Smoking Hot

Kaitlyn swatted with irritation at the buzzing intercom on her desk as if it were some intruding insect. It had been a long day for the hypnotherapist and now her 5 o'clock was late. Not that she was in any rush to spend another hour with that insufferable man and his futile attempt to quit smoking. The moron didn't seem to understand that she wasn't some kind of magician. To make progress you actually had to make a commitment towards improvement – not just lie there lazily on her couch, farting into the expensive red leather and ignoring her. The intercom buzzed again furiously.

“For God's sake, what?!” Kaitlyn yelled down the line at her secretary, who no doubt heard her from the adjoining office through the wall anyway. “Sorry...what it is Cathy?”

“It's your 5 o'clock, Doctor – Mr. Kent, the smoker,” her voice sounded feeble and tinny through the speaker, “he's cancelled his session. He says the therapy isn't working. He called it a waste of time.” Cathy paused knowing her boss would need a moment to seethe before she piled on the bad news. “That's not all, Doctor. His son is here, at the front desk I mean. It seems Mr. Kent wants his money back and he sent the boy to collect it.”

“Right...” Kaitlyn sighed angrily. As nice as it was not to have to spend any more time with the flatulent Mr. Kent, she couldn't believe the nerve of the man demanding a refund on an entire course of therapy. She smiled thinly as an idea started to form. “Oh Cathy,” she said pushing down the button on the intercom, “send him through won't you? I'm sure we can work something out...”

An hour passed and Cathy was getting a little impatient. It was past six and she wanted to go home but her boss was still in with Mr. Kent's son. What was she doing? He wasn't even a patient. She knocked on the door gently and pushed into the doctor's office expecting to see her with the boy in his late teens she had led through earlier. What she got instead almost made her fall down in shock.

“Ah Cathy,” Kaitlyn waved her in, “we were just finishing up.” The doctor gestured to what appeared to be a young woman in a short dress and heels sprawled on the leather couch. “I told Billy here that we couldn't refund his dad's payment but since the last session was already paid for we could use it to give young Billy some help understanding girls. Some hypnosis and a little help from my prop cupboard and I would say he is more than in touch with his feminine side. It's just a shame the hour is up so quickly.”

“Huh?” Cathy's eyes were popping out of her head at the sight of the boy with the blank stare piercing through layers of makeup. “You're sending him home like that?”

“Oh, don't worry,” Kaitlyn grinned, “he will snap out of it before he gets home. It's best he keeps the outfit anyway since I have programmed his femme alter-ego to re-emerge every time he sees his dad smoking a cigarette.”  

 

RansomWear

 Sorry for the late caption this week. I had a job interview on Tuesday morning so I was busy on Monday. 

By the way, thank you for all the lovely comments on my captions, I am not intentionally ignoring them but I am having problems leaving replies as I get logged out whenever I try. Please know I read and appreciate all of them.

Good afternoon, you're through to UltraReal Bodysuits Customer Care, my name is Felicity. How can I help you today?

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It won't come off. When I try to activate the keypad on the hip, the LED just flashes red and then nothing happens.

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I got an email.

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Some anonymous sender, but they knew everything about me. Said they had hacked my suit with something called a ransomware virus.

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Yes, those...

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They don't want money...

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...and now I'm stuck like this...unless...unless...but it's vile...degrading...to be used like that...

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…

But....that....that is going to stay with you forever...

After the Sleepover

 If I were to do a few Flashback Fridays, which captions would you like them for? Can be recent ones or ancient...

“We're never gonna talk about this ever again, right?” James didn't even dare look at his friend as they sauntered away from the girls' summer cabin. The morning sun was just rising above the trees and casting unwanted daylight on the two feminised boys. Finally, in anticipation of a response, he looked over at Warren and instantly regretted it – his friend's poofy sleeved dress, knee length socks and pigtailed hair an exact replica of his own. “I mean, I won't mention it if you don't.”

“Whatever...” Warren grunted as they trudged away the house where their nightmares had become reality. Sleep deprived and humiliated, he had no interest in conversing with his partner in crime. Every word was like reliving the whole wretched experience. He just wanted to get home and get this crap off of him.

