Halloween 2025

 I've been meaning to update this for a while now, adding what I've been doing and even a few story recommends but time just got away from me. I was also going to, due to it being spooky season, do a quick bit of flash fiction but even that I've struggled with so here is a double header of caps featuring monster based weirdness from 2014. These were created for the Rachel's Haven October Caption Contest with the theme of 'You are the Thing Demons are Afraid of'. Looking back, I quite like these two and in a lot of ways they sum up my style and humour. 

Enjoy and Happy Halloween! 

Invasion (2014)

Demon Rising (2014)

The Capping Years: 2013

The caption I've chosen for 2013 is something a little different which is perhaps why I've selected it. Vancouverite over at Rachel's Haven asked for a twisted wishes type scenario.  There would be a gender change...but with a caveat. In this case you either have large, but fake looking, breasts, a large bum or the dress sense of a hooker once you are outside of the office. As you might be able to tell I loved writing the fashion part of this as I love messing with styles. Never done anything before it before and luckily this was well received so I was proud of it. 

What would you choose? Let me know in the comments...

You Make the Call: Working Girl (1) (2013)

You Make the Call: Working Girl (2) (2013)

My Week #9

 I had hoped to complete (or even start) the third and final part of The Beach this week but unfortunately I haven't really had the time plus some technology issues. I was due to have a new laptop this week but looks like it was delivered to the wrong address or someone just plain stole it so that's a depressing thought. Not that I'm oblivious to the fact that people can be shits but I had a little more faith in humanity than that. Mistakes I can handle.

Anyway, in lieu of that I thought I would add a couple of things I saw this week. First up was the film Predestination which is a 2014 sci-fi movie starring Ethan Hawke and Sarah Snook that centres around time travel. I don't want to say an awful lot about it as it's best going in cold but if generally you like time travel movies then give this a go. It's still on Amazon Prime here in the UK. The film deals with transgender themes alongside those of identity although they aren't the main focus. The design aspect is brilliant too with some great 1960s style dresses for the Space Force sequences and a cool take on a time machine.

The other one is a music video. I'm surprised I've never done a series on music videos as there are more that deal with TG, crossdressing and body swapping than you would think. The below is the 2011 song TYP D.I.S.C.O by Israeli electro pop group The Young Professionals which also stars Israeli drag artist and gay icon Uriel Yekutiel.

Looking up the details for this post I'm surprised that this is nine years old. I know that musically I don't have my finger on the pulse much anymore but this is ridiculous. Anyway this is an excellent video with a cool 80s vibe to it and I'm thrilled that a male performer is wearing the same outfits as the female dancers. He's very Freddie Mercury too. 

The Beach: Part Two

Becky sauntered along the beach, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind almost colliding with the ice creams she had just bought. Dressed in a skimpy pink bikini she attracted a lot of attention and loved every minute of it. She always flashed back a wink and a grin at whichever man’s eyes caught hers. By contrast Samantha was dressed a little too warmly for a day on the beach as a brown shawl covered her shoulders with black socks and Doc Marten boots covering her feet. Her one concession to the beach was the blue one-piece swimsuit she wore and not even the sun would make her look up from her Charles Dickens omnibus. The one thing that did make her do so though was a mint choc-chip ice cream casually placed in the large tome like a bookmark and a giggling Becky as she licked her raspberry ripple; the colour almost matching her bright red fingernails. The two girls, both in their early 20s were college roommates but had very different outlooks on the day.

“Uh…thanks…I think,” said Samantha lifting the treat from the pages of her book. “Welcome!” trilled Becky. “Now are you going to put that down and come and have a swim with me? You said you would try and enjoy the day.” “How can I with all this revision and college starting up in a few weeks. You know, you should be doing this too!” “I will do but c’mon Sam it’s summer. We’re entitled to a break to recharge our thingummies,” “Yeah, and we both know what you like to plug into to recharge,” Samantha noted as two men with washboard chests and tiny Speedos jogged by and caught Becky’s eye. “I can’t help it if there are so many hotties down…” her voice trailed off as the beach went silent and a bell tolled somewhere in the background.

