First, I start a story with only the mildest of ideas where its going to start, where its going to go, or where its going to end. Sometimes those stories fall apart but most of the time they end up far longer than I intended. Too long for a cap and realistically too long for the osbcura I planned with only one picture.
Second, I get a grand idea. I set up in my head where its going to start, where its going to go and at least an idea of where its going to end. I set up characters, give them backgrounds that may or may not be used, set up a world they exist in with its own rules and regulations, and.... and then lose it before I ever write down any actual story.
I think the best example I have is "Oh, The Wicked Webs We Weave". This is a cap that I wrote in 2012:
That's the end part that made it into a cap, but the idea that spawned it was much older. I wrote the basics down in the post as such:
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The idea was this: A high school boyfriend and girlfriend (call them Calvin and Gina for now) go to different colleges. Calvin goes to a standard state university, while Gina goes to an all girl private college. This private college is very old fashioned and doesn't allow boys anywhere near the dorms, and girls aren't allowed off campus while school is in session. Calvin and Gina decide to sneak him in dressed up as her one of her hometown girlfriends (I figured a nice subplot would be him dressing up for a high school play and being good enough to pass).
It works, and he's able to sneak in and visit her on weekends when her room mate is gone. But one weekend, the roommate (call her Vicky for now) comes back to find them making out (with him still fully dressed). Vicky is jealous, as she has a crush on Gina herself and believes that Calvin really is a girl. She plays nice to Gina saying she won't tell anyone that Gina has a girlfriend, but secretly wants to sour their relationship. In private she harasses 'Caitlyn' and tries to make 'her' life a living hell, hoping that Caitlyn will leave Gina alone. Sometime later she finds out Caitlyn's secret and threatens to tell the school (which will of course humiliate Calvin and ruin Gina). Calvin of course agrees to do as Vicky says to keep the secret for anyone else, while Gina convinces him to keep up the act of being a girl to 'fool' Vicky.
Vicky proposes that they all get some boys to go out with to make sure no one suspects that Caitlyn and Gina are lesbians. Gina thinks its a good idea while Calvin has to remain mum about his worries. Vicky sets them up with three guys that Calvin knows from his own school, and sets in to humiliate Calvin enough so that he won't come back. She does this by telling the boy she set him up with that 'Caitlyn' is a little slut.
While all of this is going on, a teacher at the school sees Caitlyn enough that she tries to get him to come and enroll at the school, and one of Gina's friends starts to get a crush on Caitlyn.
All of these scenarios start folding in on one another, as Calvin has to be a different person to nearly everyone. He is Gina's boyfriend acting like a girl to get in to see her, but he also has to act as Vicky tells him to (slutty), while trying to keep the boy (who he isn't attracted to, but Vicky keeps them close) from finding out that he is a guy, while trying to keep the girl (who he is attracted to) from finding out that he is a guy, while trying to keep the teacher (who is looking into Caitlyn to get her to enroll) from finding out that he is a guy..... so on and so forth. Sometimes he has to act like a regular girl (to the teacher), sometimes like a heterosexual girl (to the girl interested in him), sometimes like a lesbian (to his guy friend and date), all the while Gina and Vicky are pulling his strings for very different reasons.
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You can see how that bigger idea distilled down into the one for the cap. I did this back when I thought a cap sized story was better than letting myself just write. Now a days I'd probably write out a bad version of the story, leaving out a lot of the details, and end it up as an obscura that's nearly five times it's length... but still not diving deep enough to make the story really sing.
So, since then I've tried to write two stories. Language Barrier and a more recent untitled project. Language Barrier can be followed on this blog as this was one of the original reasons for the blog to separate from the Masks. The untitled story is something I was hoping to write about here, but I just never got far enough with it. This is kind of long, but here's what I have written down for this story:
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Valentina and Calvin are friends. He’s an aspiring chef, gets odd jobs as
waiter, greeter, sous chef. He aspired
to be in the theater group but was always too shy. She’s a psych major and in the theater group.
They love going to good resteraunts,
sharing craft beers, and watching movies.
They especially like horror movies where Val finds it funny that Calvin
gets honestly scared and sometimes screams ‘like a girl’. She gets some new feminine prosthetics to try
out including breast forms, fake pussy, and wants to see if she can fool her
theater friends. Makes up Calvin, brings
him to the audition where he sees his roommate Rick, and Rick’s friend Sean, in
the audience and gets laughed out for being a ‘drag queen’… he doesn’t speak
and is afraid his friend knows who he was.
Both she and he are embarrassed.
She tries harder, going all the way and blackmails him by
saying she’ll tell Rick it was him.
She’s going to take all summer and have him try out in the fall. Full body wax. Lotion regimen to smooth skin. Voice lessons. Movement lessons. The prosthetics. She makes him base his ‘perky’ personality on
Meg Ryan, watching her movies and TV spots.
Living full time as a woman inside their apartment. Makeup.
Nails. She later adds a new drug
the university is doing research on (with good results… it’s safe!) that
inhibits body and facial hair growth while encouraging the hair on her head to
grow. It’s primary side effect is loss
of alcohol and opioid tolerance.
