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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
When the Time Comes
With this caption, I actually looked through other types of fonts I had available and chose a different one. I only wish I had done that sooner for some of my other captions.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Story: Experimental Body & Brain Enhancement Volunteer
I originally intended this to be a caption, but the plot grew into something more and I made it a story instead. I hope you all enjoy it.
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"Here goes nothing." thought Douglas.
Douglas approached the counter where the pretty woman stood as cashier. Her auburn hair was in a ponytail and her make up was done in a way to bring out her blue eyes. Her body nicely filled out her uniform, making Douglas notice how well the green apron showed the shape of her breasts.
"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?" asked the auburn haired woman. Douglas could see her name tag read Marcy.
"I'll take a mocha latte." replied Douglas.
"Anything else?"
"Y-yeah. How about your number?"
"Oh. Uh... Sorry, but you're not my type. One mocha latte coming up." Marcy said, walking away.
"Figures." Douglas said to himself in a low voice.
A few moments later, Douglas saw Marcy return with his coffee and payed in exact change. Leaving the Starbucks, Douglas thought about how hopeless he was. Sipping his latte, a gust of wind sent an old newspaper flying into his face. The hot liquid from the foam cup spilling onto his face, leading to his glasses becoming crooked. With half of his drink gone and spilled on himself, Douglas pulled the newspaper from his face noticing something of interest. An ad for some lab wanting a volunteer for an experimental body and brain enhancement treatment. He couldn't read all the details from the ad since the text had some faded words, but he was able to make out the address and that it would pay ten thousand dollars. Douglas decided to check the place out after he went home and changed into some dry clothes.
At twenty-five years old Douglas wasn't seen as a very fit man. He appeared as a pale, scrawny, and weak nerd to many people. His appearance particuarly didn't appeal to the ladies. So he thought this was a quick and easy opportunity to get a better body and even increase his thinking power. Plus the ten thousand dollars was very appealing since he only made enough money to get by working at a Best Buy.
Douglas eventually arrived at the building, seeing the company sign surrounded by untrimmed bushes, but he could still see the company name "ChemEnhance Labs" displayed on the sign. Douglas entered and approached the receptionist, an attractive long red haired woman in a white blouse barely revealing the cleavage of her modest breast. Her name plate read Alyssa Dillium.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" asked Alyssa.
"Uh, I'm here about this ad in this paper about needing a volunteer for some experiment" Douglas said, pointing out the ad in the paper.
"I'm sorry, sir, but that offer is no longer available."
"I see. Thanks anyway." he said, turning to leave.
"Hold on one minute," Alyssa said quickly, "If you could have a seat for a moment, I can ask the doctors in charge about this opportunity you've given the company." she then picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a number.
"Oh. O-okay then." Douglas went to sit down in the waiting room.
A few minutes later, Douglas was asked to come back over to the main desk.
"You're in luck, sir," Alyssa said with a smile, "We have yet to test the enhancement treatment on someone like you."
"That's great!" Douglas said, wondering what she really meant by "someone like you." He just guess they hadn't tested it on some wimp like him.
"Dr. Werton will show you where to go," Alyssa said, breaking Douglas's train of thought, "If you would just fill out these papers first."
"Oh, yeah, uh, thank you."
Finishing writing down information about himself, Douglas saw a beautiful brunette woman with shoulder length hair enter the lobby. She wore a white lab coat over a purple satin blouse, that revealed a full cleavage of her generous breasts, and a black skirt that ended abover her knees revealing her pantyhose covered legs in three inch black heels. Douglas figured this vision of beauty must be Dr. Werton. She called him over, walking further into the building. He handed her the papers he had filled out.
"So... Douglas Winters, is it?" she said looking over the papers.
"That's me." said Douglas.
"Well, Mr. Winters, I can't express how excited we are to test the our enhancement treatment once again. We never thought we get to test on a volunteer like yourself." Dr. Werton, tried to hold in her excitement.
"Is that so? Has this treatment worked on everyone else?"
"Definitely. Myself as well as the other scientists have spent the last four years trying to perfect this liquid formula for enhancement of body and mind."
"So you, uh, just modified a Red Bull?" Douglas laughed.
"Very funny, Mr. Winters." Dr. Werton laughed in return, to Douglas's surprise. No woman had ever laughed at one of his jokes before.
Douglas was led into a changing room where he had to put on a small black speedo. Douglas swore it looked more like a woman's bikini bottom though. Douglas also had to remove his glasses. Entering the next room, Douglas saw a white ceiling and floor with blue walls alligned with lights that stretched down across the top and bottom. At the end of the room was a platform surrounded by small silver hoses on the walls. A monotone female voice over an intercom told Douglas to stand on the platform. From what Douglas could see, the foot straps on the platform were in the shape of a woman's high heeled shoes with a strap to hold the ankles together. Very strange he thought.
Standing uncomfortably on the platform, Douglas was ready for the experiment to begin. He could hardly wait to be ten thousand dollars richer, to have a body women would find attractive, and have an even smarter brain. Douglas thought maybe he could get Dr. Werton to go on a date with him. The receptionist Alyssa was also a possibility.
The monotone female voice sounded over the intercom.
"Please remain perfectly still during all liquid applications."
Douglas took a deep breath and stood still.
"Mr. Winters," Dr. Werton's voice sounded over the intercom, "We are going to apply the brain liquid first and move on from there. Are you ready?"
"Y-yeah, let's do this." he said, becoming nervous.
"Try to remain calm."
"Applying brain liquid." said the monotone female voice.
Douglas heard a hose extend from the wall behind him and move around in front of his face. The nozzle went on his nose, feeling something move far up his nostrils. Douglas then felt something shoot out deep inside his head. He thought it must have reached his brain. The nozzle then moved away from his nose and back to the wall. Douglas shook his head.
"Very good, Mr. Winters. Moving on now." said Dr. Werton's voice.
"Applying body liquid." the monotone voice sounded off again.
"I must warn you, Mr. Winters, this part will hurt."
The hoses closest to the floor at his sides extended outward, their nozzles settling on Douglas's nipples. He felt something enter his skin and squirt out. The nozzles removed, showing no sign of punctured skin. However Douglas did feel pain. One of the hoses moved down then moved down to his belly button. It's nozzle placed itself down, once again causing Douglas to feel the same senstion that he did in his nipples. The same happened to his thighs. Both tubes then moved down to his crotch.
"Mr. Winters, if you would be so kind as to reveal your privates for the hoses." voiced Dr. Werton.
Douglas did as told and felt the nozzles place themselves on his urethra and his testicles. Being a sensitive area, Douglas felt more pain than in his chest and belly button when the liquid was inserted. He couldn't believe he would have a bigger dick as well.
"Normally we don't apply the liquid there, but you are a special case, Mr. Winters. We should see how these first results play out concerning genital change."