The ice creams were the first casualty as the girls dropped them into the sand with Samantha’s book making a dull thud as it hit the ground when she stood up but yet she didn’t seem to worry as they were both caught in the Silent Swapper’s trance. The two friends then began undressing and switching clothes. It didn’t take Becky long to untie her short bikini and take off her pink flip-flops to present them to Samantha while the other girl peeled off her layers. A few moments ago Samantha, as much as she liked her friend, would not have been seen dead in her beach attire but now she casually slipped into it as if she had done so that morning; tying the top around her neck as a bigger chest filled it up and pulling up the thong bikini bottom which accentuated her ass as it was rounding itself out. Her skin was a little more tanned and evidence of a skincare regime could be seen. Smart red fingernails replaced her stubby ones and long brown hair with pink highlights replaced her black bob. She slid her feet, also with matching red toenails, into Becky’s pink flip-flops.

Becky’s skin grew less tanned and a little greasier to match a life spent inside reading as she dressed in Samantha’s blue swimsuit that covered more of her body than she usually liked. She pulled on the black socks over her now colourless toenails and covered them in the black boots with the thick soles. As her once bright blonde hair dulled and shortened itself into a dirty brown bob, she pulled the brown shawl over her shoulders and gave a shiver. Her nails grew shorter and she picked up the book from the sand. Becky then gave Samantha her hot pink heart-shaped sunglasses from the top of her head in exchange for her more functional silver reading glasses and took her seat on the blanket. Time soon restarted and the chatter from the beach filled the air once more.

“What…was I saying?” Sammie looked puzzled. “Oh darn and where’s my ice cream!” “You probably ate it,” Rebecca looked up from her book, wiping the sand away “What the hell happened to this? Did I fall asleep?” “Probably. That book looks way boring,” snorted Sammie. “See, just another reason why you shouldn’t be reading at the beach. Come for a swim with me, pleeease!” “Ok, ok, maybe in like half an hour. I need to sort this out” she replied. Sammie looked up as a new car arrived in the car park and suddenly her face lit up. “Oooh fresh fish! I’m gonna go and greet them” she smiled, adjusting her bikini slightly and prancing away. “Typical. Those poor dudes,” Rebecca smiled and said to herself as she turned the page and resumed reading her book.

Terri Is Sick #9

Here is another nursing themed caption from my medicine cabinet.

This was originally created for Linda Mallone over at Rachel's Haven.

The New Nurse (2013)

The Role Exchanger: Office Christmas Party- Part Three

Disclaimer: The Role Exchanger concept is the property of Morpheus and the original stories can be found at Fictionmania. The below is my own work.

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Zoe Smith slumped into one of the sofas and sighed. She opened her bag, small and emblazoned with a skull, and brought out a small bottle of vodka. A triumph over the lazy shop owner who didn’t bother checking her age. She poured some of it in the orange juice she had been given and took a gulp. Slipping the cap back on, Zoe shoved the bag under her seat and looked at her watch. How much longer would she be forced to stay here when she could be at home writing or listening to music? Only one thing could make it worse and Zoe saw her parading through the door. Little Miss Perfect, Stacey Ambroise stomping in on her high heels attracting looks and smiling back sweetly like a Barbie doll. Both Zoe and Stacey were 17 years old and at the office on work experience. Her parents wanted her to attend to make ‘connections’ and perhaps she would get out of the ‘goth phase’. She snorted as Stacey stomped over wearing a blue dress with a bow around the middle and a large handbag on her arm. “Your parents made you come too, Wendy Addams?” she sneered, taking a seat next to Zoe. “That’s Wednesday Addams and that’s not even my name anyway and yes they are,” she replied. They both attended the same school and rarely spoke to each other and would have stayed that way had they not been sent here together. “How long should we stay? I have parties to go to,” Stacey asked, setting her bag down on the table. “If we wait until the first person goes and then leave about ten minutes later. Should work. Someone should be leaving soon babysitters and all that.” They both looked up as a blue light passed and Stacey remarked that she wouldn’t look as good in the harsh lighting.