Caitlyn mostly complies, wondering just how feminine he
really can be made to appear. He
immediately balks at the skirts and tight tops, saying that he feels too
exposed. Val relents, getting him some
very tight jeans and halter tops. They
show femininity and still expose his shoulders and arms. The jeans, when combined with basic heels,
still show off much of his ankles and feet.
Val admits “Men hide behind baggy jeans and ill-fitting shirts. Women are always exposed in one way or
another, even when covered up. You’ll
get used to it.”
First time out (maybe a month in?) they go to the mall. Cal/Cait is a nervous wreck but doesn’t take
long to see that he can pass. He’s just
working out if it’s a good or bad thing when he see’s Rick and Sean. Rick claims that ‘Caitlyn’ looks familiar and
she almost loses control until Val says she’s going to take Rick one way and
has Sean take Caitlyn to a store he hasn’t heard of… it ends up being a
lingerie shop. Calvin, nervous that Sean
is getting the wrong idea and wanting to get back at Val, tells Sean that Val
and she are going out… emphasizing that they’re both lesbians.
The next month, now able to speak fully, Val gets Caitlyn
some temporary work as a waitress. She
also brings in a photographer to start taking pictures of Caitlyn. He mentions, much to the embarrassment of
Caitlyn, that she could probably make some money in glamour porn. At the next set he brings his own girlfriend
who is Caitlyn’s size, and does a full sexy set with Caitlyn wearing a dress. Afterward he has his girlfriend put on the
same clothes and takes a few shots of her blowing him… showing Val what a full
set would look like with Caitlyn. Val
prints the photo set off and has Caitlyn look at it daily, imagining she’s in that
last photo.
Val and Caitlyn see Rick and Sean at a restaurant and Val
confides that she has the hots for Sean.
Caitlyn has to haltingly admit that she told Sean that they were
girlfriends and very lesbian. Val’s
furious and goes over to Rick and Sean’s table.
Minutes later Sean comes over and tells Caitlyn that Val wanted to talk
to Rick alone and that he could come over and keep her company. She’s nervous again, but more about what Val
and Rick are talking about.
When they all finally leave Sean gives Caitlyn a hug
goodbye. Val won’t say a word about what
happened with her and Rick but finally at the end of the night tells Caitlyn
that she didn’t out her…. But she had really wanted to.
The photographer comes again and Val has him take some more
photos but ends up having Caitlyn play with a dildo. She eventually has Val strip down to wearing
nothing but her stockings… fooling the photographer still… and playing with the
dildo some more. Again, it’s printed out
and added to Caitlyn’s ‘portfolio’.
Sean shows up the next day and smiling, tells Cailtyn that
he’s ready for their date. She’s confused and has him sit while she gets
Val. Val, with an evil glint in her eye,
tells Caitlyn that she’s going to make her comfortable around men. And since she’s made it so that she can’t have
Sean herself, she’s set it up so that Sean will become Caitlyn’s
boyfriend. She confides that she and
Sean have been talking for the past week about how her girlfriend was actually
bi curious but scared around men. They
finally agreed that Sean, gently and over time, would go out with Caitlyn until
she could experiment with the opposite sex.
She calms Caitlyn into going by finally telling her that she (Val) can
call it off any time she wants and if Caitlyn is good, she won’t have to
actually ever ‘experiment’ with the ‘opposite’ sex.
They have a date. They go to a movie… the newest horror
movie. Caitlyn tries to convince him to
see the newest superhero movie, but Sean says he’s not interested. While waiting for the movie they chat a bit
and Caitlyn finds out they have very similar tastes in movies and theater. The movie starts and Caitlyn tries not to act
‘girly’ and scared but can’t help it.
Partway through Sean takes her hand in his as a comforting measure. Caitlyn gets distracted, focusing on the
differences between ‘her’ and Sean. He’s
prototypically male… broad chest and shoulders, tall, big arms, stubble,
confident… where she’s prototypically female… narrow shoulders with decent
breasts (forms), short, skinny arms, smooth skin, and shy. A jump scare startles her out of her thoughts
and she screams… sounding even more like a girl with her voice training… and
Sean pulls her head to his chest, rubbing her hair comfortingly. She’s frozen for more than a little bit as
she feels his hard chest under her cheek and hears his (comforting?) heartbeat.
His arm continues to hold her close and
he keeps her there for the last 10 minutes, dictating what’s happening in the
movie, whispering it in her ear. She can
feel his stubble brush over her ear and cheek.
They go to a posh bar/restaurant afterward, where Sean
orders for them both. While she would
rather have a good beer he orders some cocktail that she’s never heard of. She drinks it down, noting that she doesn’t
taste much alcohol at all. She starts to
talk about the menue, noting the good food and what some of the things
mean. Sean asks how she knows all of
that, and wanting to distance herself from her male self, tells him that she’s
a waitress and a ‘good home cook’… that she watches a lot of cooking channel
and food network. When he presses and
asks what she’s doing and wants to do she flusters and admits that she wants to
be a model. She blushes deeply as he
takes her hand and says that he can certainly imagine her on the cover of some
fashion magazine. They keep chatting and
she keeps drinking the cocktails her orders.
