it was very fun to just dress up for a quiet evening in.
He’d expected to find Felicia sitting on the bed, but he didn’t expect
to find her talking on her cell phone.
“Uh huh…” Felicia nodded,
rolling her eyes as she listened to the person on the other end of the
call she was in. “And there’s no one else who can come in to handle
that? What about Roger?”
“What’s up?” Carl mouthed.
Felicia put a finger up, asking Carl to wait.
“Of course he is…” Felicia grumbled. “All right, but you owe me!”
Felicia angrily hung up her phone and sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Carl asked.
“Work
emergency. Apparently I’m the only one who can fix it, so I have to go
into the office for a bit.” Felicia replied, quickly changing out of her
casual, lounge around the house outfit, and into something more
appropriate for work.
“Guess I should have waited to bring Carly out then…” Carl remarked.
“Nah,
because this way, I’ll be encouraged to get all this over with quickly
because I know exactly what’s waiting for me at home.” Felicia gave Carl
a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Have fun!” Carl joked as Felicia grabbed her purse and headed out of the bedroom.
Carl glanced at himself in the mirror and chuckled.
“Well Carly, it’s just you and me.” Carl said.
After
several minutes of boredom gave way to Carl deciding to surf the web on
his laptop and check some work files, there was a knock on the door
that made Carl naturally apprehensive. After all, the last time he
answered an unsolicited knock on the door, he ended up getting the
makeover that first introduced him to “Carly”, and while he hadn’t
regretted the results, the initial situation wasn’t something he was
eager to repeat, especially with the recent encounter with the real
Carly still fresh in his mind.
After a moment of careful
contemplation, Carl got up and headed towards the door, looking out the
peephole. After not seeing anything, or anyone, out there, Carl unlocked
the door and poked his head outside.
“Huh… nobody there.” Carl said. “Maybe it was a prank…”
Carl glanced down and saw a large package leaning against the wall next to the door.
“Odd,
I didn’t order anything and neither did Felicia, as far as I know…”
Carl stepped out of the apartment and picked up the package.
Carl
read the label, looking at the name carefully. The package was
addressed to “Carly Warren”, which before even looking at the address,
Carl knew which apartment the box was meant to be at.
“Guess I’ll have to send Felicia up with it later…” Carl sighed, as he stepped further out to better his grip on the package.
Unfortunately,
Carl stepped out a bit too far, and he heard the door swing shut. Carl
quickly rushed towards the doorknob, but discovered what he’d already
feared was the case.
“Locked…” Carl muttered. “Of course…”
Carl
glanced down the hallway, and then down at himself. Seeing as the
sundress didn’t have pockets, Carl didn’t have his keys or his phone,
and even lacked a pair of shoes, leaving his painted toes sinking in the
hall carpeting.
“I guess I really don’t have an excuse not to bring this up myself…” Carl sighed. “I just hope Felicia gets home quickly…”
Thankfully,
Carl didn’t have to share the elevator with any of the other tenants on
the way up to the eighth floor, and soon found himself standing in
front of 8C. Carl took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping
that perhaps Carly’s boyfriend would answer, saving Carl from having to
once again stand face to face with Carly.
There was no such luck,
as Carl heard Carly shout something, presumably a variation of “I’ll be
right there!” that was muffled by the door, before quickly opening the
door.
“...Hello?” Carly asked, looking Carl up and down.
Carl inwardly cheered, since the confused expression meant she didn’t recognize him.
“Um, this package was delivered to the wrong apartment. I think it belongs to you?” Carl held out the package to Carly.
Carly took the package and examined the label, smiling when she spotted the return address.
“Thanks so much!” Carly exclaimed. “Those mail carriers are getting sloppy, eh?”
“Yeah, I know how much I hate it when it says it was delivered when it wasn’t.” Carl replied, nervously smiling.
“I really appreciate it… Say, you look familiar, have we met?” Carly asked, squinting her eyes as she looked at Carl’s face.
Carl
froze, eyeing the other side of the hallway and wondering how fast he
could possibly run to make it to the stairs before Carly reacted.