Suddenly Zoe’s eyes were drawn to a tattoo on Stacey’s perfectly tanned arm; a circle of thorns looping around. “Hey, we have the same tat, I actually have some respect for you,” she smiled. “What! What! No! No! How can that be there eeeew,” screamed Stacey, her face contorted into fear and viewing her new ink as if it were a spider crawling up her arm. “You mean you have this too?” “Yeah, see,” Zoe rolled up her sleeve, putting her arm next to Stacey’s but nothing was there. “That’s weird? Where did it go?” Zoe examined her body as her tattoos faded and reappeared on Stacey’s body in the exact same places. “Oh wow, you now have all my tats!” she exclaimed. Stacey examined her body with the same look on her face as various tattoos sprung up from skulls to roses to pin-ups. “Check your knickers too,” Zoe smiled. Stacey shuffled into a corner, pulled up her skirt and took a peak. “Eeew! That’s disgusting! Why did you do that to yourself!” she turned and shouted at Zoe. “Not me, not now, you did it to yourself. I bet it looks at least a year old. Oh dear, what will mummy and daddy say!” she replied, laughing. “I’ll have to get some new ones now.” “I can jutht pay to get..what thith,” Stacey felt something in her mouth marring her speech. She stuck her tongue out to find a new piercing stuck in it. More piercings appeared in Stacey’s eyebrows, her lip and in her bellybutton just as they disappeared from Zoe’s face as the holes healed up. “Oh my piercings too! This is great! Now you’re Goth Barbie!”

Looking down at her newly pierced bellybutton with a black skull and crossbones, Stacey smiled a little. She was secretly pleased with the piercing and had always wanted to get her bellybutton pierced. She would have to change the piercing of course but even then it looked quite nice. Looking again at her hand, she noticed she was now wearing black nail polish but even her nails didn’t look as nice as normal, they were cut a little roughly. “Hey, laughing girl, what colour are your nails now?” she asked with a smile. The smile on Zoe’s face started to fade when she looked down to find that her nails were now baby blue and not only that but she now had an expensive looking French manicure, a far cry from her usual shortly clipped nails with her toes changed to match. “No, no, this can’t be right!” she said also noticing that her skin was a lot darker than it had been – and it was spreading throughout her body. Soon Zoe had an all over spray tan, just like the ones she used to make fun of Stacey and her friends for having. By contrast, Stacey’s skin was looking paler, like she had barely been outside apart from her face, which now had a touch of white make-up on. Her perfect blonde hair was now a little less perfect. It wasn’t as styled and looked, messier and less cared for with red streaks in it. However Zoe’s brown hair was now perfectly styled and primped as if she been to a professional salon. Her red streaks had been removed and her hair had a sheen and fluffiness to it, perfectly matching Stacey’s when she had first walked in that night.

“I see we use the same salon. We should get a mani pedi together sometime,” Stacey grinned as Zoe panicked. Picking up her bag, she reached in and handed Zoe her compact. Examining her face, she was shocked to discover that her make-up was now – perfect. Ruby red lips, a light touch of blusher and some light eyeshadow just under her finely plucked eyebrows that were now drawn on. Glancing over at Stacey, she noticed that her Goth make-up had also now been transferred. Stacey now wore black eye shadow, lots of mascara and had dark red lipstick on. They both felt a final shimmer in the room and then calm. Zoe looked down to find herself dressed exactly like Stacey in her tightly fitting blue dress and heels. Stacey stood up a little unsteadily as she now sported a new pair of goth boots along with Zoe’s black dress with a corset wrapped around her waist and a pair of ripped fishnets covering her legs. “So Barbie, how’s Ken?” Stacey said snarkily. “No, no this is not right! I’m not you! I don’t want to be dressed like you! I’m so embarrassed!” cried Zoe, hitching Stacey’s bag onto her arm and storming off in the direction of the toilets, her heels clip clopping noisily all the way.

“ Huh, bitch took my bag,” sighed Stacey, slumping back into her chair and noticing Zoe’s bag underneath the chair opposite. She pulled the skull shaped bag out and started to rummage through it, thinking it much cooler than her old one. She picked out a small mirror, chipped at the edges, and examined her new look. The more she thought about it, the more badass she looked. Mum and dad would freak out and so would most of the kids at school. Good, she thought, feeling happy that she would freak people out. She was tired of living up to what everyone else wanted her to be; going to boring parties with boring narcissistic people. Ooh naughty Zoe, she thought, taking the vodka bottle out of the bag and pouring some in her cup. Time for some fun.

