9/30/2009

Magic Maids

I admit the financial crisis hit me hard. After all, I had invested all I owned in hedge funds, and I lost it all.

Now, however, I believe it was all for the best.

A friend of me told me about Magic Maids, a company that paid very well for services rendered.

I would definitely be able to keep my flat and my car, she said. There was even health insurance included.

I found it hard to believe that house cleaning could pay that well, but I had nothing to lose, so I signed the dotted line. In blood.

Yeah, I found that a little bit unnerving as well, but not as scary as what happened next.

I fell to the floor in painful spasms, and found my body shrinking, reshaping, and bulging in places no man's body should bulge.

I let out a high pitched girlish scream when my dick dissapeared and was replaced by a very feminine snatch.

However, it did not take long before I came to my senses.

I love this job! I am Jane now.

I can dress up sexy.


The high class clientel tip well, especially if I do more than strut around in my maid's uniform and dust. I nearly always do -- more I mean.

I just love to see how the men react to my hair and my lips, and my petite body. The women too, I might add. I haven't completely forgotten my old preferences.

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This one is for Tomlin89.


9/29/2009

Guest Cap: Possible Mistakes

I love this one: the beauty of the woman, and my endless list of mistakes!

This one is by Shannon_2525.

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New transgender and age regression blogs

I have put up a new review of current transgender caption blogs over at TFCC.

This time there is even a couple of age regression blogs for those that dream about a time-out being a baby girl.

If you have a new blog or site covering transgender themes, please let me know about it, for instance by adding a comment to this post.

9/28/2009

The Librarian

Hello Jay!

You finally found your way to the library, didn't you? No surprise there.

You probably heard someone talk about that evil witch of a librarian who captures young boys while they are preparing for their finals.

They told you how she puts a spell on the poor, lonely, sex starved nerds and turns them into young, attractive, sexy, irresistible dream girls.

You know: The kind of girls that never look at you, and who only talk to you when they want you to help them cheat on the exam.

You have dreamed about how it be to be one of them, haven't you?

To be at the centre of any party. To have boys drool over you. To be able to dress up in sexy lingerie and silk stockings. To have to comb your long hair every morning and put on make up.

And having sex. Real sex. Not just fantasy pixels on a screen.
Well, welcome to my boudoir!

Now, what do think, girls: do we need a voluptuous red head or an athletic blonde?


This one is for Jay S over at Rachel's.

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9/24/2009

The Nerd and the Magic Sword

Bill was a nerd, and he knew it. He loved video games, knew Star Wars by heart and was loved by his teachers for his extensive knowledge of anything but sports.

He knew that while the Prince Charmings and the Cheerleaders of his school may be at the top of the pyramid right now, he would grow rich and influential when they would grow fat and unhappy.

In due time, that is, when his programming skills had made him an entrepreneur and a millionaire.

That did not comfort him much, because right now his life was hell.

While his hormones filled his veins like in all teenagers, he remained small and bony. All of him remained tiny, including the thing he had between his legs.

The only big about him was his ears and his glasses, and that did not help when he dreamed of girls.

They were everywhere. Wonderful girls, beautiful girls, sexy girls, with their shiny hair and their feminine noses, with their long legs and curvy bosoms. He longed for girls like that, and admired them with a deep longing from afar.

He never dared to approach them, of course, and if one of them -- for some obscure reason -- decided to talk to him (normally to get the correct answer to a test question) he stuttered and blushed and made a fool of himself.

The fact was that he was utterly confused about himself and the role of women.

He did long to embrace one of them and to feel their skin against his. He wondered how it would be to go to the movies with one of them and share a happy memories, but at the same time he admired them so much that he wanted to be like them.

He would like to share their looks and feel that careless joy that comes from being admired for your beauty.

Some nights he fantasized about being a beautiful woman, caressing her soft and curvy body.

And if he was to be a woman, he wanted to be a real one, with a voluptuous body that would make women envious and men mad of desire.

He loved fantasy literature and knew everything about myths and magical objects. One day while surfing on one of the more obscure web sites he visited, he found a discussion on the legendary Sword of Lacton, according to legend one of the few artifacts left from the lost continent of Atlantis.

