Friday, April 29, 2011

A Formspring question answered and polls added.

It seems like more of a request than a question though, but I answered it all the same. The caption being referred to can be seen here. http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2011/01/memory.html

Can you do more like the caption "memory" that involve moms


I can try. I've been thinking about doing more mother captions along with other captions involving subjects I've been meaning to do. If you want another in the style of "Memory" I'll see what I can do.

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I'll try my best to make another one of those types of captions. As for anyone else wanting to see more of something, I've added three polls on the left that'll let me know what you all want to see more of. I hope I chose good topics to vote from. All three will close by the end of July.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Drink Responsibly

This was a premise I thought through upon seeing the image. It eventually developed into this longer caption. My original plot involved Spells r' Us again and then that was replaced by a witch being included somehow. In the end I decided to go with a more mysterious cause for the transformation. Enjoy the result!


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Saturday, April 23, 2011

"Egg Hunt" and a Formspring question answered.

Before getting to the caption, I've answered this Formspring question.

if a spells r us store ever became real how long would it take for you to show up?


I haven't been to a mall in a month, so I wouldn't know if one really would show up. If I did come across a real life changing Spells r' Us store or heard about it, I think I would hesitate to enter. The Wizard usually has his customers change permanently and my fatasies mostly involve being a woman temporarily. I'm not sure I would take the chance. Although temptation could still get the better of me as well and I enter regardless of if I end up stuck as a woman.

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About the caption. I wanted to make something quick for Easter and this was the only picture I could find. I'm sure I have other bunny/Easter related images stored somewhere but I can't find them right now. So this is what I thought up quick. Enjoy!


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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Two more Formspring answers.

I wanted to finish the first part of the current request story I am doing before I answered these. I tried to answer them as best as I could.

i wish i was a girl soo soo bad, what can i do?!

Become educated and create a scientific formula that can naturally reverse gender. That way you can be a girl and be rich.

what would be your ideal to look like as a woman?

Of course I would want to look like an incredibly sexy woman. My ideal body would be similar to Denise Milani's 34DDD-19-34 thin figure, long legs, maybe my butt would be a little more rounder than her's. I'd be shorter, maybe 5'4" or 5'6". Long brunette hair framing a pretty face with plump pouty lips. All that with the perfect feminine voice to match my appearance.

If I was to suddenly look like this type of woman, I would want to wear everything I never would as a man. A sexy woman like I described would obviously not wear men's clothes. That would mean feminine clothing ranging from casual to form fitting to the erotic. It would be another way to take advantage of my situation after exploring my new self.

Request Story for jwargod: Best Friends Forever Part 1

This is part one of another story requested by jwargod. jwargod also supplied the image for it again. I wanted to finish this sooner but I had difficulty thinking of something that would work for the guidelines jwargod provided me to write from. I hope I can get the second part up sooner, but my busy life also contributed to the delay of this beginning part. This story also has more build up than my previous stories in which the transformation happened almost right away. I hope it turned out well.

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"There has to be a better way to pay off the rent." said Matthew.
"Listen, Matt, we don't have much of a choice. This'll be the easiest way to get the money we need right now." said Henry.
"Maybe we can talk our way into gaining an extra week get what we need. We can also find some new jobs then."
"I don't want to hear it, Matt. Come on buddy, we've been through worse together. Besides, in a city like Vegas, how can we not take our chances?"

Matthew Knight and Henry Garfield were twenty-four and twenty-five years old respectively. They had recently lost their jobs due to the video store they worked at going out of business. Living in Las Vegas, Henry had made the decision to head into the casinos to try and win as much as they could to pay off the rent of their apartment. Matthew wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but he couldn't help but go along. The money they needed to pay off the rent was seven hundred dollars and they only had two hundred and fifty. The two friends walked down the Las Vegas Strip and entered the first casino they encountered and went to work.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," said Henry, "I'm going to head over to the blackjack tables, you take this and try to win big at the slots."
"It's not like I'd have luck in anything else." said Matthew, taking the two hundred dollars Henry gave him.
"Don't worry, man. It's time to win big." Henry slapped his friend on the back.

Walking their seperate ways, Henry approached the closest blackjack table and sat down. Sitting next to him was an older man wearing a white suit and cowboy hat. He appeared to be a stereotypical Texan. In comparison he made Henry look dull in his black collared shirt and khaki pants.

"Ah! So you're my next victim," the man said with a southern accent, "I suggest you back out, son. You don't look like the type of fella to beat my luck."
"Well I say you're luck is about to run out." Henry said, not wanting to appear intimidated.
"Ha ha! That what the last couple sonuvaguns said! Maybe not those exact words, but I reckon you know what I mean."
"Yeah, sure."