“I
don’t… think so, I don’t even live in this building!” Carl nervously
replied. Before Carly could rightfully ask what he was doing in the
building if he didn’t live in it, Carl quickly covered. “I’m
house-sitting for my brother!”
“Brother? Oh yeah! Carl from 3C!
Of course, I knew your face looked familiar, let me guess, twin brother?
The resemblance is uncanny.” Carly said.
“We get that a lot…” Carl smiled. “Anyway, I should get back, plants to water, you know.”
“Thanks again, by the way, let me grab a quarter.” Carly said, turning back towards her apartment.
“I already said don’t worry about it!” Carl said, then clamped his manicured hands over his mouth.
Carly grinned.
“I
had a feeling it was you, and word to the wise? The identical twin
schtick is a lame excuse. Lemme guess, if I’d pressed for your name
would you have said Carly?” Carly said. “So what is it, a lost bet?”
“Not quite…” Carl started. “It actually started because of you.”
“Because
of me? You’re not going to tell me that some of my clothes ended up in
your laundry basket, right?” Carly asked. “Cause that’s a boundary
breaker for sure.”
“Oh, no, nothing like that.” Carl replied. “You were supposed to get a makeover for Valentine’s Day, right?”
Carly’s eyes widened and she started to stifle a laugh.
“Come inside, you’ve got to tell me the story.” Carly insisted.
Given
that his only other option was to wait in the hallway for Felicia to
return, and knowing that her usual emergency trips to the office usually
took at least a half hour, Carl knew he had time to burn and he’d
rather not get caught out in the hall by one of their neighbors on their
floor, since Carl had no desire to allow them to put what Carly had put
together fairly easily. Carl complied and followed Carly into Apartment
8C.
“So, they’d told my boyfriend that they’d accidentally went
to 3C, and while I didn’t know who lived there then, I made it a point
to walk past a few times, just to see who got my makeover… I always
figured it was your girlfriend.” Carly said.
“Wife, actually.” Carl corrected.
“Good for you!” Carly replied. “You can tell she’s special because of well… all this.”
“She’s the best.” Carl smiled.
“So, how the hell did that happen anyway?” Carly asked as she sat down on the couch, motioning for Carl to join her.
Carl sat down and tucked his legs underneath him as he leaned on the armrest.
“I
had gotten a mild case of laryngitis, and while I was wrapping
Felicia’s gift, there was a knock on the door.” Carl started. “I tried
to explain, but let’s just say those stylists weren’t the brightest
bulbs on the tree.”
“That’s an understatement, Jonathan gave them
the reaming of a lifetime when they finally got up here.” Carly said.
“And were you…?”
“Dressed in women’s clothing? Absolutely not!
I’d never done anything like that until that day, and well… Felicia
liked it, and I didn’t totally hate it.” Carl admitted. “I looked like a
normal guy and they still just went ahead with it. I struggled, but…”
Carly
sat in rapturous silence as Carl told the story of not only the initial
makeover, but of his later exploits as “Carly”, during Felicia’s
birthday trip and Felicia’s pre-wedding gift as well, before explaining
the circumstances that led him to being in her apartment now. Once Carl
finished, Carly clearly had questions.
“So are you like trans or
gender fluid? No judgement, I’m just curious, since you said that it was
your first experience and now...” Carly asked.
“Honestly, I’m
not sure. I don’t think I am, I just like wearing dresses and looking
pretty sometimes. It started out solely for Felicia, since she liked
seeing me like that, but I’ve found a lot of enjoyment in it. It’s fun
to have a double life and to escape being myself for a few days.” Carl
said.
“I bet. It’s a bit like being a secret agent, except you get to wear colors other than black.” Carly giggled.
“That’s
very true.” Carl smiled. “God, I was so terrified when we met in the
laundry room, but I’m glad that I was finally able to get that off my
chest. I’ve never talked about it with someone other than Felicia.”
“And
I’m happy to finally know the real story of what happened to my
makeover. I’m really glad that my misfortune ended up improving your
life.”