Bill did not believe in stuff like that, not really, be he was desperate now, and when an item popped up at Ebay that claimed to be the famous sword, he bid on it and won.

When he got, he was sorely disappointed, for this was clearly a plastic artifact made in South Korea and not in Atlantis.

That did not stop it from being out of this world, however. It must have been its magic symbols that made the difference. They had probably seemed like gibberish to the Korean designer, but he had in fact copied from a real Renaissance manuscript on Hermetic Magic.

So when Bill took up the sword, he could feel a strong surge of magic flow through him. The sword peered into his most secret dreams and started to work.

At first his clothes changed. Red stockings climbed up his legs at the same time as his legs became slimmer and much longer. Over his red T-shirt he found a blue top that slowly expanded in the same tempo as his chest.

He grabbed his growing tits in shock, as if trying to keep them back. That was futile, however, as they were powered by his own unconscious desire for big, soft, bouncy breasts.

Soon the top started to fall apart under the pressure, and two huge globes of female flesh pushed what was left of it upwards.

His fear gave way to exaltation as his tits continued to grow. He found it hard to hold on to them as they slowly but steadily passed the D cup, the E cup, the F cup. "My God," he said to himself. "I don't think the alphabet is long enough for these tits."

They were so heavy that he had to sit down to steady himself. He could feel his heart racing in anticipation of he did not know what, but he knew that his life as a skinny nerd was over forever.

The sword had clearly transformed him from one kind of freak to another. But now the world would look at him in amazement, not in pity.

Admittedly there were a part of him that was starting to get worried.

How would his new feminine back handle this weight? Where could he get clothes that fit his new body? But then he realized that these problems were minute compared to his the ones he had left behind.

And just when he thought it was all over, he felt a shiver run down his spine and a moan passed his lips. He could feel a rush of heat passing through his body, as the nipples of his enormous breast stiffened and became rock hard.

He had to lie down on the bed to calm himself, but that didn't help much. He felt dizzy and delirious as he felt a strong pressure in his tits. It was not an unpleasant feeling. He knew that something strange and magical was about to happen.

He felt his pussy getting moist of excitement. He managed to reach it by forcing his right arm under his heavy breast. He started to explore the secret folds of his sex, finally finding his love nub.

He could feel his back try to form an arch in anticipation of the oncoming orgasm, but his tits were to heavy to lift. Instead his whole body shook as if in fever, and he made unintelligible feminine squeaks as his pelvis lit up in an intense explosion.

"My God, my God, my God!" he screamed, trashing around, oblivious to anything around him.

He tried to breathe more slowly as the orgasm subsided. This had been a feeling beyond anything he had ever experienced. He knew deep in his heart that no man had ever felt this way, not even the successful superstars of attractive manhood.

He looked up into the ceiling and tried to imagine himself as the woman he had become, out there, with people he knew. He knew for sure that his male friends would drool over his new body, but would he like them?

He tried to imagine how it would be like to be touched by a man. At first he felt nothing. In fact, all he could think of was Marianne, one of the cheerleaders of his class, and he imagined himself kissing her soft lips. Oh yes, he would like that. Not that Marianne was a lesbian, though.

Then another image broke the surface of his mind. He could see himself on all four, his heavy tits resting on the bed, while an unknown man climbed up into the bed behind him.

He could clearly imagine how it would feel to have his erect penis touching his labia, and how it would be to have him thrust his big dick inside his wpussy.

Now he could feel his toes curl in anticipation as another orgasm approached. This time it was as if his tits went into overdrive. A close to unbearable pressure gave way to pleasure as the two breast started to pump out milk.


He was lactating! Two fountains of milk started to cover his body in warm, white liquid. He had never thought that possible. (Not that he thought any of this possible).

He let his finger stroke his milk-covered left tit and stuck it into his finger.

The milk tasted sweet and calming. It was absolutely delicious. He suddenly realized that it was there for a purpose. It was as magical as the magic of the symbols of the sword. Any person that drunk that milk would be in his power forever.

He started to get horny again. He needed someone to hold on to, someone to share this joy with. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number of his only friend, Erasmus.

"Erasmus, it is me Bill. No believe me, it is me, even if my voice sound strange. Listen, I have something to tell you. Would you please come over to my place right away!"