But when she starts to feel a little ditzy, giggling too much after 3
cocktails asks what’s in them…. They’re entirely alcohol. She remembers something about the hair
removal drug, but can’t place it, and continues to drink whenever she’s
nervous… which is often.
They open up a dance floor they didn’t know this place had
and Sean pulls Caitlyn out on the floor to a slow song. She’s awkward about how to hold him and her
hand ends up being trapped between them… on his crotch. He just smiles and holds her close, leaning
in for a kiss. She feels scared,
embarrassed, weak in the knees, and just plain weak. She also feels him getting hard under her
hand. He breaks off the kiss, smiles
down at her, and presses her shoulders down, forcing her to kneel in front of
him. She sputters about how they can’t
do this, immediately wondering why she started with that and not that she
couldn’t give him a blowjob at all, but he ignores her and opens up his pants.
She wakes up in her bed.
She’s still in her clothes and makeup, but her shoes are off. She sees in the mirror that her lipstick is
smeared and is scared, wondering if that’s from giving him a blowjob on the
dance floor. Val calls her down for
breakfast. Caitlyn comes down but can’t
eat as she feels sick to her stomach.
Val, with a sly smile, asks her about the date. Caitlyn, haltingly, tells her about the movie
and then going to the bar. Val presses
her and Caitlyn breaks down and tells her everything. Val comforts her, but breaks out in
giggles. She eventually admits that Sean
brought her home and helped put her in bed.
He stayed and had a cup of coffee and told Val about the date,
especially how Caitlyn couldn’t hold her liquor and got quite drunk. She confirms to Caitlyn that there was no
dance floor, no hand on his crotch, and no blowjob. She also tells Caitlyn that Sean was curious
about her cooking, so Val set up a date for the next weekend… where Caitlyn
will cook dinner for Sean.
Another photo shoot?
More dildo play? Maybe the dildo
sucking one?
They meet again during the week when Sean and Rick come into
her restaurant. She trades their table
to one of the other waitresses, but ends up having to serve them as well (the
waitress falls and is taken to the hospital?).
She’s nervous and flustered, especially when she hears while serving the
next table that Rick finds her very sexy.
Sean admits to Rick, unheard by Caitlyn, that he’s just going out to
help her and that maybe she’d be interested in Rick instead. When they leave, she finds that Rick has left
his phone number under the tip with a heart and “call me”.
Sean comes for his dinner date. Caitlyn is made to wear stockings, a skirt, blue
nail polish, and her blue top with white polka dots. She tries to entertain Sean while cooking but
is distracted as she feels him looking at her and her nails make it difficult
to cook (chop vegies, sear steaks, prepare the salad...). She finally sets Sean up on her laptop to
pick out a movie while she finishes up but finds that one of the steaks is
completely ruined. Her pride gets in the
way and she throws it away, telling herself that she’d probably be too nervous
to eat anyway and will just have some salad.
When it’s all set she goes to get Sean and finds him flipping through
her ‘portfolio’ of images. Knowing the
order of images and seeing that he’s about to see the ones with ‘her’ giving a
blowjob and her dildo photos, she rushes over and reaches over his shoulder to
stop the slideshow. Instead she hits the
slide show button. Thinking quick she
turns his face gently to hers (and away from the screen) and gives him a
kiss. Sean, surprised but pleased,
kisses her back. Caitlyn is surprised
and shocked at her actions but keeps it up as photo after photo of her playing
with the dildos plays out on the screen.
Sean finally breaks the kiss and Caitlyn turns her eyes down, blushing
furiously. When she looks up she sees
Sean turning the slide show off while it’s showing the first image… not knowing
if he had seen the last image, the one with her sucking on the dildo!
They have dinner and Caitlyn is distracted by both the
thought of Sean seeing the images and the memory of being kissed by Sean. While distracted she only pays partial
attention to the conversation and admits that she only cooked one steak. Sean asks if she’s a vegetarian and she
murmurs a yes… not even hearing his question.
They finally finish to the living room where they watch the movie he’s
picked out. In The Cut staring Meg Ryan
and Mark Ruffalo. He admits he’s a fan
of Mark Ruffalo, and figured this could be a safer movie for them as it’s scary
but not horror movie scary. Caitlyn sees
quickly why she hadn’t been directed to watch this film as it’s not ‘perky’ Meg
Ryan. She also gets nervous again as she
sees the girl giving the blowjob with fingernails the exact same shade as she’s
wearing. Her nervousness grows as she
has to watch Meg Ryan.. who’s she modeled herself after… having sex. During one particularly sexy scene Sean,
seemingly unconsciously, puts his arm around Caitlyn’s shoulder and pulls her
close to him.