"What does that mean," thought Douglas, "Did all the other guys getting this treatment not want larger junk?"
"You should be feeling the changes soon, Mr. Winters. Now we move on to the quicker aspects of the treatment." Dr. Werton spoke again.
"Applying facial liquid." said the monotone female voice.
The same hoses that inserted liquid below his head, now moved up to his face, each nozzle on his cheeks. He felt something go through the skin again and squirt out. The hoses moves away.
"Here's another we'll test for the first time. Please open your mouth, Mr. Winters."
"Applying vocal liquid."
Another hose from behind Douglas came around to the front of his face. The nozzle went down his throat and spun while releasing the liquid, rubbing it in. Douglas was once again confused by another first time experiment of this liquid. Had no one wanted a new voice? Douglas decided to stop thinking of it. He could sound more manlier anyway. He then felt his body rumble.
"Almost done, Mr. Winters. We need to prepare the liquids for your hair and for your pale skin. Brace yourself for any pain while you change." Dr. Werton's voice spoke.
Douglas was feeling very odd in his bones. If he didn't know any better he'd say they were shrinking in size. He felt pain in his thighs as he looked down and saw his already thin legs grow longer. Any hair that was on his body was now noticably falling out. He felt a great pressure in his hips as his insides moved around like in a blender. Placing his hands on the walls next to him to keep balance, Douglas felt a great loud cracking pop as his hips extended outward causing him to yell. With burning pain, what felt like a liquid tore a new opening in his crotch. He felt his skin and flesh get pulled inside this opening and settling down in its new form. Douglas looked under the speedo, which now rode on his wider hips, and saw that his penis and testicles were gone and replaced by a vagina.
Douglas yelled out in horror. Slapping is hands over his mouth in further shock, Douglas realized his voice sounded higher. Soon his yelling turned to screaming. He blinked a few times. He could swear his vision was better. Little changed on his already thin body, but Douglas placed his hands on the walls again trying to resist the pain. His face felt different, his cheekbones had risen, his teeth straightened, his nose had shrunk, his lips puffed out and his eyes grew larger. Eyebrows thinned and eyelashes extended. Pressure was building up in his chest, his nipples grew bigger, the aerolas expanded. Warm liquid felt like it was inflating two lumps on his chest. Soon that feeling of liquid hardened into large masses of flesh now D-cup breast. Douglas continued to scream in pain and horror.
"Okay, I'm back. I see those changes have almost come to a finish. Let's move on with the last two." said Dr. Werton's voice over the intercom.
"Applying hair liquid."
The two hoses behind Douglas both approached him now and placed themselves above his head. A transparent liquid shot out onto his brown hair and it quickly grew into long blonde locks. This further shocked Douglas.
"Applying skin liquid."
The two hoses on both sides of Douglas extended and began shooting out a brown liquid that landed on his new breasts. To his surprise, Douglas stopped screaming about his change. A smile spread across his face.
"Oooo, that feels so cold!" he said in his bubbly new female voice, feeling pleasure from her breasts.
"What's wrong with me," Douglas said in his thoughts, "Why am I enjoying this?"
The brown liquid squirted some more on his body and spread across on its own, giving his body a complete tan except for where the speedo was placed. Douglas knew it really was a bikini bottom though. The new woman caressed her tanned body as she enjoyed the tingle the skin liquid gave her.
"Congratulations, Mr. Winters, the enhancement was a success. Welcome to womanhood." said the voice of Dr. Werton.
Douglas stopped smiling.
"No, wait, uh, like, I didn't want to be a woman! Why don't I have an enhanced male body?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Winters? Did you not know this treatment gives the subject an enhanced female body?"
"What!? No! Oh my gawd!"
"Calm down, Mr. Winters."
"Calm down!? I'm a woman! This is nothing how I expected my body to be and I don't feel any more intel...intella...television...?"
"Mr. Winters, are you having trouble saying the word 'intelligent?'"
"Yeah! That's it! I can't believe it slipped my mind. Ohh, speaking of which, my brain feels like it's been boiled by hot water."
After getting Douglas out of the testing room, Dr. Werton took him to the office of Ms. Ambercomb, owner of the company. She had dark graying hair styled in a bun and wore a red business coat with a matching skirt. A pearl necklace nestled in her cleavage.
"Oh gee, uh, like, what's wrong with me, miss? You know, besides being a woman." said Douglas, now wearing a white bath robe and sitting across Ms. Ambercomb at her desk.
"Mr. Winters, I'm afraid you weren't informed about the information in the newspaper ad. The faded text you couldn't read mentioned this procedure was asking for female volunteers only. We only let you go through with the procedure because we hadn't aquired any male test data and we thought you wanted to become a woman." explained Ms. Ambercomb.
"Isn't that just great! So what about my brain!?"
"Well, it seems the formula for the brain liquid only works on subjects who have always been female. Your Y chromosome cause some disruption once your gender was changed. Instead of becoming smarter, you've become well...dumber in a sense. There's no way the current brain liquid can fix this."
"Oh gawd damn it! You, like, better fix this!"
"I'm afraid the process is irreversable, Mr. Winters."
"Irre...Irrever...Irrevers...able?" Douglas questioned.
"You....can't change back." Ms. Ambercomb said, hoping she would understand.
"Well...find some way to make this better or I'll...file...a law suite on this company!"
"You mean lawsuit?"
"Yes, that's what I meant." she said, feeling stupid.
Ms. Ambercomb sat up from her chair and walked around her desk over to Douglas.
"Mr. Winters..." Ms. Ambercomb started berfore being interrupted.
"You might as well, like, call me Ms. Winters since I'm gonna be stuck like this." she said annoyed.
"If you insist, Ms. Winters. As I was about to say, we here at FemChemEnhance Labs wish to fix you up with a new life."
"Wait, did you say FemChe..." she tried to ask, but was cut off by Ms. Ambercomb.
"We can't afford to be sued. We've spent so much money developing this chemical that we would lose any means to make it if we would to lose in court. We'll set you up with a new identity, a new job here at my company, and we'll even pay you triple the amount of money promised in the newspaper ad."
"You mean I get...uh...thirty thousand dollars?"
"That is correct."
"But what job could I do here? I don't know any...science stuff. Oh, and what about my family? Like, they'll be surprised about me being a woman."
"I shall contact your family and explain your situation. As for you job here... Well, we could use a spokesmodel to promote the enhancement treatment."
"Spokesmodel? You mean, like, pose for magazine ads and junk?"
"That and everything else involved. Do you need time to think about it?"
"Well, thinking kinda hurts now and I guess I have no choice really. So, like, yeah, I'll totally do it." Douglas tried to smile.
"So it is decided," Ms. Ambercomb clapped her hands and smiled, "I'm glad we could come to a deal. Now let's get you a new name and some clothing. I'll have Alyssa go with you to the mall so you may buy a whole new wardrobe. You two can take my private limo."