“It did, didn’t it?” Carl said. “Anyway, I should probably
get going. Thanks for letting me hang out for a bit, Felicia’s probably
on her way or already home and if she’s back, she’d probably worried.”
“I hope we get to run into each other again, although it might get confusing with two Carlys around.” Carly said.
“Don’t
worry, I’m only around on the weekends, you get the weekdays.” Carl
chuckled as Carly showed him to the door. “And if you wouldn’t mind…
don’t tell anyone what I told you.”
“My lips are sealed. But I
will tell Jonathan that I met the recipient of my makeover and that
she’s a lovely woman.” Carly said.
“Thank you.” Carl said.
“No problem, us Carlys have to stick together, right?” Carly said.
“Exactly.” Carl smiled as he walked back into the hallway and headed for the elevator.
Arriving back at his apartment, Carl rapped on the door, not expecting Felicia to be back, but the door immediately flew open.
“Carly! There you are! I was worried sick!” Felicia playfully pulled Carl into the apartment. “Where the heck were you?”
“It’s a long story…” Carl sighed.
“It always is with you, isn’t it?” Felicia giggled. “How does it start?”
“It started when there was a knock on the door…” Carl started.
“Oh no, not again!” Felicia sighed.
The End?
Who Do? Voodoo!
Sometimes, a relationship just doesn’t
work out and both parties split amicably and without any lingering tears
or anger. And sometimes a boyfriend, while drunk, cheats on his
girlfriend with her best friend, also drunk, and gets caught sleeping
together by the aforementioned girlfriend. To say that Amber was furious
would be a massive understatement, the biggest reason being that Hayden
and her had been having relationship issues recently, but things seemed
to finally be looking up. Hayden seemed like he was working on his
problems, and then he went and betrayed her so fully. By the end of the
next week, Amber had moved out and was living in her own apartment,
having cut off contact with both Hayden and her former best friend,
while Hayden was left in the one that they’d previously shared.
Amber
had spent a week crying and laying in bed, utterly despondent due to
the ordeal, but at the end of it, she managed to muster up enough
willpower to go into town and do some grocery shopping. As she sullenly
walked down a familiar street that she’d walked down hundreds of times,
she suddenly noticed an unfamiliar shop. The sign proclaimed that it was
the “ Oddity & Curio Shop”.
“I don’t remember what was here before, but this store can’t have popped up in a week, right?” Amber thought to herself.
Despite
having no interest in old books or dusty antiques, as she could clearly
see through the window, Amber walked inside. It was as if some cosmic
force was calling to her, and there were too many happy couples walking
the streets, so Amber was glad to go inside for a few minutes.
Amber
strolled down one of the aisles, glancing at the items on the shelves,
many of them grody looking statuettes or fancy cups and bowls. Amber was
about to turn around and walk out, when she heard someone clear their
throat.
“Ahem!” a creaky voice exclaimed.
Amber poked her
head out from the aisle to see an old woman standing behind the counter,
though she definitely hadn’t been there when Amber walked in. Maybe she
was in the back?
“Oh, uh, hi…” Amber said.
“Welcome to my shop. See anything you like?” the old woman asked.
“I’ll be honest, I don’t even know why I came in here.” Amber said.
“You look like you’ve been through great trauma recently.” the old woman said.
Amber
caught herself in the reflection of a silver mirror hanging on one of
the walls. She was wearing sweatpants, a baggy hoodie, her hair was in a
messy bun and she wasn’t wearing makeup. Between that and her sullen
expression, she’d definitely seen better days.
“Is it that obvious?” Amber asked.
“Matters of the heart usually are, my dear. Care to talk about it?” the old woman replied.
Normally,
Amber never would have considered baring her soul and opening up to a
complete stranger, but there was something oddly comforting about the
old woman, a grandmotherly feeling that made Amber trust her. And
besides, talking about it would do her some good.
“It was my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend…” Amber started.
The old woman, to her credit, listened with rapt attention to the story, never interrupting Amber until the story was finished.