The movie finally ends and Sean turns Cailtyn to look up at
him. She can clearly see his arousal and
his desire to kiss her. But just as she
thinks he’s going to pull her in, he surprises her and asks if he can kiss
her. Aroused herself, even through the
embarrassment, Caitlyn almost nods yes.
She catches herself at the last minute and looks away, quietly saying
that she’s not ready for that. Sean
gently turns her to face him again, nods with acceptance and tells her that its
okay and he understands. He does pull
her in, but instead of the lips he simply places a soft kiss on her
forehead. When he gets up to walk to the
door Caitlyn notices that he has an evident hard on and honestly doesn’t know
how she feels, knowing that she’d help give him that erection.
The next morning Val listens to Caitlyn tell about her
date. She’s disappointed as the whole
reason for this is to make her more comfortable around guys. She notes that psychologically speaking
Caitlyn is now comfortable to sit with Sean, and only gets uncomfortable when
kissing or sex comes up. Caitlyn tries
to make the point that that’s enough, but Val interrupts her saying that if the
audition in the fall involves kissing a guy on stage that she can’t risk losing
it just because of that. So, she’ll do
what the psych books say works… continued more intense exposure. She tells Caitlyn that she’ll continue to
date Sean and that she’ll now have to kiss him at least three times during each
date.
During their next date at the Theater, Caitlyn focuses on
the actresses and makes the internal vow that she’ll have to do what they’re
doing. Act. Being seen as a girl is an act. Talking and moving like a girl is an
act. Going out with Sean is an act. Now she’ll just have to ramp it up and add
the kissing act. After the play is done,
they go out for shakes with Sean noting that it’s probably best to stay away
from alcohol. While making small talk
about the play Caitlyn keeps trying to work herself up to kissing him and
barely listens to the conversation.
Short takes:
He wants to leave as it’s obvious she doesn’t want to be
with him. She now has to put more effort
into showing him she’s attracted.
The kissing works… to a degree. She can act like kissing him isn’t bad but
she still gets stiff during it, even though she’s trying. Val ups it to having her hand rub on his crotch…
she says that’s all she HAS to do and can refuse a blow job or sex, but if Sean
insists she will have to give him a handjob.
The next date she does just that while at his
apartment. He’s a gentleman and doesn’t
demand anything, only saying that unless she’s going to go further she had
better stop. She knows she can’t have
him thinking she’s teasing or he’ll leave…. So she gives her first handjob.
The next date she rubs his crotch, he gets hard, but only
gives her a glance indicating he’d like more.
She gives him a hand job without question.
Val ups it as Caitlyn says she can’t look at either his cock
or his eyes while she’s jacking him off…. So she tells Cailtyn to kneel between
his legs and to just start with the handjob.
On their next date Caitlyn refuses to do what Val says and ‘just’ gives
him a normal handjob. But to keep him
interested she kisses him during.
Caitlyn has another photoshoot that she has to hurry through
and doesn’t change out of the expensive clothes afterward. The photographer makes her promise she’ll
bring the clothes back without any stains.
Caitlyn plans on having a similar night, but Val calls halfway through
and tells her she’s been listening on recording Caitlyn’s dates on her phone
and notices no difference. She tells her
that she has to do it or Rick will know by morning. Caitlyn does and half way through realizes
the dilemma of where the cum will go… so at the last minute she directs the cum
into her mouth and swallows it down.
Sean is amazed and talks about seeing the dildo sucking photo he say (HE
SAW IT!!!) and comments that maybe a few more nights of this and Caitlyn will
be ready to give her first blowjob… but no pressure.
(an idea that isn’t in line with time… Val is becoming
attracted to Caitlyn and angry at the thought of being bi curious herself, so
she keeps pushing Caitlyn to be more feminine and ‘straight’)
(later, maybe after only first BJ, gets caught with Sean by
photographer. He smiles, reminding
Caitlyn of being a good glamor porn model.
Sean agrees to ‘help’ Caitlyn’s career and Caitlyn, now having to fool
both Sean that she’s falling in love with him and the photographer that shes
willing to do sexy photos, is forced to do a directed blow job. “hold that position” “Push in a little deeper” “let the tears well up”)
(does a video/photo shoot with another girl. Gets excited at the prospect of finally
interacting with a girl but finds her video/photo partner is to act as a guy
with a strap on)
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Looking down at the bed, I’m not sure how to feel about the
clothes that Val has laid out for me. On
the one hand, it’s fairly tame compared to what I’ve had to wear for the photo
shoots. That blue top with the white
polka dots isn’t too tight and isn’t too low cut, so Sean won’t be looking at
my breasts as if they’re presented to him on a platter. And really, that’s a relief. It doesn’t matter how many people see me with
these breast forms, I just can’t get used to people not realizing that my
breasts are fake. But I guess that’s
what Val meant when she told me that all women feel exposed… they feel exposed
showing off their flesh while I feel exposed at showing off my fake flesh.
So, it’s not that bad.
But then there’s the stockings.
The heels. The skirt. Those are all going to combine for a
devastatingly sexy look. I should know,
I’ve seen how the pics look and that damned lecherous photographer kept having
me bend over things just to get it ‘a little tighter’.