Zoe walked into the toilets and looked at herself in the mirror. For some reason a large cock and balls were drawn in lipstick across the main mirror. Rumour was that Sophie did it but that couldn’t be right, still it was that sort of evening. Zoe thought that she now looked like those vain airheads she hated although…she had never seen herself looking more beautiful. Her skin looked healthy, hair was styled in a new way, which she loved, and her make-up perfectly highlighted the best areas of her face and brought them out. Opening the bag, she took out Stacey’s smaller cosmetics bag and started to freshen up her face. Some of the girls said she looked really beautiful and asked her if the goth thing was just an act and if she could smarten up for the office more often and the thought entered her head that maybe she would. Perhaps she could buy some new clothes, brighter colours maybe and carry more make-up with her so she could touch it up more often and be more presentable. Stacey’s phone bleeped with a text message showing the address of another party. Maybe she should go and freak everyone out. Really show all those airheads what she could look like. Yes, perhaps leave here just after she finished touching up her mascara.

Steve, now calling himself Steph, wandered into the toilets and did a double take as she saw the new Zoe pass by. Wasn’t that the grumpy intern who broke her coffee mug last week? She sighed, it was madness out there and she wanted a bit of peace, Looking at her new self in the mirror she mused that this was going to take some getting used to. She glanced over at the cubicles behind her with apprehension and a full bladder. Did it all still work the same ‘down there’? Of course, there were some obvious changes but hopefully since she was a newborn woman, so to speak, she would have at least a month to get used to her new body until it became time for her period. Just then, Steph heard a shriek come from the cubicles and a woman emerged sheepishly, cheeks redder than a field full of roses, with a large bulge protruding from under her tight black skirt. Steph knew that the other side of that wall, in the men’s toilets, one man had just had a new vagina emerge. Perhaps she better go and lend an understanding ear to them both. Looking out of a half open window, she caught sight of what she thought was a shooting star, streaking blue across the sky, but it was really the Role Exchanger searching for its next destination.

The End 

The Role Exchanger: Office Christmas Party - Part One

Disclaimer: The Role Exchanger concept is the property of Morpheus and the original stories can be found here at Fictionmania. The below is my own work.

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The Role Exchanger drifted through the Eastern Way Industrial Estate on a cold winter’s night’s night, its blue light perfectly aligning with the clear sky. The estate was clear but for a few office blocks with their lights still on. One such office was that of Albert and Co Plumbing Supplies. Gerald Albert had just finished his latest report to the shareholders and had bid goodnight to trusty George, the security guard. They both remarked at how clear the sky was and that there appeared to be a strange blue light up there for just a second. Gerald stepped into his jaguar and immediately the CD player started up with his chosen disc of Beethovan’s finest symphonies but strangely he didn’t feel in the mood tonight. No, the music was boring him. He needed something with a good beat, something you could sing along to, so he switched on the radio and settled on Rock Radio as Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of Hell screeched out at him. He smiled and started to drive away pondering that night’s entertainment. For some reason the planned documentary he had recorded on Canadian Beavers didn’t strike him interesting enough, thinking of the word ‘beaver’ actually made him snigger a little like a schoolboy. Perhaps something with a little more action like a good Stallone or Van Damme movie. Not that he had seen any of course but he knew he could stop off at a petrol garage and pick some up cheaply. By coincidence George, a well known rock fan, couldn’t get Beethoven’s ninth symphony out of his head after hearing a small snatch of music from his boss’s car and on his next break Classic FM will be heard emanating from his security hut.

The Role Exchanger would be long gone by the time that happened though as the alien entity drifted on through the near desolate industrial estate. One block had its lights on and music blaring out however as J.R Murdoch Ltd was having its annual office Christmas party. Attracted by the signs of life, the Role Exchanger took a detour and headed straight for the offices. It managed to sneak in behind sales manager, Steve Roberts who was looking forward to letting down his hair for the night. Dressed in a red shirt and black trousers he marched over to grab some of the buffet. Taking a plate from the pile stood Lucy Rogers dressed in a patterned purple top and knee length black skirt with her long brown hair flowing down her shoulders. She normally dressed all in black with her hair tied in a bun but now it looked like she had relaxed a little for the party and Steve was attracted by this new side of her. He immediately made a beeline for her and started to chat as they lined up to collect their food. Lucy then noticed that the lights were a little bright and Steve agreed. There had been an odd blue light shining ever since he walked in.