An hour later Douglas Winters stepped outside as Dana Winters. She wore a small white t-shirt that revealed her belly, the FemChemEnhance logo spread across her chest. Her blue jeans hugged the curves of her legs and she walked in a pair of pink running shoes. Underneath were a matching white bra and panties. Dana looked at the company logo on her shirt.
"FemChemEnhance? But the sign out front said..."
Dana looked over at the company sign in front of the building. The bushes around it were pefectly trimmed now showing the full name of "FemChemEnhance Labs: Finding the beautiful woman you want to emerge." Dana let out a sigh, realizing how stupid she was before becoming a bimbo. She walked over to the limo where Alyssa waited and hopped inside.
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"Here goes nothing." thought Douglas.
Douglas approached the counter where the pretty woman stood as cashier. Her auburn hair was in a ponytail and her make up was done in a way to bring out her blue eyes. Her body nicely filled out her uniform, making Douglas notice how well the green apron showed the shape of her breasts.
"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?" asked the auburn haired woman. Douglas could see her name tag read Marcy.
"I'll take a mocha latte." replied Douglas.
"Anything else?"
"Y-yeah. How about your number?"
"Oh. Uh... Sorry, but you're not my type. One mocha latte coming up." Marcy said, walking away.
"Figures." Douglas said to himself in a low voice.
A few moments later, Douglas saw Marcy return with his coffee and payed in exact change. Leaving the Starbucks, Douglas thought about how hopeless he was. Sipping his latte, a gust of wind sent an old newspaper flying into his face. The hot liquid from the foam cup spilling onto his face, leading to his glasses becoming crooked. With half of his drink gone and spilled on himself, Douglas pulled the newspaper from his face noticing something of interest. An ad for some lab wanting a volunteer for an experimental body and brain enhancement treatment. He couldn't read all the details from the ad since the text had some faded words, but he was able to make out the address and that it would pay ten thousand dollars. Douglas decided to check the place out after he went home and changed into some dry clothes.
At twenty-five years old Douglas wasn't seen as a very fit man. He appeared as a pale, scrawny, and weak nerd to many people. His appearance particuarly didn't appeal to the ladies. So he thought this was a quick and easy opportunity to get a better body and even increase his thinking power. Plus the ten thousand dollars was very appealing since he only made enough money to get by working at a Best Buy.
Douglas eventually arrived at the building, seeing the company sign surrounded by untrimmed bushes, but he could still see the company name "ChemEnhance Labs" displayed on the sign. Douglas entered and approached the receptionist, an attractive long red haired woman in a white blouse barely revealing the cleavage of her modest breast. Her name plate read Alyssa Dillium.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" asked Alyssa.
"Uh, I'm here about this ad in this paper about needing a volunteer for some experiment" Douglas said, pointing out the ad in the paper.
"I'm sorry, sir, but that offer is no longer available."
"I see. Thanks anyway." he said, turning to leave.
"Hold on one minute," Alyssa said quickly, "If you could have a seat for a moment, I can ask the doctors in charge about this opportunity you've given the company." she then picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a number.
"Oh. O-okay then." Douglas went to sit down in the waiting room.
A few minutes later, Douglas was asked to come back over to the main desk.
"You're in luck, sir," Alyssa said with a smile, "We have yet to test the enhancement treatment on someone like you."
"That's great!" Douglas said, wondering what she really meant by "someone like you." He just guess they hadn't tested it on some wimp like him.
"Dr. Werton will show you where to go," Alyssa said, breaking Douglas's train of thought, "If you would just fill out these papers first."
"Oh, yeah, uh, thank you."
Finishing writing down information about himself, Douglas saw a beautiful brunette woman with shoulder length hair enter the lobby. She wore a white lab coat over a purple satin blouse, that revealed a full cleavage of her generous breasts, and a black skirt that ended abover her knees revealing her pantyhose covered legs in three inch black heels. Douglas figured this vision of beauty must be Dr. Werton. She called him over, walking further into the building. He handed her the papers he had filled out.
"So... Douglas Winters, is it?" she said looking over the papers.
"That's me." said Douglas.
"Well, Mr. Winters, I can't express how excited we are to test the our enhancement treatment once again. We never thought we get to test on a volunteer like yourself." Dr. Werton, tried to hold in her excitement.
"Is that so? Has this treatment worked on everyone else?"
"Definitely. Myself as well as the other scientists have spent the last four years trying to perfect this liquid formula for enhancement of body and mind."
"So you, uh, just modified a Red Bull?" Douglas laughed.
"Very funny, Mr. Winters." Dr. Werton laughed in return, to Douglas's surprise. No woman had ever laughed at one of his jokes before.
Douglas was led into a changing room where he had to put on a small black speedo. Douglas swore it looked more like a woman's bikini bottom though. Douglas also had to remove his glasses. Entering the next room, Douglas saw a white ceiling and floor with blue walls alligned with lights that stretched down across the top and bottom. At the end of the room was a platform surrounded by small silver hoses on the walls. A monotone female voice over an intercom told Douglas to stand on the platform. From what Douglas could see, the foot straps on the platform were in the shape of a woman's high heeled shoes with a strap to hold the ankles together. Very strange he thought.
Standing uncomfortably on the platform, Douglas was ready for the experiment to begin. He could hardly wait to be ten thousand dollars richer, to have a body women would find attractive, and have an even smarter brain. Douglas thought maybe he could get Dr. Werton to go on a date with him. The receptionist Alyssa was also a possibility.
The monotone female voice sounded over the intercom.
"Please remain perfectly still during all liquid applications."
Douglas took a deep breath and stood still.
"Mr. Winters," Dr. Werton's voice sounded over the intercom, "We are going to apply the brain liquid first and move on from there. Are you ready?"
"Y-yeah, let's do this." he said, becoming nervous.
"Try to remain calm."
"Applying brain liquid." said the monotone female voice.
Douglas heard a hose extend from the wall behind him and move around in front of his face. The nozzle went on his nose, feeling something move far up his nostrils. Douglas then felt something shoot out deep inside his head. He thought it must have reached his brain. The nozzle then moved away from his nose and back to the wall. Douglas shook his head.
"Very good, Mr. Winters. Moving on now." said Dr. Werton's voice.
"Applying body liquid." the monotone voice sounded off again.
"I must warn you, Mr. Winters, this part will hurt."
The hoses closest to the floor at his sides extended outward, their nozzles settling on Douglas's nipples. He felt something enter his skin and squirt out. The nozzles removed, showing no sign of punctured skin. However Douglas did feel pain. One of the hoses moved down then moved down to his belly button. It's nozzle placed itself down, once again causing Douglas to feel the same senstion that he did in his nipples. The same happened to his thighs. Both tubes then moved down to his crotch.
