Game of Queens

 5/25

A few people have asked whether I will be reviving the new Apprentits series I promised in 2017. I am very sorry but for now at least the answer is no, for a few reasons. Firstly, and most significantly, I am still easing myself back into captioning and don't want to take on something so huge and daunting yet. The last Apprentits series was 25-30 pages of A4 text. Even without all the extra planning and plotting, this is equivalent to about 40 of my normal captions. That's just too much right now for me. Secondly, my endgame for Femnonymous was always meant to be them releasing a virus that turned people into bimbos. Right now a story like that would be edgy at best, tone-deaf and grossly insensitive at worst. Finally, much of the ideas for my Apprentits caps were based around the Deviantart community and my friends there. Shortly after I announced the new series, my Deviantart account was deactivated and this killed a lot of my motivation for the series.

I realise this leaves my Femnonymous and Network series in limbo and while I am not retiring them as I have Bunnimacher and Flashback Friday, I have written myself into a corner. I am sure they will return when I have the right idea but for now I am excited about my plans for Aiko, the Mannequeen and of course the Pink 'n Prissy Collective. I also planning to flesh out Felicity at UltraReal Bodysuits and try out a few new characters to see if they are liked, including one coming tomorrow.

Today's caption is a rather gentle one and probably a bit on the long side but to be honest the picture basically wrote itself.

No sooner had Craig picked up the bishop, he realised his mistake. Sally, his girlfriend, sat atop her rook in a black 'Nerdy but Nice' t-shirt watching the fateful error that would no doubt lead to checkmate in two moves' time and a win that would mean for at least one more week, she wore the trousers.

Craig and Sally's weekly game of chess had become pivotal to the dynamics of their relationship almost immediately. It was probably inevitable given that they had met at a local tournament but as soon as they had moved in together, their chess set was almost omnipotent despite never leaving their dining table. Chess was how they flirted, how they settled arguments and how they kept their flame alive. The weekly chess game quickly became a Sunday tradition, it was their church, and when the eternally competitive Craig suggested they raise the stakes, the equally cutthroat Sally agreed. Together, they decided that each week the loser would pay a forfeit decided by their victor.

And so, as the weeks passed, they took turns in besting each other. Sally used her victories as a way to get Craig to do long overdue chores like cleaning out the garage and painting the fence whereas her boyfriend took the more traditional route of blowjobs and stripteases. Not that she minded, they were duties she was happy to fulfil in their happy chess-oriented relationship.

Things came to a head one Sunday in late summer when, after achieving checkmate, Craig pulled out a tiny string bikini and told Sally that she would be wearing it the following week for their game. She was nonplussed since her boyfriend had made her play naked as a forfeit plenty of times, so why would sitting at her dining table in a bit of glorified dental floss bother her? However, the penny dropped the following Saturday evening when Sally returned home from a night out with friends. She rubbed her eyes in a drunken confusion. Craig, it seemed, had painted the top layer of their double-driveway into a giant chessboard while she was gone and adorned it with foot high plastic pieces. Realising what that meant for her forfeit, she rushed inside. The set on the dining table was nowhere to be seen.

As humiliating as it was playing for all the world to gape at her body, the thong bikini had been Craig's downfall. His mind was well and truly on her ass and not on the game and Sally won easily in fifteen minutes, which was about exactly as long as she needed to teach her boyfriend a lesson for making a spectacle of her...

Craig put the bishop down glumly and holding the hem of his dress, departed the board in anticipation of his imminent defeat. Five more minutes and it was over.

“Well, well, well,” Sally grinned. “Now that we have the basics of your feminisation down, I think we should pick it up a notch for next week. What do you think, girls?” She turned to her friends lined up along her front yard acting as makeshift cheerleaders. “What cute outfit should we stuff him in next week?”

Fangirl (a Liza story)

 4/25

I've been really blown away by the warm welcome I've received since I started capping. I wasn't sure if people would still be interested but its been amazing how many views and comments I've got. It is infectious and motivating and while I still have 5 or 6 caps to finish writing for this season, I've already started pencilling in ideas for season 5. Thank you so much.

Today we have the resumption of Aiko's story, courtesy of a new friend. As always, all my Aiko stories are listed in order on my story index tab.

