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?

You have to help me! Please help me! This is a nightmare!

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My suit, the one I have on loan from you, it's been hacked!!

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What do mean it won't come off?

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

Okay, that's strange. All our bodysuits are state-of-the-art, expertly handcrafted to give the most authentic female experience to any wearer. Wait a minute...didn't you say you thought it had been hacked?!

I got an email.

An email?!

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

Oh, right. Those...

Yes, those...

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They don't want money...

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Sir?

...but I can't stay like this. This was supposed to be a bit of fun...

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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..

The Last Time I Babysat Part 3

My outrage stayed awake even as I drifted from consciousness and I awoke with the acute need to scream with fury. Yet try as I might, I couldn't get any sound out to expel my anger. I couldn't even move. Something thick and rubber had been shoved into my mouth and the more I fought to spit it out, the more I seemed to suck on it. With every effort a foul tasted seemed to fill my mouth and I got the sensation of something liquid running down my throat. I came to the realisation that it was a pacifier and one of the girls had clipped it to my lower lip. When I tried to remove it I found that my wrists were tied down either side of my head to some kind of mattress. I tried to look, but whatever was restraining my hands was rigidly attached to my neck rendering me completely unable to move my head. Attempts to move my feet revealed that my ankles were similarly bound down. In fact I was completely helpless to do anything but stare at the ceiling above me.

“Awww...the baby's awake!” A female voice cooed from somewhere in the room. “Doesn't she look cute!” Memories of the humiliating outfit flooded back and even though I couldn't see it, I knew it was there. I could feel the silk stockings enveloping my legs and clinging to my thighs. I could feel that stupid dress swimming around me. I could feel the burn of the adhesive binding the wig to my scalp. But I could also feel something new – a puffy, squishy material around my ass and crotch. I realised in horror that I was wearing a diaper.

“You don't even know what this is about do you?” Christina's face appeared above me. “Of course you don'y. You're far too stupid!” She laughed cruelly as I was helpless to do anything but stare straight up at her. “You really thought I wouldn't find out? That you sold those pictures of me on OnlyFemmes? You thought I wouldn't remember my little sister's pervert babysitter bursting in on me in the shower with his cameraphone? You thought I wouldn't put two and two together?”

“Isn't revenge sweet?” Rebecca appeared above me from the other side. “In fact, it's fucking adorable.” She bent over and pinched my cheek. “The best part is we don't even live here anymore. We forgot to hand one of our keys over when we moved out and decided to make use of it. I just wish I could see the new owners' faces when they come home to find you lying here like this. It would be a shame if they called the cops on the prissy little pervert that had tied himself up in their house. Oh well...”

The girls disappeared from view and my heart thudded in my chest as I listened to their footstep leading away, the closing of doors and finally the sound of a key in a lock. Unable to scream, I did the only thing I could and started to cry – big wet pitiful tears that trickled down my cheeks as I tried to think of how this could get any worse. All of a sudden, there was a tightness in my gut, my stomach cramped painfully and my eyes widened in terror as I realised what the liquid seeping off the pacifier and down my throat had been...

 

The Last Time I Babysat Part 2

 

The next time I awoke I was alone. I lay in a heap on the floor and a heavy silence rested over me. I blinked and groaned as my head throbbed and the room swirled around me. Slowly, I tried to stand and with a squeal of surprise I flopped helplessly back onto the wooden floor. Rolling over on my backside, I stared down at my feet to inspect what had inhibited my balance and I gave a short horrified gasp at the glittering monstrosities attached to my feet. Not only that, but shimmering silk stockings sprouted from the silver platform heels buckled tightly to my feet and encased my legs all the way up to my thighs.

By now my heart was pounding and my mouth fell open into a wide 'O'. I was greeted by the strange sensation of hair falling between my parted lips. I had always had short hair and as I became more aware of my surroundings I recalled when I had woken up previously to find my entire body had been shaved. I was certain that had included my head. So what was this hair falling over my face? I reached up in horror to find heaps of hair cascading down my back – a wig. I gave it a tug and it stayed firm, so I pulled harder and searing pain ran across my scalp. That bitch had glued it right on to my skin.