None of them would remain virgins this night, that was for sure!

For more pictures of the amazingly busty Tiana go to Matasia.com.

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9/22/2009

9/20/2009

Cecilia Gallerani

"Would you please sit still, Cecilia!"

"I am trying! It is not as if this aninmal enjoys being held this way, you know!  Besides, I told you my name is not Cecilia..."

"Yes, yes, I heard. You are Erik and you are from another time. All right Erik: Could you turn your head slightly more to your left? Hm. That's good! Let Duke Ludovico il Moro's ermine go. I will paint it in later. It is none of my business, I know, but how is it with you and Ludovico anyway? I understand that he is to be married to Beatrice d'Este."

"Yes, he is, and I know because I, Erik, is an art student from the future. But it seems he is more interested in me at the moment."

"He is a charming man, is he not?"

"I dunno, I am a man, remember! And he thinks I am his lover! Gosh!"

"I am also a man, Cecilia. That does not stop me from recognizing the beauty of the male body."

"Yes, you were -- eh, are -- interested in the ambiguity of the genders, are you not? Some say La Gioconda or Mona Lisa is a portrait of you as a woman."

"I know of no such painting, my dear. But the idea is intriguing."

"Oh, that's right. That's not until 1503. Sorry about that..."

"Listen, Cecilia. You are known as scholar, a poet, a gifted singer and musician, and you still are, even after your 'download' as you call it. How is that?"

"The gifts of the musician and singer is of the body, in the same way the painter train the hand to deliver the finest strokes of the brush. You should know that, Leonardo! As for the Latin and the poetry. Well, I am an art student. I have studied the Renaissance and know a lot of Milanese and Florentine 
poetry by heart. Just you wait till I start quoting Shakespeare."

"Shakespeare?"

"Nevermind! I told you, matter cannot travel in time, but information can, and the time machine was to transfer my memory matrix -- that is my personality -- into you. I was supposed to observe your life, unoticed, from the back of your head, and the upload the information back to my brain up in 2009. Something went wrong. God knows where Cecilia is now!"

"Yes, you told me about this. You are using the power of demons for this, i recall."

"No, not demons. It is all about quantum physics!"

"All right, that sounds like demonology to me, but who am I to judge? I have explored the borders of human existence for quite some time now.  Anyway, I am glad to tell you that the bicyclus you told me about is working. I had one of my assistants make one for me. Antonio broke his leg, however, when he tried out one of your parachutto."

"I told you not to shape it like a pyramid! And you should make it out of silk!"

"Ah, yes, but silk is expensive you see, and we need it for a new dress the Duke is having made for you. Our time is up, I am afraid. I have been told that Ludivico is waiting for you in your appartamento."

This one is for Courtney.

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Painting by Leonardo da Vinci

9/18/2009

Guest Cap: Fairy Tale


Here's a great twist on the Grimm brothers by Dee.

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9/13/2009

Where did he go?

"Have you seen Greg? Did you see where he went? Oh no, I told him the water is dangerous around here. No, no, no! Greg! Where are you Greg?"

Mary ran down to the beach and looked out over the water.

She had told him again and again: Never, ever get close to the water. It was extremely dangerous. This lake was owned by the goddess Inanna and was for women only. Men should never, ever, bathe here!

She couldn't see him. Maybe he had just went over the hill to pee or something. He was a man, after all, and got easily restless.

She shouldn't have brought him here, but she loved this place. It was so peaceful and beautiful and brought back so many fond memories.

Out in the lake she could see a head surface. A small, feminine nose, sensual lips, long hair floating in the water. Then she could see the whole body, magnificent tits floating in the water.

The girl swam ashore with strong, self-confident, strokes.

"Greg?" Mary looked at this divine apparition with a tear in her eye. "Greg? Is that you?"

"Mary! I am so glad you brought me here! Look at me! I am beautiful, am I not? I feel so strong, so powerful and damn sexy!"

Mary, born Mike, looked down at her lover and cried. All of the women born out of these waters were heterosexual. This was the third man she had lost this way.

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9/12/2009

The Shemale Club

For some peculiar reason he ended up in a special club in Rio. The one the wild side, with T-girls and coke.