"Mr. Winters, if you would be so kind as to reveal your privates for the hoses." voiced Dr. Werton.
Douglas did as told and felt the nozzles place themselves on his urethra and his testicles. Being a sensitive area, Douglas felt more pain than in his chest and belly button when the liquid was inserted. He couldn't believe he would have a bigger dick as well.
"Normally we don't apply the liquid there, but you are a special case, Mr. Winters. We should see how these first results play out concerning genital change."
"What does that mean," thought Douglas, "Did all the other guys getting this treatment not want larger junk?"
"You should be feeling the changes soon, Mr. Winters. Now we move on to the quicker aspects of the treatment." Dr. Werton spoke again.
"Applying facial liquid." said the monotone female voice.
The same hoses that inserted liquid below his head, now moved up to his face, each nozzle on his cheeks. He felt something go through the skin again and squirt out. The hoses moves away.
"Here's another we'll test for the first time. Please open your mouth, Mr. Winters."
"Applying vocal liquid."
Another hose from behind Douglas came around to the front of his face. The nozzle went down his throat and spun while releasing the liquid, rubbing it in. Douglas was once again confused by another first time experiment of this liquid. Had no one wanted a new voice? Douglas decided to stop thinking of it. He could sound more manlier anyway. He then felt his body rumble.
"Almost done, Mr. Winters. We need to prepare the liquids for your hair and for your pale skin. Brace yourself for any pain while you change." Dr. Werton's voice spoke.
Douglas was feeling very odd in his bones. If he didn't know any better he'd say they were shrinking in size. He felt pain in his thighs as he looked down and saw his already thin legs grow longer. Any hair that was on his body was now noticably falling out. He felt a great pressure in his hips as his insides moved around like in a blender. Placing his hands on the walls next to him to keep balance, Douglas felt a great loud cracking pop as his hips extended outward causing him to yell. With burning pain, what felt like a liquid tore a new opening in his crotch. He felt his skin and flesh get pulled inside this opening and settling down in its new form. Douglas looked under the speedo, which now rode on his wider hips, and saw that his penis and testicles were gone and replaced by a vagina.
Douglas yelled out in horror. Slapping is hands over his mouth in further shock, Douglas realized his voice sounded higher. Soon his yelling turned to screaming. He blinked a few times. He could swear his vision was better. Little changed on his already thin body, but Douglas placed his hands on the walls again trying to resist the pain. His face felt different, his cheekbones had risen, his teeth straightened, his nose had shrunk, his lips puffed out and his eyes grew larger. Eyebrows thinned and eyelashes extended. Pressure was building up in his chest, his nipples grew bigger, the aerolas expanded. Warm liquid felt like it was inflating two lumps on his chest. Soon that feeling of liquid hardened into large masses of flesh now D-cup breast. Douglas continued to scream in pain and horror.
"Okay, I'm back. I see those changes have almost come to a finish. Let's move on with the last two." said Dr. Werton's voice over the intercom.
"Applying hair liquid."
The two hoses behind Douglas both approached him now and placed themselves above his head. A transparent liquid shot out onto his brown hair and it quickly grew into long blonde locks. This further shocked Douglas.
"Applying skin liquid."
The two hoses on both sides of Douglas extended and began shooting out a brown liquid that landed on his new breasts. To his surprise, Douglas stopped screaming about his change. A smile spread across his face.
"Oooo, that feels so cold!" he said in his bubbly new female voice, feeling pleasure from her breasts.
"What's wrong with me," Douglas said in his thoughts, "Why am I enjoying this?"
The brown liquid squirted some more on his body and spread across on its own, giving his body a complete tan except for where the speedo was placed. Douglas knew it really was a bikini bottom though. The new woman caressed her tanned body as she enjoyed the tingle the skin liquid gave her.
"Congratulations, Mr. Winters, the enhancement was a success. Welcome to womanhood." said the voice of Dr. Werton.
Douglas stopped smiling.
"No, wait, uh, like, I didn't want to be a woman! Why don't I have an enhanced male body?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Winters? Did you not know this treatment gives the subject an enhanced female body?"
"What!? No! Oh my gawd!"
"Calm down, Mr. Winters."
"Calm down!? I'm a woman! This is nothing how I expected my body to be and I don't feel any more intel...intella...television...?"
"Mr. Winters, are you having trouble saying the word 'intelligent?'"
"Yeah! That's it! I can't believe it slipped my mind. Ohh, speaking of which, my brain feels like it's been boiled by hot water."
After getting Douglas out of the testing room, Dr. Werton took him to the office of Ms. Ambercomb, owner of the company. She had dark graying hair styled in a bun and wore a red business coat with a matching skirt. A pearl necklace nestled in her cleavage.
"Oh gee, uh, like, what's wrong with me, miss? You know, besides being a woman." said Douglas, now wearing a white bath robe and sitting across Ms. Ambercomb at her desk.
"Mr. Winters, I'm afraid you weren't informed about the information in the newspaper ad. The faded text you couldn't read mentioned this procedure was asking for female volunteers only. We only let you go through with the procedure because we hadn't aquired any male test data and we thought you wanted to become a woman." explained Ms. Ambercomb.
"Isn't that just great! So what about my brain!?"
"Well, it seems the formula for the brain liquid only works on subjects who have always been female. Your Y chromosome cause some disruption once your gender was changed. Instead of becoming smarter, you've become well...dumber in a sense. There's no way the current brain liquid can fix this."
"Oh gawd damn it! You, like, better fix this!"
"I'm afraid the process is irreversable, Mr. Winters."
"Irre...Irrever...Irrevers...able?" Douglas questioned.
"You....can't change back." Ms. Ambercomb said, hoping she would understand.
"Well...find some way to make this better or I'll...file...a law suite on this company!"
"You mean lawsuit?"
"Yes, that's what I meant." she said, feeling stupid.
Ms. Ambercomb sat up from her chair and walked around her desk over to Douglas.
"Mr. Winters..." Ms. Ambercomb started berfore being interrupted.
"You might as well, like, call me Ms. Winters since I'm gonna be stuck like this." she said annoyed.
"If you insist, Ms. Winters. As I was about to say, we here at FemChemEnhance Labs wish to fix you up with a new life."
"Wait, did you say FemChe..." she tried to ask, but was cut off by Ms. Ambercomb.
"We can't afford to be sued. We've spent so much money developing this chemical that we would lose any means to make it if we would to lose in court. We'll set you up with a new identity, a new job here at my company, and we'll even pay you triple the amount of money promised in the newspaper ad."
"You mean I get...uh...thirty thousand dollars?"
"That is correct."
"But what job could I do here? I don't know any...science stuff. Oh, and what about my family? Like, they'll be surprised about me being a woman."
"I shall contact your family and explain your situation. As for you job here... Well, we could use a spokesmodel to promote the enhancement treatment."
"Spokesmodel? You mean, like, pose for magazine ads and junk?"