Liza refreshed the webpage despairingly but once the pixels had finally reloaded, the same blog post remained at the top of the screen. It was futile. Aiko hadn't posted anything new in nearly four years, it was foolish to think she may have posted in the last four seconds. Oh, how she missed the stories and pictures of candy addicted boys squirming in humiliation under pink petticoats and stockings, but there had been nothing in so long – not even a goodbye. Even Aiko's usually inseparable best-friend, Nishi, seemed to have transformed her online presence into some kind of seedy webcam girl. It made her so sad.

She scrolled down the page and noticed a link she had never seen before. Allowing her cursor to hover above the word, she pondered the possibilities. If Aiko's blog was inactive then surely this was inactive too, right? Probably, but...what if it wasn't? Then that would mean...she had to know. Her heart pounding, Liza double-clicked on Aiko's webstore...

When the package eventually arrived with its Japan postmark, Liza felt overwhelmed with surprise and relief. Her older brother Shaun was the obvious test candidate for the goodies inside and even though she was not yet blessed with the tremendous assortment of kawaii outfits and accessories that Aiko had seemed to have at endless disposal, she more than enjoyed watching him strut and pout in selections from her own wardrobe. Getting him hooked on the candies had been easy. She had just left the heart shaped sweets in a bowl on her desk. Shaun was always sneaking around and going in her room and before long he had come knocking on her door glistening with sweaty regret.

“Please, please let me have another one already!” Shaun was trembling and fidgeting with the ruffles of his dress. Despite being two years older, in the last hour the balance of their relationship and shifted forever and Liza knew that from that day forward he would always struggle to meet her eye.

“Stop messing!” Liza looked out from behind her camera, “or we will need to change your outfit again. Believe it or not, I don't want your makeup over all my clothes.” Shaun looked stung and rubbed his stockinged knees together in an attempt to suppress his raging hunger for more candy and the wrathful tongue of his little sister. Liza felt a pang of sympathy. “Just one more pose, okay?” Almost automatically, Shaun bent his knees and pushed his butt out while pursing his glossy lips over his shoulder. “Perfect!” She snapped off a picture and reached into her pocket for the candy hearts, finding it empty. “Oh dear, they're all gone. I am afraid you will have to wait until my restock arrives. That is, if I deem that you have been well-enough behaved. After all, I have big plans for these candies.” Shaun nodded and tottered demurely out the bedroom as Liza flicked through the plunders of their photoshoot on her camera. “Big plans, indeed,” she smiled. They wouldn't be enough to catch Aiko's attention, but they were a start. If she was going to bring back Aiko, there was going to be many more prissy projects left in her wake. Maybe she should have ordered more candy...

Rescue Package

 3/25

I have been toying with the idea of a sadistic lawyer as a recurring character since forever. Maybe this will be the beginning...

Saul couldn't be blamed for feeling a little outnumbered as he faced off against his ex-wife across the boardroom table. An army of lawyers flanked her on both sides while he sat alone, barely able to afford the suit he was wearing let alone legal council. He recognised the woman to his left as Alice, the scheming bitch he had watched grind her teeth during divorce proceedings as Saul and his lawyer had successfully managed to use his wife's desperation for sole custody of their children to ensure he kept everything else; the car, the house, the multi-million dollar company they had built together from the ground up... Well, Alice sure wasn't grinding her teeth today.

“Please,” he begged his wife while trying to push Alice's wide grin from his peripheral vision, “I need this. Without a bail out, creditors are going to take everything from me. They're going to take my house. Do you understand that? I'm going to be out on the street.”

“Like you took everything from my client, you mean?” Alice hissed. “LoanRanger was always her company. You were just dead weight. Just look what has happened since – you have run yourself out of business and my client has single-handedly come back even stronger with a bigger better company.”

“Please,” Saul whimpered, sweat pouring from his brow. “I need this. I will do anything.”

Alice's smile broadened. “Look, Mr. Clegg, my client isn't going to buy back in so you can destroy things all over again. If she comes back, she will be in charge. She will well and truly be wearing the trousers.” His ex-wife gave her a questioning look and Alice whispered in her ear, eliciting a sharp giggle. “There will be conditions,” Alice removed a pen from her blouse.

“Anything!” Relief flooded through Saul's body...