What was even more amazing was the fact that some of the t-girls found him so likable that they invited him up to the VIP lounge to give him the party of his life.

It didn't end the way he expected, though.

Here is a long story for all you shemale lovers out there.

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Alternative download site.

Images of beautiful Juliana Nogueira from allshemalez.com, trannysurprise.com and shemalesfuckhemales


9/10/2009

9/08/2009

Guest Caps: The Camera Part 3

Here are the six final episodes of Steffie's great Camera opus.

And note that yours truly appears in the final cap!

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19 20 21

9/07/2009

Neverending story

"Oh stop complaining, Stephen. Put on the ring!"

"But please, Ella, this isn't right! Why can't we just have a regular love life, like any other ordinary couple.

"You know, like we had when we were newly married?"

"It gets boring in a while, Stephen. Experimentation is good, they all say so!"

"Who say so?"

"The experts. The sex experts!"

"I don't think they had the Rings of Runes in mind, Ella."

"Well, I tell you baby, if they had known about them, they would have. Now put it on!"

"Please, Ella, it does things to me. It changes me!"

"Of course it does. That's the bloody point, isn't it?"

"No, I mean, it does something to my mind. I really hate what it's doing to me!"

"And yet you can't stop thinking about it? Even when you are not wearing it? Right!"

"No!"

"Of course you do! You can't wait to become that sexy little slut again, can you?

"Can't wait for me to put on my ring, for me to change into Ramon, so that you can kneel down and put my dick into your mouth, can you?"

"No! Yes! No! Damn it! That is why this have to stop! I am losing myself, Ella! I am a man, and I am meant to be a man. Why isn't that good enough for you?"

"Why should you be the only one with a dick, Stephen? I love being the big one. I love towering over you. I love seeing you present your butt to me, quivering in anticipation.

"I love to dominate you, control you, fill you up with my cock.

"I am the one wearing the trousers in this relationship, so why should I not have the dick. Now, see here, I am putting my ring on."

"No, don't, Ella!"

"I am not Ella, now, baby. This is Ramon and I will make you put on that ring, whether you like it or not."

"All right, all right, all right!"

"Oh, you are so sweet, so beautiful, so sexy! I love that long hair of yours, your small perky tits, your pouty lips.

"See what you do to me. I am rock hard from the moment I lay my eyes on you. Touch it!"

"No, please..."




"Stop this game, Steffie. You know that you want to. Ah, that is better. You know what, I think the fact that you have been a man makes you so good at this."

"Ougngh! I am a man, damn it!"

"Not anymore, you are. Now turn around! I knew it! You are moist and ready. Now tell me that you don't love it!"

"I..., I..., I..., oh..., oh... I... I love it."

"Yeah, I thought so. So let's agree that you are to keep that ring on your finger at all times from now on.

"Agreed?"


"Ah..., ah..., agreed!"

"Hm, that's my little girl! Now, show me you sweet face, I can't hold back anymore...."


This one is for Shy Steffie over at Rachel's Haven.

The images are from Totally Redhead. That site has some of the most beautiful model around!

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9/05/2009

The Lady of the Lake


It was a hard and steep slope, and they had been walking for hours.

Alex was breathing hard when he reached the top. He turned and looked back at Milly and Randolf.

"You won't believe this!" he called out to them. "I don't believe it myself!"

They joined him a few minutes later and looked down at the scenery at the other side of the hill.

"Damn!" Milly said.

"This isn't the place we visited the last time. There wasn't a lake here, that's for sure."

She looked down at her map. "There isn't supposed to be a lake here! Randolf, check the GPS!"

"Nope," Randolf said, "we are were we are supposed to be. Could someone have made an artificial lake up here?"

"I seriously doubt it, "Alex said and started downhill. "This landscape doesn't look anything like the place we saw last year."

"There must be a natural explanation for this," Milly said and followed him. "Be careful, Alex, you never know what you'll find down there!"

When they reached the bottom of the valley, the lake was still there: green, calm, beautiful.

"Well, it looks real to me," Milly said. "I don't know about you, but I need a bath."

She stripped and jumped naked into the water. At first nothing happened. Then Milly started to scream, moving violently around in the water, as if she was trying to escape something.