While Henry's game began, Matthew was just getting started at the slot machines. Looking around Matthew thought he blended in with the crowds here well enough wearing regular street clothes of a t-shirt and jeans. All the rich big time gamblers seemed to be playing poker, blackjack, or roulette. After Matthew exchanged some of his bills for quarters, he sat down at the first slot machine he saw. Sliding a quarter in, Matthew pulled the lever and watche the reels spin.

Seven.... Seven....

"Fourteen huh," thought Henry, thinking of what to do next, "Hit me."

The blackjack dealer gave Henry another card, a six. Henry stayed with the advantage he had. He looked over at the Texan's cards seeing he had eighteen. There's was no way he could win this hand.

"Hm... Hit me." the Texan said, to Henry's surprise.

The next car given to him was a three. He had a total of twenty-one. Henry stared with his mouth gaping. The Texan laughed hard. Henry knew his luck could change though. He wondered if Matthew was having any better luck at the moment. Unfortunately, Matthew wasn't having much luck either. Matthew had pulled the lever of the slot machine ten times already and he was beginning to lose any hope he tried to gather. On his eleventh pull however, he got three cherries on the reels followed by two more successful pulls. Henry was beginning to start a chain wins as well.

"I don't believe it!" said the Texan,
"Looks like you luck's run out old man." said Henry.
"You better watch your tongue son."
"Yeah, sure."

Henry had managed to win back one hundred and thirty-seven dollars and won back triple the amount. The Texan was becoming angry at his vanishing luck. Fortuneately for the him, everything went downhill for Henry with the next few turnouts. He thought he would play it safe but greed got the better of him. Henry ended up losing half of what he gained back. Henry backed out cursing to himself and walked away, hearing the old Texan laugh behind him. He hoped he never ran into him again. Henry was left with two hundred and five dollars, not as much as what he started with. He was dreading the bad news Matthew would have with his winnings. Through the crowds of the casino, Henry noticed Mathew walking towards him. He was holding a bag of what looked like his winnings.

"So, how much did you win?" asked Henry.
"Plenty more than what I had before," exclaimed Matthew, "I got two hundred and thirty dollars here."
"Lucky you," Henry said, annoyed that Matthew did better than him, "That only puts us at four hundred and thirty-five dollars however."
"Well, we can still try the poker tables."
"Hell no! You know niether of us is good at poker."
"So, do we give Mr. Wells what we have and hope he lets us keep the apartment a bit longer?"
"That stubborn landlord hates us too much for that. There's only one thing we can do with this money." Henry began to grin.
"You mean..." Matthew trailed off, knowing what Henry would say.
"That's right, Matt, my old friend. Time to go to the strip club."

Matthew knew this probably wasn't the best decision, especially since they barely had enough money, but it couldn'y hurt to have a short lapdance. The two friends made their way over to the Pole Swingers strip club and sat down in front of the main stage. After seeing three of the girls do their sets and slipping ones and fives into g-strings, Henry and Matthew each decided to get to get some private attention from one of the girls walking around. Henry walked over to a busty blonde and discussed how much a moment of her time would take. Matthew ended up being approached by a thin asian stripper wearing pink star pasties over her small breasts, a white thong showed from her jean cutoffs that revealed he buttcheeks of her nicely rounded rear, and pink four inch platform heels. She lead Matthew into one of the back rooms.

"My name is Emma," said the asian stripper, "What's yours, honey?"
"It's Matthew." he replied.
"Well, Matthew, I'm about to give you the best lapdance a hundred bucks can buy."
"Sounds good."
"Just remember. No touching."

Meanwhile in another private room, Henry was getting his own lapdance. The busty blonde, who introduced herself as Krystal, waved her ass inches away in front of Henry's face. He only wished that no touching policy wasn't in the way of getting to know Krystal a lot better. Gazing at the gyrations of her butt, Henry couldn't help but get a squeeze in. Krstal responded with a small squeal.

"Hey, didn't I tell you there was no touching? Do you want one of the boucers to throw you out?" she threatened.
"Baby, it's a rough time for me right now. How about letting me get in a squeeze here and there?"
"No way," she said, turning around and still dancing, "I've never done that before and I don't plan on letting it happen on my last night here."
"Last night?"
"Yeah, me and my friend Emma have been working here to pay off some college loans." Krystal casually mentioned as she slid off her yellow bikini top.
"College? To think I thought of you as a bimbo." Henry blurted out.
"Well aren't you shallow?"
"Come on, blondie, just a few grabs." he said, ignoring what she had said.

Krystal turned again, away from Henry, giving him the chance to stand up from the chair he sat on and grab Krystal's boobs from behind. She screamed out.

"I could've sworn your boobs would be fake. You're a real natural beauty." Henry said.
"Damn it, get off me!" Krystal said, struggling.
"You know you like it."
"Dwayne!"

In through the door, Henry saw walk in a black man with a muscular body crossing his arms.