"That and everything else involved. Do you need time to think about it?"
"Well, thinking kinda hurts now and I guess I have no choice really. So, like, yeah, I'll totally do it." Douglas tried to smile.
"So it is decided," Ms. Ambercomb clapped her hands and smiled, "I'm glad we could come to a deal. Now let's get you a new name and some clothing. I'll have Alyssa go with you to the mall so you may buy a whole new wardrobe. You two can take my private limo."
An hour later Douglas Winters stepped outside as Dana Winters. She wore a small white t-shirt that revealed her belly, the FemChemEnhance logo spread across her chest. Her blue jeans hugged the curves of her legs and she walked in a pair of pink running shoes. Underneath were a matching white bra and panties. Dana looked at the company logo on her shirt.
"FemChemEnhance? But the sign out front said..."
Dana looked over at the company sign in front of the building. The bushes around it were pefectly trimmed now showing the full name of "FemChemEnhance Labs: Finding the beautiful woman you want to emerge." Dana let out a sigh, realizing how stupid she was before becoming a bimbo. She walked over to the limo where Alyssa waited and hopped inside.
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Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Prayers to a Femme Goddess
This is another one of those captions that became longer than expected. I hope it turned out well.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
After My Transformation Part 2
It's been two months since I made the first part, seen here http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2011/01/after-my-transformation-part-1.html
It's set up the same way as the first part. I meant to continue it sooner but I never felt inspiration.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
It's set up the same way as the first part. I meant to continue it sooner but I never felt inspiration.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Don't Trust a Leprechaun
Wanted to make a quick caption for St. Patrick's Day before it ended. Hope you all enjoy it!
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Appearances Can Be Decieving
Another Spells 'r Us caption with possession.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Bad Time for Possession
Long caption I was inspired to write when I saw the image.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 4
The final part. I meant to include this in the last part, but it would've been too long for a single blog post. I also want to include these three pictures I ran across that closely resemble the main character's transformed appearance.
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George made his way through the crowds making sure not to lose sight of Veronica. He could see her leave the mall through one of the exits and quickened his pace causing his heels to click and clack faster. Stepping outside, George could still see her on the sidewalk surrounding the mall deserted area. George wondered how Veronica could move so fast. If she could get to her car before he could catch up to her, then he would have to come back to the mall the next day. George was certain he didn't want to go through that experience again. He was just about to catch up to her.
"There you are!" yelled a voice.
George turned his head slighty to the right from where Veronica was. His eyes wide with alarm, George quickly hid behind a nearby dumpster. The voice came from the man from the bus earlier. George peeked his head out and watched what would happen.
"Hey, can't you hear me whore?" said the man.
"Excuse me!?" responded Veronica, offended as she turned towards the man.
"Wait, you're not that hooker Gina. You have an afro just like her though. Oh well. I guess you'll have to do."
"Do what?"
"Okay, how much for a moment of your time?"
"Do you think I'm a prostitute!?"
"Baby, you sure look like it."
"Fo yo info-mation, I ain't no hooker!"
"You sure dress it though," he said approaching closer to Veronica, "Maybe I could still convince you..."
"How many of you men do I gotta run into?"
George watched as Veronica extended her arm and pointed at the man in the same way she did to him when he was cursed. However the man grabbed Veronica's arm and lead her down a nearby alley. George knew what was going to happen to her. George got out from behind the dumpster to help Veronica, but then stopped. What could he do in a body like Gina's to fight off that man, he thought. Noticing something sticking out of the dumpster, George pulled out a rusted steel pipe and hurried toward the alley.
Entering the alley, George could see Veronica on the ground. Her face was beaten and her nose was bleeding. As the man was unbuckling his belt, George approached him behind. Lifting the pipe into the air, George whacked it on the man's head as his pants dropped to his knees. He turned around holding his head only to recieve a swiping blow to his face from the pipe. The man fell over instantly and now lied on his side holding his head in a daze before passing out. George dropped the pipe and went to help Veronica stand up.
"Oh my God, thank you so much!" said Veronica.
"It was the right thing to do." said George.
"Ah think ah completely misjudged you as a man."
"What do you mean?"
"After what ah did to you I thought you would be the last person to save me."
"Yo welcome."
"How can ah ever repay you, honey?"
"You can start by tellin' me how I can get mah old life back." he said, a little anxious.
"I'm sorry," she said with a look of concern, "Like ah said before, there ain't no way to reverse my curse. There's nothing I or anyone else can do."
"What am ah supposed to do then? Ah can't live a life where everyone thinks I'm some hooker livin' in a cruddy apartment! I'm sorry ah judged you based on how you were dressed, but you had no right to punish me like this! After today I know what it feels like to be mistaken for some cheap whore."
"Don't worry, honey. I wanna make it up to you. Take me to my car and we can talk some mo at my home."
George looked at the man on the ground.
"What about him?" asked George, suspecting what the man's fate might be.
"This piece o' trash nearly raped me. If you asked me, ah say he deserves my curse. What do you say, honey?"
"Go fo it, girl." said George, feeling no sympathy for the man that could have did the same to him.
"Ah think ah make it more instananeous this time."
Veronica pointed her finger at the man and almost instantly he transformed from a muscular man with brown hair into a frail and curvy woman with blonde hair. His shirt turned intoa hot pink tube top with no bra and his jacket shrunk and became black leather with white fluff around the collar. His pants went back up his legs and became a short mini skirt while his new pink thong slid down her legs. His socks were now black fish net stockings and his shoes became sleek black leather boots with a four inch heel. The new woman has a pretty and a generous pair of breasts with a nice ass.
"Ah think she'll have no trouble fitting into her new life." said Veronica.
"What's his name?" asked George.
"My magic tells me she used to be Kyle Sanders, a full time drug dealer and not very kind to women. Now she is Krystal Star, a well known prostitute and very submissive.
"Fitting punishment."
The two women left Krystal in he alley where she would later wake up with little resistence to her new life. George brought Veronica to her car and drove to her home.
3 Months Later
Her new life had started rough, but George was getting used to things now as Gina and had to accept he would forever be a woman. As she walked down the sidewalk carrying a bag of groceries she was still being stared at by men, but not in the same way as before, like any other woman. Since George gained control over himself as Gina she kept her appearance as far away as she did as a hooker. Her face was lighty applied with makeup. Eyeliner, purple eye shadow, and red lipstick. Instead of the afro, her dark hair hung down her back and over her shoulders. Her clothing was far less revealing, but still showed off her generous curves. The outline of her bra could be seen under the white blouse that covered her G-cups. The first few buttons were undone to show her cleavage. She wore matching panties that were covered by skin tight jeans that seemed painted on, still showing a hypnotic sway from her hips and bubble butt. The clicking in her step was provided by the knee high black boots with a three inch heel.