Suddenly Steve felt an odd tingle ripple through his body and without thinking grabbed the belt of his trousers as they were about to fall. His hand was now smaller and more feminine with long nails. The rest of his body had changed accordingly and his new slender frame was unable to keep up his trousers while his red shirt hung loosely around his shoulders with his new breasts barely making themselves known. As his new, long brown hair draped over his shoulders, he looked like a woman who had just awoken from a night of passion and put on her boyfriend’s shirt. Steve had also lost a couple of inches of height while it looked like Lucy had gained it. “What the fuck has happened to us!” he exclaimed. “I don’t know,” she replied having just also gained a fully male body. Her hair had shortened into a new style and her breasts had disappeared into rock hard pecs. Unfortunately her clothes were unable to take the strain of her new muscley body and had begun to tear. She immediately took off her heels as they had begun to dig into her new, bigger feet. A large and noticeable bulge also appeared in her skirt. “We have to get out of here,” she added.

Luckily at that moment a distraction was provided as Nayla, one of the secretaries, let out a scream as she suddenly aged over 30 years. Entering the party as a 28 year old, she was now in her late 50s having traded ages with the now young looking senior manager Herbert. Steve took advantage of the commotion and noticed that one of the offices were free. He grabbed Lucy’s hand to drag her in but could no longer move her and in fact his shoes kept slipping off his new feminine feet. Luckily Lucy saw what he was trying to do and dragged him in there herself. It gave her quite a rush to be the strong one for once. Inside the empty office both began to strip off as the changes their bodies had gone through had negated any nervousness at their nudity. It was now perfectly clear that they had both switched gender. Steve suggested they switch clothes and leave quietly and Lucy agreed. As she pulled on his boxers, jeans and shirt, he started puzzling how to put on her clothes. She laughed (her giggle now a manly chuckle) and helped him with his new bra and suggested how to put on her tights as well as helping him into her heels. At least their swap had left them with roughly the same clothes size as each other. Steve felt frustrated by his new stature while Lucy began to enjoy hers.

As they opened the door, intending to make a quick run to their cars, they felt enticed by the music. Everyone else seemed to be in disarray as well as it was clear that more changes had taken place. Lucy felt more confident now and was just itching to see what her new body could do – and who had suddenly given her a boner. Steve decided to stay for a few drinks. Perhaps he would be in a better place to charm the boss. Unfortunately his new gender also made him a target for some of the more drunken men in the office and their endless supply of mistletoe.

Natalie and Tim were talking in the corner. Tim put down his drink and headed for the door. “Back in a minute, just going for a smoke,” he said as she sighed. They had been going out for 6 months now and one of the only things they disagreed on was his smoking. “I told you, you should get one of those vape things,” she replied. “Nothing like the real thing,” he added. “Well, enjoy the rain,” she smiled as a blue light caught her eye. “I won’t,” he said, walking down the stairs. The lingering smoke from Tim’s jacket, now resting on the back of the chair suddenly set something off in Natalie. Usually she found it a turn off, it used to get right up her nose, but now there was something so warm and familiar about it. She grabbed the jacket, put it around her shoulders and headed outside after Tim.

Sheltering from the rain, Tim just about got his cigarette lit but started coughing as the disgusting taste spread throughout his mouth. It can’t be the brand he always bought the same? Why was the taste so terrible? How had he managed to smoke this much for the last ten years? Suddenly Natalie appeared from behind him. “Say, um, maybe I ought to try one. I never have before,” she said meekly. “Here, knock yourself out,” Tim sighed, passing her his still burning cigarette. He felt frustrated and smoking was supposed to relieve that but perhaps he was better off without it. Natalie seemed to be enjoying it though and indeed it felt like a comfortable old habit to her. This was great; all her frustrations seemed to drift away. What hadn’t she been doing this before? “I think I’m going back inside and get some food, are you coming?” Tim asked. “Actually I might stay for another,” she replied, already thinking of nipping to one of the nearby shops for her own pack. “ Here you go,” he said, pressing his half empty pack and lighter into her hand. “Enjoy the rain,” he added, heading inside.

The Role Exchanger: Office Christmas Party - Preamble

Last Christmas I started writing a Role Exchanger story set around an office Christmas party...and didn't quite get it done in time. I did use some of it as a caption for 25 Caps of Christmas 2015 on Rachel's Haven and put another bit up on here. I did intend to finish it off and put it all up on here...and then it got later...and later. A few weeks late doesn't matter but it got so late I didn't bother and left it.

I've finally finished it this year (mainly because leaving it yet another year would seem silly) and intend putting it up here in about three parts over the next few days. It's still a bit rough and may sound like Morpheus in places mainly because, not trying to directly rip him off, but I've included a few phrases and ideas to help with the feel of the thing.