I was on the verge of hyperventilating at this point and I scrambled to feet with the intention of running away as fast as these ridiculous shoes would allow Ideas of calling the police and getting this crazy bitch locked up seethed within me. Being alone, my rage still overpowered my humiliation as I glowered at the stupid frilly gloves that had been pulled over my hands. Even as I had chance to take in the absurd dress I had been stuffed into in all its gaudy glory, all I could think of was revenge. This all ended when I stumbled over to the open doorway and found Christina standing there smirking at me. It suddenly dawned on me how truly pathetic I must have looked.

“I always did suck at science,” Christina sighed, “but I could have sworn I got the dose right this time. Well, at least I got you into most of your outfit...”

“Most?” I glanced down at her hands and saw she was holding a syringe. “You mean there's more?” Fear seized me and I started to totter backwards on my prissy stilts as my imagination went into overdrive dreaming up ways this could possibly get any worse.

“Oh, trust me, there's so much more!” The voice came from behind me and I turned to find a slightly older version of the girl who had drugged me. It all clicked together in a second. How could I have been so stupid?! I had thought Rebecca would be too old for a babysitter by now because she WAS too old for a babysitter. It had been Rebecca who had given me the laced wine, not Christina – the older sister with whom I now found myself face to face. I stood there in shock and outrage at my own stupidity as Rebecca plunged the syringe into my neck...

The Last Time I Babysat Part 1

 Thank you for all your lovely comments. I am glad you are enjoying my captions

Babysitting wasn't a regular earner for me. In fact, I hadn't done it in years. But money is money and despite making quick bucks selling nudes of a few ex-girlfriends on OnlyFemmes, I was still hard up for cash. That's why when the text came asking if I would look after Rebecca one Saturday evening I said yes with no hesitation. It was a bit out of the blue. Rebecca had been a cute little kid when I had looked after her back in the day but that seemed like an age ago. Surely she was old enough to stay home by herself by now... Apparently not! Besides, what sealed the deal was her older sister. Christina was certified hot property and I feel no shame in telling you that I watched her getting ready to go out with her friends with my jaw on the floor every time I was round there. I even caught her coming out of the shower one time. Reading the babysitting offer back again on my phone, I hoped to God she still lived at home.

My prayers didn't go long unanswered as she opened the door to me moments after I pressed the doorbell. She was exactly as I remembered her – utterly gorgeous and it suddenly occurred to me that now I was in my twenties I might actually have a shot with her.

“Christina, wow! You look amazing!” I smiled at her. She seemed to blink with surprise but quickly regained her composure and invited me inside. Just like old times she appeared to be getting ready to go out and there was an open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. She offered me a glass. “Sure,” I nodded trying to play it cool. “Where is Rebecca?”

“Around here somewhere,” Christina grinned handing me the drink. “You know what kids are like – they get everywhere they're not supposed to.” She watched intently as I took a long sip of wine and I tried to act like I did this kind of thing all the time. I managed right up until the room began to spin...

I awoke with a throbbing headache. Not only that but all the skin on my body felt like it was glowing – as if I had just pulled a giant band-aid off. Groggily, I rolled over to find Christina sitting over me with a razor in her hand.

“Shit!” she tossed the blade into a bowl of hot water next to a tangle of spent waxing strips. “Looks like I got the dosage wrong!” Before she could react, I stumbled to my feet. It was then I realised I was completely hairless from head to toe. Not only that but a pair of tight satin panties clung to my newly smooth backside. What the fuck was going on here?! I tried to run but my legs felt like jelly and the world sloshed around me with the after effects of whatever Christina had given me. I moved in the direction of what I thought was the door but giddily sprawled onto the sofa instead. Feebly, I tried to clamber over the back cushions to put furniture between myself and the crazy bitch that had drugged me. However, my burst of energy spent, I only succeeded in flopping forward and presenting my pantied butt pathetically in the air to my captor. “Bless you,” the girl giggled behind me, “but we're not done, not by a long SHOT!” There was a sharp pinch in my ass and then everything went black.