Since the day George saved Veronica, she offered George to live with her in her apartment. George had even agreed to work at her store while she recovered from her assault. Now the two work together. George had to admit that Veronica's apartment was much nicer than the one he found himself in. It was in a nicer part of town as well. Entering the building, George made her way up to the fifth room on the third floor. With her free hand George unlocked the door with her key and entered the room where she was greeted by Veronica, who was wearing a spagetti string tank top with denim short shorts. Her hair still styled in an afro.
"Hey, Gina sweety, back already?" Veronica said with a smile, watching television on the couch.
"Veronica, ah thought ah told you call me George when we're in the apartment." George said, putting the bag of groceries in the kitchen.
"Sorry, honey, it's just that you been so much fun as mah roomie these last few months."
"I'm surprised myself. Who ah thunk we get along so well." she said, putting away some groceries.
"Ah just wish you didn't have to go an' change yo wardrobe, girl."
"You know I wasn't feelin' right like that. Besides, ah didn't want anyone to thnk we got a twin thang goin' on."
The two women laughed.
"Ah know ah can make ya show some skin if we go clubbin' tonight." said Veronica.
"Nuh uh, girl. I should be studyin' fo mah computer repair classes. You know I'd like to get mah old job back." George said putting away the last of the groceries.
"That's no excuse not to have a little fun tonight."
"Well... Ah have been wantin' to relieve some stress lately."
"Mmm hmm, I knew you'd come around, honey. You gonna find a man tonight?"
"Ah don't think so, darlin'. This woman still has a thang for other fine ladies."
"Uh huh. Sure...Gina."
"What did ah say!?" she said annoyed.
George and Veronica prepared themselves to go out that night. Veronica dressed in a strapless short red dress while George put on a black dress with short sleeves with open area to show her magnificient cleavage. The two women left the apartment, walking out in matching five inch ankle strapped heels to Veronica's car. Now that they were out of the apartment, George couldn't get mad at Veronica for calling her Gina.
"So, Gina, what's one thing about this life that's better than yo old one?" asked Veronica.
George looked over at Veronica and smiled with her bright red lips.
"Ah learned not to judge people by their appearance." she laughed.
The two woman continued to walk as a man named Bert passed by them heading toward his own room. He couldn't but stare at the two sexy black women as they smiled at him. He continued to stare as they walked away, their hips moving in perfect sync.
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George made his way through the crowds making sure not to lose sight of Veronica. He could see her leave the mall through one of the exits and quickened his pace causing his heels to click and clack faster. Stepping outside, George could still see her on the sidewalk surrounding the mall deserted area. George wondered how Veronica could move so fast. If she could get to her car before he could catch up to her, then he would have to come back to the mall the next day. George was certain he didn't want to go through that experience again. He was just about to catch up to her.
"There you are!" yelled a voice.
George turned his head slighty to the right from where Veronica was. His eyes wide with alarm, George quickly hid behind a nearby dumpster. The voice came from the man from the bus earlier. George peeked his head out and watched what would happen.
"Hey, can't you hear me whore?" said the man.
"Excuse me!?" responded Veronica, offended as she turned towards the man.
"Wait, you're not that hooker Gina. You have an afro just like her though. Oh well. I guess you'll have to do."
"Do what?"
"Okay, how much for a moment of your time?"
"Do you think I'm a prostitute!?"
"Baby, you sure look like it."
"Fo yo info-mation, I ain't no hooker!"
"You sure dress it though," he said approaching closer to Veronica, "Maybe I could still convince you..."
"How many of you men do I gotta run into?"
George watched as Veronica extended her arm and pointed at the man in the same way she did to him when he was cursed. However the man grabbed Veronica's arm and lead her down a nearby alley. George knew what was going to happen to her. George got out from behind the dumpster to help Veronica, but then stopped. What could he do in a body like Gina's to fight off that man, he thought. Noticing something sticking out of the dumpster, George pulled out a rusted steel pipe and hurried toward the alley.
Entering the alley, George could see Veronica on the ground. Her face was beaten and her nose was bleeding. As the man was unbuckling his belt, George approached him behind. Lifting the pipe into the air, George whacked it on the man's head as his pants dropped to his knees. He turned around holding his head only to recieve a swiping blow to his face from the pipe. The man fell over instantly and now lied on his side holding his head in a daze before passing out. George dropped the pipe and went to help Veronica stand up.
"Oh my God, thank you so much!" said Veronica.
"It was the right thing to do." said George.
"Ah think ah completely misjudged you as a man."
"What do you mean?"
"After what ah did to you I thought you would be the last person to save me."
"Yo welcome."
"How can ah ever repay you, honey?"
"You can start by tellin' me how I can get mah old life back." he said, a little anxious.
"I'm sorry," she said with a look of concern, "Like ah said before, there ain't no way to reverse my curse. There's nothing I or anyone else can do."
"What am ah supposed to do then? Ah can't live a life where everyone thinks I'm some hooker livin' in a cruddy apartment! I'm sorry ah judged you based on how you were dressed, but you had no right to punish me like this! After today I know what it feels like to be mistaken for some cheap whore."
"Don't worry, honey. I wanna make it up to you. Take me to my car and we can talk some mo at my home."
George looked at the man on the ground.
"What about him?" asked George, suspecting what the man's fate might be.
"This piece o' trash nearly raped me. If you asked me, ah say he deserves my curse. What do you say, honey?"
"Go fo it, girl." said George, feeling no sympathy for the man that could have did the same to him.
"Ah think ah make it more instananeous this time."
Veronica pointed her finger at the man and almost instantly he transformed from a muscular man with brown hair into a frail and curvy woman with blonde hair. His shirt turned intoa hot pink tube top with no bra and his jacket shrunk and became black leather with white fluff around the collar. His pants went back up his legs and became a short mini skirt while his new pink thong slid down her legs. His socks were now black fish net stockings and his shoes became sleek black leather boots with a four inch heel. The new woman has a pretty and a generous pair of breasts with a nice ass.
"Ah think she'll have no trouble fitting into her new life." said Veronica.
"What's his name?" asked George.
"My magic tells me she used to be Kyle Sanders, a full time drug dealer and not very kind to women. Now she is Krystal Star, a well known prostitute and very submissive.
"Fitting punishment."
The two women left Krystal in he alley where she would later wake up with little resistence to her new life. George brought Veronica to her car and drove to her home.
3 Months Later
Her new life had started rough, but George was getting used to things now as Gina and had to accept he would forever be a woman. As she walked down the sidewalk carrying a bag of groceries she was still being stared at by men, but not in the same way as before, like any other woman. Since George gained control over himself as Gina she kept her appearance as far away as she did as a hooker. Her face was lighty applied with makeup. Eyeliner, purple eye shadow, and red lipstick. Instead of the afro, her dark hair hung down her back and over her shoulders. Her clothing was far less revealing, but still showed off her generous curves. The outline of her bra could be seen under the white blouse that covered her G-cups. The first few buttons were undone to show her cleavage. She wore matching panties that were covered by skin tight jeans that seemed painted on, still showing a hypnotic sway from her hips and bubble butt. The clicking in her step was provided by the knee high black boots with a three inch heel.