It was next to that same conference table a month later, Saul felt the opposite of relief as he watched Alice lead a team of Japanese investors into the boardroom. Each one stopped and looked at him admiringly. Saul shuddered as their eyes danced across his freshly surgically enhanced breasts stuffed painfully into a tight leather corset. A short pudgy man stopped and stroked his hair delicately as if it were a harp, frowning on realising in was synthetic and implanted directly into the scandalously dressed secretary's scalp. Saul blushed with humiliation and averted his gaze causing him to miss the source of a stinging slap to his pantied ass that sent ripples of pain across where his manhood was tucked securely between his cheeks. Still staring at his feet, wishing the floor to swallow him, Saul heard a cough. He looked up and realised a man was waiting for him to pull out a chair.

“Allow me!” Alice entered the room and plunged her thumb on a keyfob. Saul yelped as a rumble jolted through his ass from the buttplug lodged there. He squealed and minced to the corner as the men took their seats. “How about I put this here?” Alice placed they keyfob in the center of the table and winked at Saul. “If anyone needs anything, just buzz!”

The Night Shift

 2/25

Any job can start to drag after three years, but three years of working in UltraReal Bodysuits' call centre has really started to take its toll on Felicity. 

Good evening? Morning? Whatever... This is Felicity speaking. You are through to blah...blah...

Oh dear....*giggle* somebody sounds a little ticked off.

Yeah...well, what do you expect? I've been away for a while and when I finally come back to work, what happens? I pull the night shift.

Oh dear...

Right?! It's bullshit! Just because some corporate asshole wants me to help dweebs out of their girl suits 24/7, I have to live like a freaking nightowl.

Aren't these calls recorded?

Like I give a damn... Anyway, how can I help you?

Oh, yes, so, my friend and I loaned some of your bodysuits for a night out, you know as a couple of babes, and anyway, we were getting ready and, well, we decided we both liked the one the other had chosen a little better and so...

Get to the point gabby Gabby

Oh, right, so we swapped suits, had a wonderful night out, came back to mine to change back and my suit wont come off.

Okay, and did you check the smallprint that you could swap suits?

Yes, of course. We have heard all sorts of horror stories so we took precautions. We even purchased the add on that lets us drink alcohol without the suit locking. We had planned to tee-total to be safe but it was only a bit extra anyway.

Okay, let me find your file. Name?

Brady Lewis.

Okay Brady. Let's have a look...ah...hmmm...Can I ask how well you know your friend Brady?

Not well at all. We met online on a site for like-minded people, if you know what I mean. This kind of...hobby is not exactly something I can just ask my mates along for, you know?

Lovely story, anyway, it looks like you new pal cheaped out on the alcohol add on.

What?! So, you're saying...

I'm saying you bought the skin he rented the second your pretty pink lips downed their first shot.

Oh, Jesus! This can't be happening! Is there really nothing you can do?

Well, I can refund your alcohol add on if you like?

I don't understand.

Well, if your suit doesn't have the alcohol add on either then...I'm too tired to explain...

…

I'll take your silence as a yes. Have a good night gabby Gabby. Tell your friend not to bother calling...

The Rumours of my Feminisation Have Been Greatly Exaggerated

 1/25

AND...HERE...WE....GO!! The first caption I wrote in nearly four years. I will admit I was a little rusty and they get better (IMO!!) but you gotta start somewhere so it seemed a fitting place to begin Season 4

Seth stared across the desk at the two women who held his fate in their well-manicured hands as they pawed their way delicately through his university application. The admissions office appeared to shrink giving him a front row to seat to every wrinkle of the nose and he clenched his seat with both his hands and butt cheeks in anticipation of the next question in his grilling.

If only they knew how much rested on their decision. Not just his future. His pride, his sanity, his redemption and his escape rolled into one. But alas, how could they understand the living hell that had become his final year of high school?

It had all started with that year's season of Ru Paul. There had been the usual casting call for auditions and some bright spark had photoshopped an application of Seth in drag and put it on social media. It wasn't clear if people believed it was real. It didn't matter. They wanted it to be real and so it went viral all the same. The teasing followed and even those who didn't ridicule him but rather supported him and his 'bravery' were unable to see him as anything other than his supposed alter ego, Crystal Beth. Things reached critical mass when he realised even his parents weren't 100% sure if it was real or not. He had to get out.