One thing they both agreed on was that it was a mistake to crash the girls' sleepover at Jane's dad's fishing cabin. Their curiosity had got the better of them as they imagined the sordid things a few teenaged girls might get up to alone in the dark and went along to do some spying. The problem was that it was not a 'few' girls at all. In fact, there were twelve and once the boys were discovered peeking in through the window, they were quickly overpowered and given a close up demonstration of what sordid things girls can get up to.

Being naked with a hot girl is exciting, but as the boys found out, being naked around twelve is terrifying – especially when said nudity is not mutual. After forcefully stripping James and Warren, the girls raided an old dressing up box from when Jane and her sister used to spend summers in the cabin with their parents and stuffed the boys into matching princess outfits. It would only get worse, as they boys lived out one of the longest nights of their young lives.

First up was Truth or Dare and it was always James and Warren's turn. The dares consisted of allowing the girls to put makeup on them and paint their nails and once they were sufficiently prissy they moved onto making the boys hold hands and even kiss. For Truth, they were made to adopt a character and answer humiliating questions in feminine voices and if they refused one of the girls would hike up their dress and pinch their balls, which were being squeezed by pairs of super-tight panties. Finally, as it approached five in the morning, the last of the girls went to bed and James and Warren were able to slip out into the dawn.

“So, we're agreed?” James persisted, eager to forget that just hours ago he had kissed his best friend on the lips. “Say, do you have money for the bus?”

“The bus?” Warren's glossed bottom lip dropped open as he imagined being on a crowded bus dressed as they were.

“Yeah, did you forget?” James said. “We're like ten miles from home. Either we get the bus or we walk all the way through town like this.” Both boys fell silent as they realised that even if they never spoke about this again, there would be plenty of other people to do it for them.

Reason for Cheer

 I am really sorry about the unintended break. I planned to skip a week from Christmas and then I was really ill for the two weeks that followed. I have only been functional since about Friday. Anyway, here's a nice gentle one to start off the new year.

One of the greatest moments of my life happened in the school gym during a basketball game. No, no, it isn't what you are thinking. I wasn't out there on the court. I'm not some athletic prodigy. No, actually, I was sitting on the bleachers with every other loser forced into sycophancy to those more sportingly accomplished in the name of school spirit.

On that sweltering afternoon there was a problem with the scoreboard and the game had been delayed almost an hour. Boredom and frustration reigned and even the cheerleaders usually deployed to rev up the spectators had exhausted their routine and were sitting on the playing surface amongst their pompoms grumbling like everyone else. I don't remember why I started doing it. Just a fidget I guess, but absent-mindedly I raised a foot and planted it down on the metal bleacher. The other followed and then a clap and before I knew it I was drumming out the percussive introduction of 'We Will Rock You' by Queen. BOOM BOOM TSSSH. BOOM BOOM TSSH. Right foot, left foot, clap. Right foot, left foot clap.

The acoustics of the large airy room carried the infectious rhythm and within seconds my beat had spread in every direction from where I sat and met at the other side of the room. The entire gym was following my lead. BOOM BOOM TSSSH. BOOM BOOM TSSH. Right foot, left foot, clap. Right foot, left foot clap. It didn't matter that noone knew I started it. I knew. It had become much bigger than that. The rhythm was an extension of myself but it now encompassed the whole room and everyone inside. It was electric. I felt so powerful. Single-handedly I had rejuvenated the pre-game spirit and now even the cheerleaders were on their feet. I was in heaven.

Before I continue my story, you need to get to know me a little better. I am not a popular guy. Not by any stretch of the imagination. I am not someone you would ever give a second look. Hell, I am not someone you would even remember meeting. So to have an entire room of my peers following my lead like that is simply something I can't even properly describe. It is also why when given a chance to wish for anything my heart desired, I asked to relive that moment...again and again...

I think the girl who offered me the wish may have been trying to trick me. Like some kind of corrupt-a-wish thing. She introduced herself after school one day as Jeanie and said I could have anything I wanted. I told her and she smiled this sort of naughty smile. No girl had ever smiled at me that way before and I didn't get more than a few moments to enjoy it as suddenly my body was filled with a warm glow and began to change. I became something else,,,someone new...my wish was fulfilled...

I was surprised how easy it was to get on the cheer squad. The bitchy stereotypes just never came up and I was welcomed with open arms. It didn't matter that I was a beginner as I was given the easier parts of the routines while I learned the ropes and soon the watching crowds loved me too. Maybe it's because of how I look now..