So why haven't I put it up on Fictionmania? A little bit scared to be honest which is odd because I used to write fan fiction about various TV shows and post it on a couple of sites about 10-15 years ago.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Dr. Jekyll and Sister Hyde (1971)

I think I mentioned this film in an earlier blog but today I gave it proper watch after having it on my DVR for the last couple of months so I thought I would do a quick blog. 

This is a sex-swap Hammer horror take on The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson which has to be the granddaddy of all transformation fiction. The film was written by Brian Clemens who sadly died earlier this year and who wrote for many great TV shows including The Avengers and The Professionals. 

The story is set in Victorian London and sees workaholic scientist Dr. Jekyll begin work on an elixir of life using female hormones. The potion turns him into a beautiful but deadly woman whom he passes off as his sister 'Mrs Hyde' whenever anyone asks. Jekyll is forced to continue killing young women to continue his research and as Hyde becomes the dominant personality, she takes over the killing to sustain herself. The two personalities battle for their body and things reach a head over the Spencer family who live upstairs. Jekyll begins a friendship with doe-eyed Susan while Hyde falls for her brother Howard. Ultimately the police catch up with Jekyll after his latest killing and he falls to his death from a rooftop caught in mid-transformation for ever more while his hastily written confession burns in the lab. 

This is an entertaining Victorian mash-up which includes the elements of the real life stories of grave robbers Burke and Hare and Jack the Ripper which Jekyll becoming the feared Whitechapel killer. Although he isn't named as such (and is only referred to as The Ripper once) all the elements are there from the top hat and cloak and the removal of organs with surgical precision. I think there's even a Sweeney Todd reference. Sadly, we don't see Jekyll in drag after changing back but we do get Hyde in a dressing gown. Martine Beswick is brilliant as Hyde in a succession of red dresses (starting with a curtain) symbolizing her bloody birth, talents as a murderess and sexuality. Hyde is her own separate personality rather than being just Jekyll in female form. The first transformation is marvellous too as we seamlessly switch from one actor to another.

Sexual repression is often a theme with TF stories and here Hyde is the more sensual but after the transformations also wake Jekyll up to his feelings for Susan. There is a lovely moment though when Jekyll reaches out and touches Howard's face; confusing his feelings as Hyde becomes more dominant. 

This was an enjoyable movie overall. 

Pink Library #5: SlutFest

The title might put you off a bit but this is one of my very favourite TG stories combining so many elements that I love and the author, Wyrdey, has become one of my favouirtes. I expect I shall be covering more of their tales in the future.

SlutFest by Wyrdey

The premise is simple: in order to make a name for themselves a frat house holds a competition to find the biggest slut on campus, the titular SlutFest. On the night of the contest, a disgruntled goth girl casts a spell (because they always know magic in TG storeis) which freezes time and makes the girls switch clothes with the guys which of course ends up with them fully changing genders.

The clothes swap is described in wonderful detail through every stage from underwear through to hats, make-up and accessories. Everything switched. One of my favourite lines describes the girls slipping their feet into sneakers while the guys cram theirs into heels and it's one I've since used variations on in my own caption work. Once it's over, time restarts and the everyone at the party slips into their new roles. It's a lot of fun to read about the guys suddenly slipping into the roles of attention seeking 'sluts'. For example, Marcus and Rod starting to snog and grope each other, making sure everyone's looking before starting wrestle in jelly. The frat becomes a sorority with a line in racy parties.

I loved this story so much I've used a similar device in a series of captions. I've also added a touch of Role Exchanger in that it's a mysterious alien entity. The Silent Swapper makes time freeze and a clock can be heard striking in the background before two characters exchange clothes. After the initial swap, they fully become the gender of the other person and take on their personality.

The below caption was created for Commentator on Rachel's Haven.

Poolside (2013)

Girl Gang

One fantasy I've been having recently is being made to join a girl gang.

This is a variation on my usual transformation fantasy in which I'm being taught by someone how to be like them. My version is mainly about a bunch of chavettes, the clothes, the cheap jewellery, the Croydon facelift, the attitude, smoking, drinking, swearing etc.

I would be given longer hair and made to tie it back, big gold hoop earrings, a necklace with my new name on and made to shave my eyebrows off. I would have to get a fake tan, learn to smoke and wear clothes given to me like tracksuits and crop tops. Perhaps I would have to do dares like steal stuff or go clubbing in a short dress. We would just watch TV all day or hang around in the park drinking. Maybe I'll even have to get a tattoo.