Getting dressed didn’t take long and to help distract myself
I start prepping dinner. Cooking has
always calmed me down and there wasn’t anything about being dressed up as a
sexy woman that would change that.
Before Sean comes in, I can lose myself in that at least for a little
while. Looking through the refrigerator,
I see that Val has left me the full complement of foods and I immediately go
for the two big, bone-in, well marbled rib eyes. I let them sit out on the counter to get up
to room temp while I start washing the asparagus that Val got from the farmer’s
market this morning.
Pulling the carrots, baby spinach, romaine, and tomatoes out
I use a comfortable grip from years of practice with a knife and start
chopping. Only when I start chopping the
carrots faster and faster does my zen state get disrupted. Those damned long nails! Bringing my hand up, palm forward, I bend my
fingers and take a close examination of my nails only to see the scratches and
nicks through the painstakingly applied nail polish and gloss coat. I can’t help but let out a little quiet growl
that even I have to admit is sounding more and more like Val when she’s
frustrated. It wouldn’t be so bad if
this were what I always imagined applying nail polish to be… a couple quick
brushes per nail and waving your hands in the air to dry them… but I know
better now.
Thirty minutes later I’ve removed all the previous polish,
applied a fresh base coat, used the old lip brush to make sure the edges were
as clean as possible, let cold water run over them for a quicker dry, applied
that new sparkly blue color that Val bought, and finally applied toe top
coat. Holding them I had to admit that
there was a certain pride in a job well done.
I’d always admired a woman’s nails before but now I knew just how much
effort they put into making it look good.
Returning to the kitchen I see that the steak is warmed up
enough, so I gently place one in the rocket hot pan to get its sear going when
I return to the salad prep. This time,
however, I take my time and make sure the knife doesn’t get anywhere near my nails. It really slows me down and throws off my
whole cooking mood. I remember in school
learning how in years past chefs would actually time things using cigarettes. One cigarette was enough time to cook a
steak, two was enough to… FUCK! I rush
over to the cook top through the haze of smoke from the burning fifty-dollar
piece of steak and immediately see that it’s ruined. There’s a fine line between properly
caramelized meat and burned meat, and this was way WAY past that line. With another feminine growl I lift the pan
from the cook top and drop it right into the sink, putting out the now ruined
meat with copious amounts of water.
After opening the windows wide and setting up a fan, I’ve
gotten most of the smoke out and have started on the second… now only…
steak. By the time I hear Sean’s
knocking at the door I’ve made a more complex salad and made a batch of kale
with garlic and red onions. I can hear
Val’s voice echoing in my head, telling me that women will always sacrifice for
their dates and now I get to experience that.
I’ll have to watch Sean eat a beautiful wonderful steak dinner while I
have kale and salad.
Opening the door for my ‘date’ I probably shouldn’t have
been surprised to see him there with a bouquet of flowers, but surprised I
was. I probably blushed through my
makeup as this was just another way to emphasize my feminine role in this
forced relationship. As if the skirt,
heels, fake breasts, and fake pussy weren’t enough, I now was being presented
with flowers. A part of me screams that
I have to play the part of happy girl, that I should move forward and at least
give him a soft hug and a kiss of thanks, but I just can’t bear to do
that. Especially not after our last date
where I got drunk and now can’t remember if we’ve kissed, made out, or… no,
giving him a blow job was just a dream.
A nightmare, really. That
couldn’t have happened. That wouldn’t
have happened.
Instead, after what must have seemed like a very awkward
pause, I invite Sean in. Looking up at
Sean’s brilliant smile I have to count my blessings, or curses depending on how
you want to look at it, that he’s just so damned tall. I was only a little short for a guy at five
foot eight, but with the heels that Valentina has trained me to be graceful in
and makes me wear almost all the time I’m now almost six feet even. I’d be able to look at most men in the eye
which would at least me make feel like an equal. But Sean’s six-foot five height guarantees
that I have to look up at him. Making it
worse was that happy attracted smile that he always has for me… guys just don’t
look at other guys that way so there’s no way for me to forget that he’s
looking at me as he would any other girl.
As I move to get a face for the flowers I direct him to the
living room and tell him over my shoulder to look through my laptop for a movie
that we can watch tonight. While putting
dinner on the table I smile to myself, knowing that I’d already gone through and
edited the selectin down to the ones that Val let me watch on my own. She knows damned well that I can’t help but
think of myself like Meg Ryan, so almost all of them include her. At least I’ll have the benefit of knowing the
movies and can pre-plan how I’ll sit next to Sean if any sexy parts come
up. Once everything is ready, I step
into the living room while taking off my apron and stop dead in my tracks. I see Sean has already started beaming the
laptop to the TV, but instead of looking at the movie selection, he’s looking
at my portfolio!