"I see there's a problem here." Dwayne the bouncer said in a stern voice.

Matthew was completely unaware his friend was getting a severe beating as he got his lapdance from Emma. She sat on his lap and rotated her upper body, her breasts going in and away from Matthew's face.

"You like this don't you?" asked Emma.
"How can I not?" responded Matthew.
"I thought as much."
"If only your boobs were a little bigger, they'd be smacking my face right now."
"Mine are still great though, right?"
"Well I kind of prefer bigger knockers on women," he said, not thinking, "Want to do me a favor?"
"What's that?" trying to forget the remark about her breasts.
"I like it when Japanese girls speak in a thick accent. Could you do that for? I'll pay extra."
"I don't have to accept that offer. Also, I'm Korean, not Japanese."
"Sorry, but I don't think it would make much difference as long as you know what I mean."
"I think your time is up, Matthew." Emma said, getting off Matthew's lap and trying to supress her anger.
"Did I say something wrong?" thought Matthew, in belief that he still had five minutes left for the lapdance.

Matthew's thoughts were interuptted when he heard a loud crashing sound. He left the private room a few steps behind Emma to see one of the bouncers roughing up Henry. The beating didn't look like it was going to stop and Henry's face was bloody. Matthew rushed over to help his friend.

"Krystal, what happened?" Emma asked, approaching her friend.
"That jerk wouldn't stop grabbing me. He also insulted my intelligence and thought I had fake boobs." Krystal explained.
"Oh really? His friend there made some remarks about my breasts and my ethnicity."
"Are you serious?"
"Very."
"Do you think they deserve a certain...punishment?"
"I think so, Krystal."

Henry and Matthew flew through the air and into the trash cans behind the strip club. The bouncer brushed his hands together after another night of doing what he loved getting paid to do. He walked back into the strip club and closed the door behind him. Henry wiped some blood away from his nose and Matthew tried to stay off a now sprained ankle. The back door of the club opened again as Krystal and Emma stepped outside.

"Ladies," started Matthew, "Allow me to apologize for the actions of myself and my friend. We're really sorry."
"I'm not." Henry said, spitting out blood.
"Save it." said Emma.
"Yeah, you're nothing but an asshole and you are terrible for just being friends with him." said Krystal, referring to Henry and then Matthew.
"I hardly think that's fair to assume." said Matthew.
"That didn't stop either of you from making assumptions about each of us, said Emma, "I swear, you two have to be the worst men we've encountered in Vegas."
"Seriously?"
"And because of that, we feel you two deserve what we are going to do to you." said Krystal.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" asked Henry.
"Something my grandmother taught me. Ready, Emma?"
"Yes."

The two strippers each walked to one side of the two friends. Henry and Matthew were puzzled as to what the two women were going to do. They chanted in unison.

"You who have wronged us and offended us, hear our words. Become that of which you believed and desired us to be. May you live in your world, but not by your current appearances. Remain helpless to return. Stiripsaah emocaah dnaah retlaah ehtaah sevilaah foaah esohtaah ewaah meedaah mucsaah!"

Henry and Matthew felt a chill and continued to stare at the strippers until they walked back inside the strip club. They looked at each other in confusion.

"What the fuck was that all about?" questioned Henry.
"Not sure. Let's just get back to the apartment. We have bigger things to worry about." said Matthew.
"Yeah. Thanks for trying to save me back there, Matt." he said, wiping more blood from his nose.
"Hey, you'd do the same for me."

The two friends made their way over to Henry's car and drove back to the apartment. Out of the four hundred and thirty-five dollars they had earned they had used two hundred and fifty-five at the strip club. Henry washed the blood off his face and managed to stop his nose from bleeding any further. They both decided to call it a night and went to their respective rooms, not bothering to change out of their clothes. As they both tried to sleep they couldn't help but feel a strange sense of disorientation.

Henry woke up the next morning feeling the strangest he had ever felt in his entire life. An immense amount of pressure was pushing down on his chest. He lifted his head up to see something huge protruding underneath his blankets. Stretching the material of his shirt to it's limits was what appeared to be giant breasts. Matthew wanted to yell, but it cam out as a high pitched scream. Matthew heard another scream outside his room. The door to his room opened and in walked a very busty blonde woman whose baggy pants had just fallen to the floor.

"Oh gee, is that you, Matt?" asked the woman.
"Who are you!?" asked Mathew, shocked by the sound of his voice.
"Matt, it's, like, me Henry!"
"You Henry?" he spoke again, knowing something was wrong with his voice.

Matthew jumped out of his bed, feeling the immense breasts on his chest almost cause him to lose balance. He felt his now baggy pants fall to the fall as he joined the blonde woman who claimed to be Henry in front of the mirror in his room. They both lifted their stretched out shirts. Henry gasped in horror while Matthew covered his mouth.