“Betrayal always stings the most.” the old woman said. “Especially when it is from those closest to us.”
“I just… I can’t even think about Hayden without wanting to strangle him!” Amber exclaimed. “How could he do that to me?”
“Do you wish to see your former friend punished as well?” the old woman asked.
Amber pouted.
“As
much as I blame her as well… I blame Hayden more. From what she told
me, he’s the one who made the initial pass, so it wouldn’t have happened
if it wasn’t for him.” Amber said.
“In that case, I believe I
have something that will help you.” the old woman said, and reached
behind the counter, pulling out an old looking box.
She handed the sizable box to Amber, who looked over the retro artwork on the outside of the box incredulously.
“A
Barbie doll? Wait, scratch that, it’s a Voo-Barbie?” Amber said. “It’s a
voodoo Barbie doll? So what, I take this, smack it around a little and
it’s supposed to make me feel better because it’ll ‘hurt’ him for real?”
“Regular
voodoo dolls harm people, but violence is never the answer. This is far
more humane.” the old woman said. “Just be sure to read all the
instructions.”
The old woman winked at her, turned around and walked through the curtain to the back room of the store.
“Wait! Don’t I have to pay for this?” Amber asked, calling towards the back room.
In
an instant, Amber felt slightly faint and reached for the counter to
steady herself onto, but instead found herself leaning against a window.
The sounds of cars and the hustle and bustle of people entered her
ears. Amber looked around, realizing that she had somehow made it back
outside the store. She turned back to the window to look inside, but
found that she was staring into an empty, vacant storefront.
“That was weird…” Amber said, turning away from the window. “I must be more out of it than I thought…”
She suddenly realized that she was still holding the box, and Amber looked warily into the vacant store, before walking away.
Back
at her apartment, Amber put down the strange box on a table and
immediately grabbed her computer. She searched the internet with both
the name of the store and the name on the box, but found no results for
either.
“Did I finally snap?” Amber questioned.
Despite
it, Amber was curious as to what a “Voo-Barbie” would end up being, so
she sliced the tape that sealed the box, pulled the top out and slid the
cardboard card that everything was attached to out of the box.
“Wow… that’s uncanny!” Amber exclaimed as she took a closer look at the doll.
At
first glance, it looked like a regular Ken doll, wearing a t-shirt and
jeans, except that, unlike the traditional version, the hands and feet
were on individual joints instead of being molded into the arms and
legs. But more striking was the face, because it was a dead ringer for
Hayden, down to his five o'clock shadow.
“What are you saying,
Amber? It’s just a generic guy mold and Hayden was a generic guy, it
couldn’t actually look like him… right?” Amber asked herself aloud.
Then
again, that morning, Amber had been sure that she had walked into an
antique store which suddenly vanished, so that wasn’t a very convincing
argument.
Also attached to the card were several accessories, a
long blonde wig, a made up face-mold that went over the original face, a
set of replacement hands with long painted nails, and a set of
replacement feet with painted toenails of the same color.
In a small plastic baggie were what looked like a set of clothes… and they looked vaguely familiar for some reason.
“Is this an irregular doll? Like it has the Barbie accessories by mistake?” Amber asked.
Amber
picked the box up and shook it, causing another accessory to tumble
onto the table. It was a pair of doll-sized breasts that could be
attached to the chest via a hidden peghole that Amber could see outlined
when she lifted the doll’s shirt.
“What was it the shopkeeper
said? Read all of the…” Amber looked around and found a slip of paper
taped to the back. “Instructions…”
“Welcome to your new
Voo-Barbie, revenge has never been prettier. Before you use your new
Voo-Barbie, be sure to follow these rules:
1. The doll will only work for the chosen victim, so be sure that you’re absolutely committed to your vengeance.
2.
The process won’t be instant, so be patient and see the entire thing
through. Depending on the victim’s willpower, it might take anywhere
from several minutes to several days.
3. Most important of all,
keep the doll nearby at all times. If anyone else touches the doll,
you’ll lose your control and they’ll gain it.”