He's already moved past the first few standard head shots
and made his way past the sexy, more feminine poses. He’s now into the more risqué poses that show
off my legs and tummy and is right before the damned photos of my playing with
an orange dildo! For another moment I can’t
even move as the first photo from that set comes up and I realize I’m wearing
the same exact outfit. My ‘date’ is
about to see a photo with my lips wrapped around a lifelike shaped cock and
then get to spend the rest of the evening while seeing me in the same exact
outfit! FUCK he’ll never stop thinking
of me sucking cock tonight! When the
next photo comes up on the sixty five inch screen of bending forward, pulling
down my skirt and showing off my heart speckled panties I rush forward. As I reach Sean I have no idea how I’m going
to pull his attention from a peekaboo photo of me but know that I have to. Worse photos are up next.
I don’t even take the time for a second thought and dive
right into a plan of action. Placing my
hands on Sean’s shoulders I turn him to face me and put my best smile on. I’m actually thankful for all that time Val
had me smiling when all I felt like doing was crying because now I’m sure the
smile looks natural even as I’m scared out of my gord. As I hear myself say “Hey, like what you see
there?” I see the portfolio flip to the next photo as I feel Sean’s hands wrap
around my waist and my smile freezes. I
find myself looking at that damned image.
I still have the memory of lying on that padded bench and can practically
feel it over my smooth skin. I remember
having to bend my body so that my ass was pointed right at the camera while at
the same time looking over my shoulder and bringing that dildo up to my lips. I can still hear Val and Caden arguing how
much of the plastic toy I should put into my mouth. I swear I can actually feel Caden coming up
and pushing three inches of that thing in between my lips and almost making gag
followed by Val pulling it almost all the way out so you can just barely see
the head with my lips sealed around it.
Sean must have seen me staring at the screen and I feel him
turning back to follow my gaze and without any more thought I push up onto my
tip toes and once again find myself kissing this man. And now, unless I want him to look back at
the screen I have to keep this up. As
his hands slide down to cup my ass I see the slideshow move to the close up
photo of me licking the length of the toy cock.
As I press my breasts into his chest and pull my hands up to the back of
his head, I see the slideshow move to the photo of me sitting pressing the toy
cock to the front of my panties. And
finally as Sean presses his leg between mine and pulls my groin up against his
thigh I see the worst photo. The one of
me standing all with all the clothes removed… and no fucking trace that those
curves aren’t all natural and all mine.
As the portfolio slide show starts back over at the tame
beginning I slowly bring our make out session to an end. Just like last time, I know there is no way
I’m going to get the feeling of his lips and stubble pressed up against my lips
and smooth skin out of my head all night.
But instead of just a quick kiss, this time he had me in his arms for a
good three minutes. And if I’m honest to
myself, I had him in my arms. Sean’ll
see it that way and even though it was meant to prevent a world of
embarrassment, I still was holding him close and actively returning his
passionate kisses.
Not knowing what I could possibly say I duck around Sean and
stop the slide show before gently taking his hand and guiding him to the dining
room. We make small talk as I have him
sit and lay out the meal for us, but most of it goes over my head. How have you liked this heat wave? It’s hot.
Those are nice photos. Thanks,
they’ll help me get a model gig or even a movie role. Is that what you want? Yeah, I guess, I mean I look good doing that
don’t I?
Even as we sit and eat, or rather Sean eats his steak and I
graze at my salad, I can’t concentrate on what he’s saying. I can’t shake the feeling of being pressed so
intimately up to him. And as much as I
hate to admit it, it was arousing. But
what’s worse? The fact that being held
and kissed by a tall sexy man turned me on, or the fact that looking at
feminized pictures of myself playing with a cock turned me on? Every time I hear Sean stop talking, I nod
and smile and add whatever feels appropriate to how he’s looking at me. Mmm Hmm, and yup, being the most common
responses.
When dinner is done I almost ask Sean to go to the living
room before realizing I don’t want a repeat of the whole slideshow experience,
so instead I start clearing the table and try to maintain a more active
conversation.
==============================I actually like this, but it's actually longer than I thought. If I consider the story episodice... i.e. it can be easily broken up into chapters... then this should be one stand alone chapter and it's not even a third of the way into the bits I want to cover. PLUS I wanted each chapter to be at least two sub chapters. One from Sean's perspective, not knowing that Caitlyn is actually a girl. One from Caitlyn, trying to fool everybody. And maybe even a third from Vicky, forcing Calvin into his/her new role.
So, if that story was to work it's way out.... man it would be a long one. But that kind of fits into what I like to read at fictionmania. My two current favorite artists are Jena Corso who writes long multi part stories and RH Music who writes very long single stories.
Now... why am I writing this? Because I have a third story idea that came up while on vacation. This is the first I've written anything down about it and it, like these other ideas, might never come to fruition.... but I want the story idea at least down.. So... here it goes:
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This is set in a future world. 50 years? 100? It couldn't be too close to now as there are things that took a 'long' time to sort out. But at the same time I want it to be more or less like our world. No flying cars, no transporters, no holosuites.... just our world. Maybe a part of that would be another great depression... yeah, choke off all innovation while this social change occurs.