"What is it?" Randolf yelled and jumped after her. He wanted to stop her from drowning. He swam quickly out to Milly while Alex was watching from the shore. Then Randolf started to scream as well.

Alex didn't know what to do. What was this? Some dangerous fish? Toxins? But he couldn't just leave them out there, now, could he? He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.

He followed them into the water. It was cold, but that was not the problem. He swallowed some of it. That was the problem. It tasted like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was wonderful, fresh, nourishing. But then he started to scream, as had the others.

He felt his body changing. His testicles were already small because of the cold water, but now he could feel them move upwards into his body. He grabbed his dick and felt it slip away between his fingers. He went under, swallowed more water, and managed to get up to the surface.

He struggled desperately to get back to the shore. At the same time as he could feel his chest swelling. He stumbled up on the shore together with the two others and fell down on the ground. He looked down at his wet clothes. Two mounds of flesh strained his shirt. Long red hair covered his shoulders, wet now, and cold.

He looked over at the two others. A young boy grasped his crotch: "Goddamit, I have dick!" That must be Milly.

Then the other redhead was Randolf. He sat still, trying to push his tits back into his body. They sat like that for a long time, until Milly came to her senses:

"This place isn't real," she said to the two others. "This is a magical place. It is a test of sorts. Nature wants us to try the other side."

This seemed to make sense to all of them, even if it shouldn't.

They dried themselves, put on their clothes, made a camp fire, put up the tents and had dinner and coffee. Slowly they came to their senses, becoming increasingly curious about their own new bodies.

Alex borrowed Milly's comb, and started to comb his hair. Randolf looked at him in amazement. "My oh my, you are beautiful!" he whispered and came over. "Could you comb my hair, as well?"

Soon they found themselves captured by an ancient female ritual of grooming. Randolf touched Alex's cheek, Alex found himself kissing the new girl's soft lips and soon they were embracing, getting more and more turned on by the minute.

He heard a strange yelp from Milly, who put her hands in her lap, embarrassed.

"What is it?" Alex asked her.

"I've got an erection, damn it!" Milly mumbled. "You turn me on!"

"Let me see!" Alex commanded, feeling a strange sensation in his gut. It was not, unpleasant, mind you.

When he saw the bulge in Milly's briefs, he could not help himself. He crawled over to her place and pulled down the elastic. A stiff cock pointed proudly up towards the sky.

Alex grabbed it with both hands, fascinated by its texture and hardness. Then he put it in his mouth. The idea of sucking cock would have made him run for another continent only a few hours ago. Now he enjoyed every moment of it.

Soon the three of them found themselves exploring each other bodies, trying to savor and understand the true meaning of being a man or a woman.

In the end both Alex and Randolf found themselves on all four, begging Milly to fuck them. The feeling of having a hard cock sliding into his body made Alex shiver in pleasure and he cried out as spasm after spasm shook his body.


They fell asleep in each other's arms. Even if the water was cold, the air was warm.

The next morning nothing had changed. Alex remained a girl, as did Randolf and modest Milly was clearly getting used to her new role as a boy. She commanded them around as a drill sergeant.

When they climbed the hill some hours later, they expected everything to be back to normal, but what they found at the other side of the top was a landscape they had never seen before. A few wooden buildings, sheep grazing, a brook and a water mill.


"What is this place?" Milly asked.

"I don't know," Alex replied. "But why don't we go down to the farm down there and find out..."

This cap is for Lady Alexia.

The pictures of the models Hanna, Milla and Alex are from Sextronics.

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9/02/2009

What it feels like for a girl

The Madonna song "What if feels like for a girl" is fascinating from a transgender view point, as Madonna correctly assumes that the boy has actually wondered about how it feels like to be a girl.

Anyway, I have put together an animated slideshow with sound and pictures of lots and lots and lots of beautiful girls from the classy Met-Art site.

You can download the video files here:


QuickTime-MOV-format from Box.net (Warning! Large size 158 MB)






The picture above to the right is of Katya. You can get access to pictures of her and all the other girls by clicking here for the Met-Art site!

9/01/2009

Guest Cap: Whiskey

Here is a cap series I got from Lady Alexia.

If you haven't done so already, do visit her blog. She makes some very good caps and have a lot of interesting discussions on what it can mean to be transgendered.

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