The first admissions officer looked up from his application and sighed while her colleague continued to type notes on her laptop. “You know we get so many applications,” she began carefully, “and it is awfully difficult to stand out. Good grades just aren't enough these days. If only you had something else...some pezazzz.” Seth could feel his hopes slipping through his fingers in the awkward silence that followed. Suddenly, the second admissions officer stopped her typing and blinked widely. She nudged her colleague and seconds later they were both looking at the laptop screen with wide smiles.

“Is this you?” She turned the laptop around and Seth's heart sank as he saw she had been looking at his mocked up Ru Paul application. “You know, when we do social media background checks on our applicants, we very rarely find anything positive, but this is perfect. Not only do we put great stock in the performing arts but we take pride in our academia leading LGBTQ+ community.” She stood and offered out her hand. “Mr. Walker, welcome aboard.” Seth took her hand nervously. “Of course, your participation in our arts will be monitored. We want to make sure you are getting the most out of your time here at BTRU.”

It was 3 months later and Seth was standing in the dressing room before the first weekly meeting of the student union Drag Arts Club. His skin felt like it was melting beneath the caked on layers of makeup and even with a summer's worth of practising getting ready under his belt, he still wasn't used to the weight of the thick vinyl dress. Making a silent note to buy something more airy once his student loans came in, he turned to join the rest of the club eager to meet a former Ru Paul applicant.

Season 4 Prologue (Aiko Unsweetened)

 Okay, so it's not a tg caption (sorry) but it is something to wet the appetite and give a taste of what's to come. Three years have passed (sorry!!) and it's only right that they have passed in my captioning universe too. I realise I left poor Aiko on a bit of a cliffhanger back in 2017 so I thought this quick prologue was necessary to reel her story in a little. By the way, if you are new to my captions, you can find all the Aiko captions in order (as well as the rest of my series) on my series tab at the top of the page. I do plan to clean this page up when I get a sec. If you mostly just enjoy standalone stories, don't worry, as before my hiatus. my captions will be split about 50/50 between my character series and individual stories. 

One last thing, I am going to start posting the text below the caption since I know a lot more people will likely view these on smartphones now and my captions are kinda wordy. If I forget, poke me (gently) and I'll get them added. So, without further blab...

Aiko perched on top of her sofa as if trying to distance herself from the boxes that littered her living room floor. Her clothes to the left, her 'girls' outfits to the right, rainbows of pretty colours and fabrics piled up ready to be discarded – faded glories of triumphs passed. Aiko's chin slumped deeper into her palm as she realised how much of herself she was throwing away.

What was the point? They were just decorations – nothing but painful reminders of what had been, a former life. Even Colin was gone, her most faithful and favourite sissy swept away by the tantric calling of the Guru and her cursed self-hypnosis tapes. Almost three years now – a few months fewer than Nishi had been perverting herself to sleazy men on the internet and as she slumped there in her misery, Aiko realised it was all her fault. The more she had dug looking for the Guru, the more she had lost and now three years later she was left with nothing but boxes of pretty rags and a job interview at a call centre for mail order flowers. She adjusted her sensible dress and screamed silently.

With a loud grunt, a tiny Japanese women with white hair heaved a cardboard box bigger that herself into the room.

“Oh Aiko, sweetheart,” her Grandma's heart seemed at the point of breaking on seeing her sadness, “I do wish you could muster a smile. You have become such a beautiful young woman. I do wish I knew how to fix you.” She put the box down and pondered for a second. “Maybe this job will be the key. The first rays of a new dawn.” Aiko gave an appreciative smile and watched her grandma gaze over the sea of boxes with hands on hips. “Are you sure about throwing out all this candy too?” The old woman gestured to the box she had just brought in. “It seems an awful waste.”

“Yes Sobo,” Aiko sighed heavily. “I have no use for it now.” Her mind shifted to the approaching interview and was reminded that she still needed to renew her monthly metrocard to get there. She looked up at her beloved grandmother bending her ancient body to lift the huge box of candy once more. “Actually Sobo,” she forced a smile, “leave it. The online store on my website is still active. Perhaps I can sell enough of it t