Not sure why this is. Perhaps it's a case a being something so different from who I am now that appeals or just a strong archetype to have to fit into.

Here's a caption I did for Fratboy2sororitygirl on Rachels Haven illustrating it. This was a hard one to do because i had to use my own preferences and as ever it was a case of too much choice.

Kim the Chav (2012)

Nerdy Girl

Posting that random cap yesterday made my think about many of the others I've done on the theme of nerdy and geeky girls.

Now this is not just capping girls wearing Star Wars one piece swimsuits or rolling around in comics but full on personality changes. I seem to have done it more often than I realise. I guess the main draw is the personality change, and I'm talking strictly stereotypes here and I do not intend in any way to cause offence. The image of the nerd, girl or guy, is a shy person, bad hair, braces on teeth, big black rimmed glasses, perhaps wearing a shirt and tie or some other geeky t-shirt. A love of all things sci-fi fighting for brain space with subject such as science, maths, astronomy, physics and the like. The delicious element is when you take a popular guy or girl and turn them nerdy. Role swaps are always fun to do and there are suprisingly a lot of them out there on this subject. Perhaps nerd is a more popular archetype than I thought.

I'll have to discuss the TV series Sabrina the Teenage Witch at some point because it contained many magical changes and I used to watch it as a teenager. One 1996 episode Geek Like Me saw Sabrina turn popular girl Libby (a bully and therefore sharing the brunt of the witch's magic with her boyfriend Harvey) into a geek and, by the end of the episode, most of her class in an effort to save the science club. In The Role Exchanger 3 by Morpheus, a group of popular cheerleaders and nerdy guys switch places with the cheerleaders sitting down to play Dungeons and Dragons while the guys start thinking it's lame. Funnily enough, the next Quantum Leap I cover features D&D too.

There's also something about being jacked in with a lot of new knowledge, stuff that wasn't there before and is perhaps unwanted. I discussed in an earlier post about Star Trek and suddenly knowing all about the show. Years ago I recall a game show called Swapheads in which contestants answer questions on each others specialist subjects after a quick cram session and this appealed to the role change fan in me. The modern version of Doctor Who turns 10 years old this year and it suprises me how much I know about a show I didn't really watch until then. Never watched it as a kid, perhaps I thought it would be too scary, but when I  went back into the classic series and watched it for the first time I loved it. Ten years ago I certainly didn't expect to be able to name all the Third Doctor's companions or all the stories to feature the Sontarans.

Below is one of my favourite captions that  I've done over the years which illustrates this idea well. This was created for Lyndee Mason over at Rachel's Haven. I love this picture; sexy and stylish with her red hair standing out among the blues and greens of the image.

Dalek, I Love You (2012)

 

Weekend Ramble

Hi everyone.

Sorry, not much from me tonight as I've been working on other things plus near the end of the day I've not been feeling too well either. I've been catching up on The Walking Dead though which I'm enjoying in its fifth season. Hmm, not much to say about that though unless they decide to use a transvestite zombie.

I think I've mentioned my earlier apocalyptic fantasy here too about going into malls and trying on whatever clothes I wanted. Probably still looking over my shoulder, more afraid that someone living would come in and judge me more than a zombie. It comes to something when a rotting corpse is preferable to a proper human being. A friend of mine put a picture up on Facebook today too noting that when it comes to animals we are much more prepared to say hello than other human beings. If we pass someone in the street we are less likely to make eye contact. Not sure what that says about us as a species though.

Speaking of avoiding people, I have been a little depressed over the past few days over my romantic situation. I genuinely thought I had turned a corner with it, with getting over my ex, but it still seems as bad as ever. Well, definitely not as bad as a few months ago, at least I'm not crying every day. It still seems weird writing the words 'my ex'. I think it's the sexual problems we had that stick in my craw the most. At least then I could say I had given it my all. I think I got complacent too, I relaxed too much, thinking she would always be there from here on in. I don't know how I'm going to trust another woman knowing that it could mean nothing but then again I know a lot of good couples so I guess it just finding the right person. That's my answer. I guess I want to rush into dating again just to try to get it right, make myself feel better. Not sure if that's the best attitude to have. Maybe that's just it. I always wanted to be in a relationship so perhaps this is it. My one chance.