So here's how the world works. Man and Woman are no longer defined by biological sexual gender. Men are simply what we refer to as the aggressive, strong, smart, and/or talented people. Women are the weaker, submissive, people with nothing 'extra' to offer the world.
People born with the XY chromosome set (our current men) are given the natural opportunity to be Men. They are raised to be superior and aggressive. They don't have to be the physical peak example of manhood, but that certainly would help. A genius could be considered a man, so long as he was aggressive and dominating in nature. As long as he looked upon himself as the ruler of his own domain. By a certain age.... I'm thinking 25... they would be taken to a council or have to take a test to show that they are truly a Man. So long as they don't 'regress' into a woman's style of behavior, they are men for life.
People born with the XX chromosome set (our current women) are given the natural opportunity to be Women. They are raised to act inferior and calm. They don't have to be the physical peak example of womanhood, but that certainly would help. There is no test for XXs unless they demand it... demanding it and forcing it is part of demonstrating that they are not a Woman and in fact belong in the dominant group of Men. Being strong isn't nearly as important as simply being aggressive and dominant. If the council allows the change or they pass the test (however it works), they can remain a man for the rest of their life. So long as they don't regress. Because of this most men who are XXs are MORE dominant and aggressive than their XY counterparts.
Now while this social change was happening, I imagine it going off with spurts and starts and stops. I imagine one country or region of the world took to our meaning of a Patriarchy... men are superior, women are inferior, and held that along our current gender lines. Another area of the world set up similarly, but try to keep it as simply Superior class and Inferior class with men or women being able to be in either by choice. Somehow they all work out and this becomes the natural order. In between the here and now and the time I'd be setting this up, there were schools developed to help train both XYs who are declared women and XXs who don't want to be women but are declared so anyway. They enforce the core beliefs and prepare them to be sent to a corresponding Man as his/her spouse.
At first these school completely feminized the XYs. They surgically give them breasts, curves, remove their body hair, make them the girliest of girls, and even go so far as a full sexual reassignment. But some of the XXs complained that they wanted a woman spouse who was a wimpy weak man... so they left the gender portion out. Later, as this became societies norms, the schools disappeared and being raised with this being 'normal' made such extreme measures un-needed.
Now... that's the world. The story would start with a 'normal' guy in today's world. He's an average liberalized, feminist, social justice warrior. He's not big and strong and that hasn't bothered anybody. He's well liked as he has a nice personality but he's never shown a particular talent for anything. He graduated college, but just barely with a bachelor's degree in art history. He has a girlfriend who loves him and they're planning on getting married and having children one day.
He has some medical condition that requires a simple surgery (think like removing the gal bladder). He's still on his parent's health plan and he just looks at it as a quick in and out procedure so there's no medical planning. When he wakes up though, he's in the world I described above.
I'm not sure if I'd explain this or not, but the surgery went bad and he was going to die. Because he wasn't yet married and his parent's health care plan would cover it, he was put into cryo stasis. Yeah... he was frozen. In the new here and now, they've found these cryo chambers and have been doing a community service by reviving those that they can, including our hero.
Okay, so he wakes up. He's not given much information but as he's a 'Man' hes given money and a place to stay with simple instructions that he's in a better time and needs to make his way in the world.
The short way to put this is that he'd slowly get feminized, step by step. But I've given some thought into this... just not a lot. So, please forgive me if this seems jerky.
I imagine him making his way, finding out that being demure is now highly looked down upon. He tries to be more aggressive to fit in, but keeps fumbling even that up. What finally puts him over the edge is him speaking up for a woman. This is a woman in both our time and theirs, so the gender nature isn't quite revealed yet. He tries to stand up and say that women have equal rights that they can be whatever they want that they are the same thing as men. This of course goes over like a lead balloon and lands him in a court. He defies what they say and keeps confirming that he's a man. He's checked out by a mental health expert who declares he has gender dysphoria... He's a Man in a Woman's body. He's freaked out by their decided course of action as they call it conversion therapy. They are going to 'train' him how to be a man.
Without his consent he's send to school for 'gender delinquents'. These are children of very rich people who demand that their kids are men and are paying to train them that way. Now obviously, I'll be writing an X rated story (maybe not at this point, but eventually), so 'Children' will be people aged 18 to 25 (see why the age was so high above?). Our hero feels out of place as he's made to be exactly what he fought against. Overly aggressive and demeaning to women. His teachers are the 'manliest of men' or what we'd probably call Alphas in our story worlds. These guys think it's natural to be a man and for the most part only give minimal effort to train their wards as they feel they're all naturally women.
He barely passes the class and is given another chance in society. He hates it, but admits that he has to live this way until he can find a corner of the earth that he'd consider normal. So he acts aggressively and even takes advantage of a younger (18) attractive woman as other men encourage him. He plays along well enough, but fails again as he can't gain and hold proper employment for a man. He quite literally isn't talented or smart enough and keeps getting demoted to "women's work" until he's put before the court again.