"Oh my gawd! What happened to us!?" said Henry.
"I not understand. Why we rike this?" questioned Matthew.
"Like, how am I supposed to know!? Gee, Matt, you're asian! Your boobies are sooo big! And why are you, like, talking like you have a, you know, thick accent?"
"Me? Why you tark rike bimbo? You right though, I asian! No... I think I Japanese!"
"I bet those stripper bitches are the ones that totally did this to us with, like, that weird chanting and stuff."
"What we gonna do, Henry? We can't ret no one see us rike this!"

A loud knocking startled the two friends, causing Matthew to lose his balance and fall over. His huge breasts pinning him down.

"Wake up, you two, it's time for you to pay your rent damn it." said the voice of the landlord outside their apartment.
"It Mr. Werls! Henry, what we do?" asked Matthew.
"Oh gawd. Don't worry, Matt. I'll, like, take care of it."
"How?" he said, still trying to stand up.
"I don't know. I'll, like...do something."

Still unfamiliar with the way his new body was moving, Henry walked to the front door of the apartment. The whole time his breasts jiggled and his hips swayed back and forth. Taking a deep breath, Henry opened the door.

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Saturday, April 16, 2011

"Wishing on the Bus" and Formspring answers

While I continue to write the next request story for jwargod, I thought I could post this to make up for the lack of captions recently. I've had the idea for this caption since I found the image. I also responded to two Formspring questions from two anonymous people.

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What a sexy blog - how do you do it?


This blog is possible thanks to my ideas and interests of TG fiction. I figured if I created my own blog I would create more TG fiction with content I preferred in captions and stories, plus I thought it would be great for people who like the same content I do in TG fiction.

When was the first time you found yourself thinking, "I wish I could be a sexy girl?"

It had to be somewhere back in 2004 when I was first finding out about TG fiction. Back then I saw a Mountain Dew commercial where this guy had a remote car key that lead to transforming his friend into a sexy woman. When trying to find the commercial online in a video I could watch it in slow motion, I eventually ran across sites involving TG. I guess it was around this time I began to wonder what it would be like to be female.

From that time I often wondered if my life would have been better if I had been born a girl. I'd also fantasize about turning into a sexy woman or what it would be like possessing women I knew or met. Even though I have these thoughts from time to time, I'm still fine with who I am now and I couldn't imagine my life being better as anyone else. Hopefully I can meet a girl with an interest in TG ficion and be a little more open about this stuff. Another of my fantasies as a woman involved lesbian sex. As far as real life is concerned if there was an actual way, magical or chemical, I could turn into a real woman and still be able to change back to my normal self, I think I would consider it. As of now it is nothing but fantasy.

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And now the caption.


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I added a formspring.

I noticed a few other people have this on their blogs and I thought I'd try it out. So if you want to ask anything, it's right there on the left.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

About tf-media.net shutting down.

I just want to express what I felt about that site being shut down. I respect TFguy's decision and the site will be missed due to it having been a good site for a collection of TG fiction and captions. Except now I won't be able to see continuations of The Blob by Bigmouthstrikes. mtac030 also had a good CYOT going.

It's private message system was also the only way anyone could of contacted me since I prefer not giving out any sort of email. On that note I am currently working on another story requested by jwargod. edit: If you want to contact me, you can send me a private message on this site now. http://www.rachelshaven.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Getting Herself Ready

In addition to this caption I decided to rearrange the blog a bit so some of the more larger animated gifs I post in captions don't stretch off into anything on the side. Which means I've added the actual images to these two posts instead of their links.

http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2010/12/always-remember-instructions.html
http://sp2000tgcaptions.blogspot.com/2010/12/experiment.html

I've also added an "Okay" rating below the posts in case you think a caption or story isn't "Good" or "Bad." I hope you all like the way I've moved things around. Enjoy the new caption!

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It has been a month since I had been cursed by that old gypsy. I lost the masculinity I was so proud of and became everything I desired in a woman. At first I was so depressed I didn't think I could go on. My friends and family saw how much distress I was in and decided to help me through it. I honestly never thought I could get used to this body. Now it was time to hit the social scene with a few female friends of mine to see if I could act like the woman I appeared to be. I couldn't believe myself. Applying make up to my lips and eyes, dressing in sexy stockings with a garter belt and zipping up a dress that really shows my curves. I was a beautiful woman and ready for my first night out.

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Friday, April 1, 2011

Unexpected Prank Result

Quick caption for April Fool's Day.


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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.


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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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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Complaint



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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.


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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.








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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!


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Plump Gal

Be careful what you call people.


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Sunday, March 13, 2011

Appearances Can Be Decieving

Another Spells 'r Us caption with possession.


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Bad Time for Possession

Long caption I was inspired to write when I saw the image.


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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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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Spring Break


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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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Might As Well Give In



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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.


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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.


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