I generally stay away from posting caps on here unless they have something to do with the subject matter but, although I've rambled on for a bit, it's all rehashed stuff so here's a little reward. This was posted from the March 2013 caption contest on Rachel's Haven which had the topic "Nerdy Girls Need Love Too."

Quick Quiz (2013) 

25 Caps of Christmas 2014

Over the last couple of weeks, I have been contributing to the usual 25 Caps of Christmas thread on Rachel's Haven. 

This year the wonderful AnneOniMouse has put all of them together in an advent calender for us. 

Here's the link: http://aomouse.org/hac14/. You need to be logged to the Haven to view the caps though. 

Enjoy!

25 Caps of Christmas 2013

I've started up this little capping advent calender again this year so if anyone reading is on Rachel's Haven and wants to contribute then please sign up. I'm sorry to say it looks a bit bare this year so I'm wondering whether this will be my last year of doing it.

25 Caps of Christmas 2013

Anyway, on a happier note, just like last year I'm going to give you all a taste of it by reposting my first caption here. So please welcome special guest star Lea Michelle from Glee!

Hope y'all like :)

Elf (2013)

Pink Library #1: The Bimbo

Possibly the first TG story I really loved was this one:

The Bimbo by Sissy Emily

I used to use Crystal's Story Site a lot for the chat rooms but they seem to have closed down now although there is still a lot of great stories on there. This one is a simple tale of a bully being turned into a cock-sucking blonde bimbo by a witch. The slow, mainly mental, transformation is written brilliantly and I love the fact that he now answers to 'Bambi Bigtits'.

Sadly, this is the only story the author wrote for the site but it was my first and still remains a favourite.  

Get The Christmas Party Started

I mentioned my 25 Caps of Christmas idea before and, well, today is the 1st of December and I posted my one for the day. I'm quite pleased with it so I thought I would also post it here to spread a little early Christmas spirit.

This is the third cap I've used The Silent Swapper for. It was inspired by one of my favourite TG stories SlutFest by Wyrdey.

There are still days to fill if anyone feels like throwing their hat in the ring.

Edit: I see its come out a bit small. Hope it's still readable.

Hope you like :)

Get The Christmas Party Started (2012)

25 Caps of Christmas

Hey everyone, just a quick post regarding an offer I'm running over at Rachel's Haven.

Last year I ran the '25 Caps of Christmas' thread which was like a kind of capping advent calender and I've just restarted it today. The idea is that a different capper posts a Christmas cap in the thread every day.

So if you're on the Haven and would like to contribute please have a gander over here:  25 Caps of Christmas

The original thread can be found here: 25 Caps of Christmas 2011 if you want to read some damn fine turkey day related TG amusement.

Here's a taster from last year:

Christmas Office Party (2011)

The First Time

Looking back at my two years on the Haven, here's a little blast from the past.

The first two captions I posted.

This was for the August 2010 caption competition which had the subject of Group Shot

Teenage House Party (2010)

This was the first trade cap I ever posted and it was for the lovely Totalditz. 

Exam Results (2010)

Anniversary

Hey everyone,

I've been meaning to post before now, there's another Olympics rant I wanted to have plus another Fashionista and I will do that at some point over the next few days. Hopefully.

I didn't want to miss today out though because it's my second anniversary as a member of Rachel's Haven. The Haven has helped me more than anything else to come to terms with my crossdressing and gender issues. There is such a great mix of people there from those who transition, are close to transitioning, to those that crossdress or enjoy certain fetishes.

Before I joined, I used to hang around chatrooms and do roleplays or else try to trick people into dressing me up or something like that. A T-girl friend of mine got tired of chatting with me, not altogether just in that kind of roleplay, because I wasn't a challenge. I even went into lesbian chatrooms a few times for cybersex. It did give me a little rush to know that I fooled people into thinking I was a girl but I felt really bad about it. Doing all this just to feed a fetish, I hated myself. I joined the Sissy School website forum which was a nice place but just not for me. I recall one thread about freezing and then eating your own cum which left a, er, nasty taste in my mouth.

Rachel's Haven is such a wonderful fast and funny place, it's become one of the websites I must check every day. I never thought I would get into captioning though and since them I've created some wonderful stories and still enjoy the whole process. Perhaps it's the regular exposure to TG that's helping me with my own issues.

If I'm like this after two years, who knows what another two may bring.