As this is his second gender offence, he's declared a woman with all of his man rights taken away. Again, they're at a loss though of what to do with him as he's adamant about not being a woman meaning he still won't fit into society. So, as their kind nature allows, they force him into another school. This one was set up in the old ways of gender conformity. Most of the students here are XXs that refuse to accept their role as women. He's thrown into the curriculum where he meets two important people. The first is one of the head mistresses as she takes a particular interest in him. She believes she can honestly help him be a good woman and will be the sanest voice of those training him. She'll get him to go along by laying out the steps they'll have to take if he keeps failing. The other person would be an XX helper who is taking remedial classes to keep her qualified as a Man.
His womanly transformation would be step by step. There will be more to the list, but it starts out making him into:
- A Weak Willed 'man'. He has no physical change but must be submissive to those around him. As it's court ordered, however, he has to be even more submissive than a normal woman. He's told that there are a lot of XX Men that like their spouses this way and that's its actually quite rare.
- A Sissy. Still no physical changes but he has to present himself as an XX in dress and mannerisms. Lolita dresses, ruffled panties, stockings, mary jane shoes... This is more common these days so it means he might be selected by an XY man.
- An androgynous man. Some minor physical changes. He goes through hormone treatments that smooths his skin, and makes him more physically and emotionally sensitive. His hair is cut in a semi feminine manner.
- An androgynous woman. More physical changes as his penis grows shorter, his scrotum and testicles smaller, and he's given small AA cup breasts. No further changes to hair and can still be looked at as masculine or feminine, depending on the spouse's wishes.
- A girly woman. A cup breasts, waist nipped in a bit. Longer hair and some light facial surgery including removing his adams apple and giving him a nose job. Will now be looked up on as feminine only.
This would continue to progress until he looks like a woman in our current world. Breasts (C or D cup), very feminine face with prominent cheek bones and plump lips, nipped in waist with flared out hips and a large rear, feet constantly in heels. Depending on how the story goes he might even go fully woman with a vagina instead of his small (and eventually caged) penis.
At the end of each step he's given a pass/fail test. He's made to go on a date with a Man (XXs at first but later with XYs). If the man wants to accept our hero as his spouse, he passes and is let go from the school as a woman. If he fails, he's returned and goes on to the next step. After each failure the head mistress would console him and try to help him accept the transformation. She's be used to show that all XX Men aren't evil and overly aggressive.
The XX helper would actually start to fall for our hero. Realizing what the world is like and still having the core believe that XXs are equal he keeps trying to convince her that she needs to keep her Man status. She just wants to keep helping him.
I specifically imagine a scenario around the androgynous woman stage. Our hero could have passed the androgynous man stage, but his date was an XY man who tried to force our hero into his first blow job. His aggressive refusal (I'm picturing him being tied down in a kneeling position while the guy rubs his large cock all over our hero's face while he continues to refuse to open his mouth) damns his to the androgynous woman stage. He's made even more feminine and confesses to the XX helper that he doesn't know if he'll be able to go through another transformative stage. She really falls for him and feels she needs to help him and make sure he passes.
He gets through the transformation and is set up on a date with an XY man. The date starts to go well and he's encouraged as she indicates that she'd like him to maybe even step back to be a more androgynous man. At the last minute though the helper steps in and professes her love for our hero, saying she'll take him on as her spouse. The date fails as the XY man leaves, but not before complaining that the helper was acting entirely too feminine in her desire to help a weak 'woman'.
Later, after getting some counseling from the head mistress, our hero sees that the helper has had her title as Man stripped away and is now in the class along side him. They'll be women together. While she's happy with that, really falling in love with him, he's devastated.
One theme that would go through this story is gender preference.... or rather the lack thereof. Men, the new men in the world, are attracted to Women, the new women in the world. Having sex to have children is a completely separate process than being married so if an XY masculine Man find a masculine Woman attractive, they find it fine to take them as their spouse. They would find it no different than finding a feminine XX Woman attractive and taking them as their spouse. And that's the line that keeps our hero on his/her toes... he can't figure out how society as a whole has lost gender attraction.
Our hero's transformations would continue as would his dates. Sometimes he'll go along with his 'girlfriend' but those are only with dates that would be interested in keeping them both as spouses.
I don't have an ending in mind. I think this, like the story above, has to see how it's written before I decide upon an ending. Do I keep getting darker and darker? Do I finally have him as a fully functioning, baby making, slave to a brute of a Man who looks at her as only an object and not even a person? Do I keep it somewhat hopeful? Do I get him an XY spouse that takes on his girlfriend where he can live a fun life together? Do I make it happy where he ends up with an XX spouse that takes him as her spouse but also helps the girlfriend to get her man status back?
The only constant I see is him going through all the transformations. Full breasts, feminine body, feminine voice, feminine mannerisms... maybe with a caged penis, maybe with a vagina.
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I thought about this a lot as I drove and I kept smiling as its the type of story I'd like to read. I don't think I'd be able to write a scene in the middle like I did with the story above. I might start it with him waking up, and then write the beginning with him in 'our' time later... but I couldn't skip too much further than that. I'll keep you up to date.
Oh... and a working title would be "It's a Man's World"
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