Since the day George saved Veronica, she offered George to live with her in her apartment. George had even agreed to work at her store while she recovered from her assault. Now the two work together. George had to admit that Veronica's apartment was much nicer than the one he found himself in. It was in a nicer part of town as well. Entering the building, George made her way up to the fifth room on the third floor. With her free hand George unlocked the door with her key and entered the room where she was greeted by Veronica, who was wearing a spagetti string tank top with denim short shorts. Her hair still styled in an afro.
"Hey, Gina sweety, back already?" Veronica said with a smile, watching television on the couch.
"Veronica, ah thought ah told you call me George when we're in the apartment." George said, putting the bag of groceries in the kitchen.
"Sorry, honey, it's just that you been so much fun as mah roomie these last few months."
"I'm surprised myself. Who ah thunk we get along so well." she said, putting away some groceries.
"Ah just wish you didn't have to go an' change yo wardrobe, girl."
"You know I wasn't feelin' right like that. Besides, ah didn't want anyone to thnk we got a twin thang goin' on."
The two women laughed.
"Ah know ah can make ya show some skin if we go clubbin' tonight." said Veronica.
"Nuh uh, girl. I should be studyin' fo mah computer repair classes. You know I'd like to get mah old job back." George said putting away the last of the groceries.
"That's no excuse not to have a little fun tonight."
"Well... Ah have been wantin' to relieve some stress lately."
"Mmm hmm, I knew you'd come around, honey. You gonna find a man tonight?"
"Ah don't think so, darlin'. This woman still has a thang for other fine ladies."
"Uh huh. Sure...Gina."
"What did ah say!?" she said annoyed.
George and Veronica prepared themselves to go out that night. Veronica dressed in a strapless short red dress while George put on a black dress with short sleeves with open area to show her magnificient cleavage. The two women left the apartment, walking out in matching five inch ankle strapped heels to Veronica's car. Now that they were out of the apartment, George couldn't get mad at Veronica for calling her Gina.
"So, Gina, what's one thing about this life that's better than yo old one?" asked Veronica.
George looked over at Veronica and smiled with her bright red lips.
"Ah learned not to judge people by their appearance." she laughed.
The two woman continued to walk as a man named Bert passed by them heading toward his own room. He couldn't but stare at the two sexy black women as they smiled at him. He continued to stare as they walked away, their hips moving in perfect sync.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Request Story for jwargod: Can't Keep Me Down Part 3
Seeing how much space this might take up for one blog post, this story will definitely conclude in the next part.
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George walked through the mall, the clicking sound of his heels almost drowned out by the voices of the people crowding the place. He was well aware of the stares he was recieving as the scantily clad volumptious black woman he appeared to be. Left and right he could see the stares of everyone young and old. Stares of lust, disgust, and surprise. Passing by an African American woman, George could see her cover the eyes of her son and daughter. The woman herself gave George a look that could have said "don't you have any decency?" George felt embarassed on the inside, but he knew on the outside Gina could care less about what anybody thought of her. So he continued through the mall looking for the store "Veronica's Erotica."
"Damn! Where is it? Dear lord, what if I never find it? What if I have to stay like this? What if I...I..." thought George before he was interrupted.
".....vah......nd it..." lingered a voice in George's thoughts.
"What was that?" thought George, confused.
"...Yo.....nevah...." lingered the voice again.
"What's going on!?" George yelled in his mind.
"YO NEVAH FIND IT!" the voice exploded in George's brain.
Holding his head in pain, George made his way through the crowds, almost knocking people over. He eventually found his way to a restroom with a single toilet, sink, and mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror George wondered what was happening to cause this voice to pop up in his head. He could have sworn it sounded like...
"Yo damn right it sounds like me!" said the voice in his head. A voice he had heard himself speak so many times already.
"It can't be," thought George, "Gina?"
"You better believe it, sugah!"
"How? I thought you were just some personality I was forced to speak as?"
"Ah am. The thought of you being stuck as me is causing you to lose yo mind."
"It is?"
"Honey, if you didn't notice, you have two different people talkin' in yo head."
"What's happening to me? I thought I gained control over you..."
"Unless you wanna have a nervous breakdown, I suggest you walk mah fine ass back home and be the whore this curse has made you to be."
"No... I may have this body and a different life, but all I have left of my old self is my thoughts. I refuse to give that up."
"You will."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
George couldn't take anymore.
"NO!"
George screamed out and smashed the mirror with his fist. Then again....and again. He ripped the shards off the broken frame, cutting his right hand. He dropped to his knees, almost crying. He continued to sit there in silence with his eyes shut. After a few minutes George opened his eyes.
"Is... Is she...gone?" he spoke in his feminine voice. "I'm still me. I'm still thinkin' like myself...me...George." he said, his eyes growing wide.
He was able to say his old name. Ever since he had become Gina, George had never been able to speak his old name. Standing up, he realized he need to test his speech.
"Hi there, sugah. Mah name's George Carnville and ah worked with computers, but thanks to some dumb ol' curse by some bitch I'm now the fine and sex-ay ex-prostitute Gina Kinks." he said, felling overjoyed. Even though he could finally speak of the curse he still spoke in Gina's dialect. Regardless, he believed he had beaten the mental capabilities of the curse.
Washing his bloody hand in the sink, George wrapped some paper towels around his hand. Hopefully nobody would notice as he tried to find the store. Feeling more sure of himself than before, Geroge walked out of the restroom. Now that George's personality was in more control than Gina's he was even more aware of how his hips were gyrating back and forth along with the bouncing of his huge breasts. He couldn't help but show Gina's face blush with embarassment. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let Gina's personality be in a little more control, George thought.
After suffering more judging stares and whistles from strangers on the first floor, George found himself at the end of the mall on the second floor where the crowds had died out. This was due to a bunch of closed shops all grouped together that had gone out of business. Except one. George looked up and saw the sign of the store read "Veronica's Erotica." He quickly rushed in. Instantly he recognized it as a sex shop. Every kind of porno, sex toy, and fetish was definitely sold here. Before George could walk further through the store he heard a voice and looked over to where it came from.
"Sorry, miss, but I'm closin' up for tuhday." said a volumptious black woman at the cash register wearing the same outfit he had seen her in before. It was the woman who had placed the curse on George.
"You!" yelled George.
"Excuse me?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"You did this to me, bitch!"
"Did wha... Oh! Yes, ah can feel my magic coming from you right now. George, right? Or should ah say Gina?" she said with a laugh.
"Nuh uh, honey, you can call me George."