The rest of the page was simply instructions for how to remove/assemble the various parts of the doll, fairly simple stuff.
“This
is so crazy…” Amber mused. “Although, it might make me feel better to
imagine that I’m making him look like those bimbos he used to ogle when
we were out together…”
Amber started undressing the doll,
removing the modular parts and replacing the ones that came with
feminine analogs, like the hands, feet, face and hair. But she held off
on the breasts, deciding to make something to eat before she continued.
Hayden was just settling in for a night of sports on TV and a few beers, when he suddenly felt strange.
“The hell?” Hayden asked himself.
It
started like a tremor in his limbs, but very slowly, he realized what
was going on. He’d lost control of his body. He stood up from the couch
and started walking towards the bathroom.
“What’s going on?” Hayden said. “Why can’t I...?”
With
all his might, Hayden scrunched his face as he tried to exert control,
any small amount of control, on his body, to no avail.
“Help!
Help me!” Hayden shouted, although he wasn’t exactly sure what anyone
would do, given that there wasn’t anyone around making this happen.
Hayden’s
body walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, before kneeling
down and reaching under the sink, pulling out a box, one that Hayden
recognized, it was the box of stuff that Amber hadn’t taken with her
when she left. Pulling out a half-used bottle of shampoo, a nearly empty
bottle of body wash and a pink can of shaving cream, Hayden’s body
stood back up and placed all the items onto the sink as he started to
undress.
“What the hell is going on?!” Hayden demanded as his
body, still running on autopilot, grabbed the items and climbed into the
shower.
It’s a supremely unsettling feeling to be washed against
one’s own power, but it’s even worse when one’s body is the one doing
the washing. After depleting the body wash, Hayden’s body was left
smelling faintly of lavender, and after using the shampoo, Hayden’s hair
smelled of fruit. Hayden had hoped that the shower was at an end, but
unfortunately, he’d unwillingly picked out a third item.
Despite
concentrating as hard as he could, Hayden couldn’t manage to dislodge
the can of shaving cream from his hand, and his legs, arms, armpits,
chest and face were lathered up as he used Amber’s razor to shave
himself. If nothing else, whatever was controlling him had great
control, since there were no nicks or cuts anywhere on his body.
Hayden’s mind shuddered as his hand ran over his newly smooth legs.
“Why
is this happening to me?” Hayden asked no one in particular as he
stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his chest and his
hair.
Meanwhile, Amber finished having her quick dinner and
returned to the doll, still out on the table. She took a look at the
clothes, a black lingerie set, a dress, and a pair of heels,
scrutinizing them, because they looked so familiar…
“That’s it!
Those are… my clothes?” Amber finally realized where she’d seen them
before. In her closet, or rather, her closet back at Hayden’s.
There
were several items that she’d left behind in her rush, and that outfit
had been one of them, unsurprisingly, since it was a date night outfit
that Hayden had liked her in, and she couldn’t bring herself to take it
with her.
Even after all she’d seen, Amber was still skeptical,
but she was starting to believe, the proof was getting very convincing!
But she needed to test the theory further, she quickly dressed the doll
up in the outfit, before tossing the doll into her purse and heading
down to her car.
Hayden returned to the bedroom, clad in just a
towel across his chest and a towel on his head wrapped into a turban. He
noticed his body’s movement was different, no longer was he just
walking, if there existed a word to describe his new gait, it would be
slinking, and he slinked towards the closet.
“What could I
possibly need from there?” Hayden asked whatever disembodied force that
was causing all his problems, but got no reply.
After digging
into the back of the closet, Hayden pulled out a little black dress, one
that he recognized that Amber wore on several dates, a dress he
particularly enjoyed seeing her wear, not that he had any interest in
wearing it himself!
Nearby was the corresponding lingerie, which
Hayden had been keeping aside on the off-chance that Amber ever returned
to retrieve it.
“Please, no…” Hayden sobbed as he released the
turban, revealing that his hair had grown while inside the towel, it was
now much longer, reaching down his back, and had lightened several
shades into a honey blonde color.