"What," the woman stopped laughing, "How can you refer to yo self as your old name? The curse don't allow it."
"I guess I resisted better than you thought huh?" George said with pride.
"This can't be," the woman said walking out from behind the cash register, "No one ain't ever done that."
"Well ah did bitch and ah also experienced everthing I thought you were. So does that mean you can go and lift this curse off me now?"
"Ha! What made you think that, girl? Ah only told you to come here so ah could see how you turned out. I must say, you become one fiiine woman."
"Are you sayin' I'm stuck like this?"
"Damn right you are, sweety! That's how the curse I learned from mah momma works. Its not like some ass like you deserves to have yo old life back." she said with a laugh.
The woman pushed George out of the store as she walked out herself and locked up, using a remote to close the metal shutter.
"Bye bye, honey." said the woman walking away, leaving George in shock.
"Wait!" yelled George.
"What now?" she turned her head.
"You nevah introduced yo self."
"What do you think it is!? I own the store."
"Veronica?"
"I'm not a hooker, but ah nevah said ah wasn't nasty." said Veronica, continuing to walk away.
George stood in place until he saw Veronica in the distance heading toward the nearest mall exit. Maybe he could find out a different method to change back from her, he thought. George ran after Veronica.
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George walked through the mall, the clicking sound of his heels almost drowned out by the voices of the people crowding the place. He was well aware of the stares he was recieving as the scantily clad volumptious black woman he appeared to be. Left and right he could see the stares of everyone young and old. Stares of lust, disgust, and surprise. Passing by an African American woman, George could see her cover the eyes of her son and daughter. The woman herself gave George a look that could have said "don't you have any decency?" George felt embarassed on the inside, but he knew on the outside Gina could care less about what anybody thought of her. So he continued through the mall looking for the store "Veronica's Erotica."
"Damn! Where is it? Dear lord, what if I never find it? What if I have to stay like this? What if I...I..." thought George before he was interrupted.
".....vah......nd it..." lingered a voice in George's thoughts.
"What was that?" thought George, confused.
"...Yo.....nevah...." lingered the voice again.
"What's going on!?" George yelled in his mind.
"YO NEVAH FIND IT!" the voice exploded in George's brain.
Holding his head in pain, George made his way through the crowds, almost knocking people over. He eventually found his way to a restroom with a single toilet, sink, and mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror George wondered what was happening to cause this voice to pop up in his head. He could have sworn it sounded like...
"Yo damn right it sounds like me!" said the voice in his head. A voice he had heard himself speak so many times already.
"It can't be," thought George, "Gina?"
"You better believe it, sugah!"
"How? I thought you were just some personality I was forced to speak as?"
"Ah am. The thought of you being stuck as me is causing you to lose yo mind."
"It is?"
"Honey, if you didn't notice, you have two different people talkin' in yo head."
"What's happening to me? I thought I gained control over you..."
"Unless you wanna have a nervous breakdown, I suggest you walk mah fine ass back home and be the whore this curse has made you to be."
"No... I may have this body and a different life, but all I have left of my old self is my thoughts. I refuse to give that up."
"You will."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
George couldn't take anymore.
"NO!"
George screamed out and smashed the mirror with his fist. Then again....and again. He ripped the shards off the broken frame, cutting his right hand. He dropped to his knees, almost crying. He continued to sit there in silence with his eyes shut. After a few minutes George opened his eyes.
"Is... Is she...gone?" he spoke in his feminine voice. "I'm still me. I'm still thinkin' like myself...me...George." he said, his eyes growing wide.
He was able to say his old name. Ever since he had become Gina, George had never been able to speak his old name. Standing up, he realized he need to test his speech.
"Hi there, sugah. Mah name's George Carnville and ah worked with computers, but thanks to some dumb ol' curse by some bitch I'm now the fine and sex-ay ex-prostitute Gina Kinks." he said, felling overjoyed. Even though he could finally speak of the curse he still spoke in Gina's dialect. Regardless, he believed he had beaten the mental capabilities of the curse.
Washing his bloody hand in the sink, George wrapped some paper towels around his hand. Hopefully nobody would notice as he tried to find the store. Feeling more sure of himself than before, Geroge walked out of the restroom. Now that George's personality was in more control than Gina's he was even more aware of how his hips were gyrating back and forth along with the bouncing of his huge breasts. He couldn't help but show Gina's face blush with embarassment. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let Gina's personality be in a little more control, George thought.
After suffering more judging stares and whistles from strangers on the first floor, George found himself at the end of the mall on the second floor where the crowds had died out. This was due to a bunch of closed shops all grouped together that had gone out of business. Except one. George looked up and saw the sign of the store read "Veronica's Erotica." He quickly rushed in. Instantly he recognized it as a sex shop. Every kind of porno, sex toy, and fetish was definitely sold here. Before George could walk further through the store he heard a voice and looked over to where it came from.
"Sorry, miss, but I'm closin' up for tuhday." said a volumptious black woman at the cash register wearing the same outfit he had seen her in before. It was the woman who had placed the curse on George.
"You!" yelled George.
"Excuse me?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"You did this to me, bitch!"
"Did wha... Oh! Yes, ah can feel my magic coming from you right now. George, right? Or should ah say Gina?" she said with a laugh.
"Nuh uh, honey, you can call me George."
"What," the woman stopped laughing, "How can you refer to yo self as your old name? The curse don't allow it."
"I guess I resisted better than you thought huh?" George said with pride.
"This can't be," the woman said walking out from behind the cash register, "No one ain't ever done that."
"Well ah did bitch and ah also experienced everthing I thought you were. So does that mean you can go and lift this curse off me now?"
"Ha! What made you think that, girl? Ah only told you to come here so ah could see how you turned out. I must say, you become one fiiine woman."
"Are you sayin' I'm stuck like this?"
"Damn right you are, sweety! That's how the curse I learned from mah momma works. Its not like some ass like you deserves to have yo old life back." she said with a laugh.
The woman pushed George out of the store as she walked out herself and locked up, using a remote to close the metal shutter.
"Bye bye, honey." said the woman walking away, leaving George in shock.
"Wait!" yelled George.
"What now?" she turned her head.
"You nevah introduced yo self."
"What do you think it is!? I own the store."
"Veronica?"
"I'm not a hooker, but ah nevah said ah wasn't nasty." said Veronica, continuing to walk away.
George stood in place until he saw Veronica in the distance heading toward the nearest mall exit. Maybe he could find out a different method to change back from her, he thought. George ran after Veronica.
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Hidden Camera
Something I thought up quickly. My only gripe with it is that I could've placed the text bubbles better.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Friday, March 4, 2011
We Have to Make Sure You Can Resist
This is something random I thought up for the image. I went through a few ways of how to tell the plot of this caption and ended up with this.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.
Comments, ratings, and criticism are always appreciated.