After removing the towel from
his chest, Hayden pulled up the panties, placed the bra across his
chest, and quickly pulled himself into the dress. Hayden and Amber
weren’t remotely similar in size, but for some reason, the dress and
lingerie fit perfectly, as if by magic.
After adjusting the
dress, Hayden walked back into the bathroom. He stood in front of the
bathroom mirror and knelt down, retrieving a small makeup bag from
underneath the sink, another leftover of Amber’s. Hayden continued to
attempt to reassert control over his body, and continued to fail.
Hayden
was helpless as his hands expertly applied makeup to his face, coating
his lips in a sultry red lipstick, his eyes with a bold blue eyeshadow
and an elegant smokey eye, and perfect contouring on his face. His
eyebrows were immaculately groomed and his hair perfectly done in a sexy
updo. At some point, his fingernails had lengthened and groomed
themselves, with Hayden painting them with Amber’s favorite shade of red
polish, before doing the same to his toenails.
Hayden lost control of even his face as he saw his lips form a smirk and he winked at himself in the mirror.
“What is going on?” Hayden asked. “How can I stop this?”
Hayden
exited the bathroom and re-opened the closet door, retrieving a pair of
four-inch peep toe black pumps. Hayden sexily sat down on the bed and
started placing his feet into the heels. First his left foot, then his
right. Once his right foot was placed into the heel, Hayden’s motor
functions were restored. Hayden nearly fell over, before realizing that
he had control over his body once more.
He didn’t know how or
why, but he was happy that he could finally move. Standing up, he looked
at himself in the mirror, wondering how he was going to get rid of what
had happened. Or how he was even going to explain the strange
happenings.
He looked at his reflection, one of a supremely
confused, but very attractive young woman, looking like she was about to
head out to the club, if it wasn’t for his flat chest, he’d look
exactly like the twin sister he didn’t have. He could barely see any
trace of masculinity left.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the
door that broke Hayden out of his contemplation. Hayden frantically ran
out of the bedroom, nearly breaking his ankle in the heels, before
finally making it to the door. Standing out in the hall was Amber,
smirking and holding what looked like a barbie doll in her hands. But
Hayden didn’t have time to consider why she was carrying it around.
“Amber! Thank god you’re here! I don’t know what’s going on!” Hayden shouted. “You have to help me!”
“Oh,
don’t worry, Hayden, I’ll take care of everything.” Amber moved the
doll’s arm to cover its mouth, and Hayden did the exact same thing.
In
Hayden’s eyes, Amber could see him pleading with her to stop what she
was doing. But in her eyes, Hayden hadn’t even begun to feel as bad as
she’d been feeling.
“I think it’s time to see what these do…”
Amber smiled as she pulled out the breastpiece and pulled down the
doll’s dress, as Hayden did the same, exposing his chest. “Let’s go
inside.”
Amber walked into the apartment and Hayden involuntarily
followed behind her, whimpering. Hayden had finally gotten his answers,
but his punishment was just beginning.
The End
A Long Summer
Years ago, SteffiMarieChen did a few POV-style captions and I always liked them, but it's pretty tough to find photos that work in that context, so when I stumbled upon this one, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it.
Summer Beauty
Another entry for the contest over on Rachel's Haven, the prompt being:
"The Sun dressed her in syrup and gold; the wind made her hair flow."
summer beauty,' - Megan's Poetry #913
This one was a double-panel one cause I ended up writing a lot more than intended. Enjoy!
Gym Bunny
I recently joined Rachel's Haven: rachelshaven.com
which is one of the more well-known sections of the TG caption
community (a place I'd heard of from many of the captioners I followed
over the years) and they run monthly contests, which I wasn't planning
on entering, so soon after joining, but the prompts spoke to me. The
prompts for this contest were three poems, and one of them,
I am not for here,
I am not built for all this.
Where do I fit in?
by Tyler Knott Gregson
gave me the inspiration to write this cap. Hope you enjoy.
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