No Imitations

 There won't be a Flashback Friday this week because I am away on a trip and haven't had chance to write one, so I am going to give you something a little different. This is a Mannequeen caption I wrote back in 2016 and never posted for various reasons. Now that I have finished the current iteration of the Mannequeen story, I am happy to post it.

Fabio awoke face down on a piano, something akin to what his high school music teacher used to play, a million miles from the antique grand piano that stood in his ballroom. Pealing his face from the keys, he was surprised to find a weird smear left behind and alerted to the fact his face did feel a little strange, like his skin was coated in something thick and powdery, he sent his hands up to investigate. In was not what his hands found on his face that really scared him, though that was bad enough, but what his face found when his hands touched it. They were soft, small and slender and when he looked at them he saw that the nails had French tips. Things escalated quickly from there as he realised that these were the least of his problems, the greatest most likely being the pair of buxom bosoms that had conquered his chest. He checked between his legs. Scratch that…this was the greatest of his problems. In a state of panic he glanced around himself for any indication as to why he was now a woman but all he found in the otherwise bare room was the piano bench his new rounded ass was sat on and a metronome and small tape recorder lying on top of the piano. Seeing no other options, he pressed play…

‘Hello, Fabio. I want to play a game. I am the Mannequeen. I tell you this not because I am especially keen to get my identity out there but because recently my work has fell foul to that of a cheap imitation, a knock off, ‘the Cleaner’. I know you don’t understand why this angers me, after all you bear a far bigger resemblance to the maid, especially now you have tits. Like her, you build your reputation by defrauding others. For you it was a piano track that you stole from your brother and sold it as your own, making millions from its success. When he appealed to you, you used your new found wealth to appoint lawyers to squash his claim and then his reputation, leaving him nothing. Well, tonight we’re going to have a private little concert. You have been fitted with one of my cutting edge female bodysuits that unless unlocked with bond permanently to your skin in a little over twenty minutes. To unlock it all you have to do is play the piece of music you are famous for. It shouldn’t be too difficult for an expert musician like yourself. Oh, and for a little extra fun you might find your libido goes up somewhat every time you him a G. If you’re not sure, that’s the key next to the G#. You have twenty minutes.’

Fabio cursed his luck as he looked at the keys the way one might look at hieroglyphs and longed for the programmable piano that he used to perform live. He tried to hear the melody in his head. Surely, it couldn’t be that hard. He tried one on the black keys but it sounded nothing like he was expecting and in frustration he mashed the keys with both hands. There was a jolt between his legs and he found himself gasping for air. He looked where he’d smashed hands. Which one had been the G? Not that it mattered, he realised as his defeat seeped in. He was going to have a lifetime of looking for the G. His own…

Season 8 Epilogue - Saving Grace Part 3 (Pink n Prissy Collective)

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Thank you to everyone who ready my latest season of captions. Please stay tuned for news on Season 9 coming soon!!

The first two parts of this story were earlier in the season but you can catch all of my Pink n Prissy Collective captions on my index page.

“I am telling you guys,” Terri beamed to the rest of the Pink n Prissy Collective - as she led them through the entrance hall of their shared house, “I really think Grace is making progress. She just needs to get her first boy under her belt. Once she gets some poor sucker in panties, there will be no slowing her down.”

“Totally!” Charlotte agreed. “She just needs to find her thing. What is those cop shows always call it? Her MO? Once she has her method under her fingers...I agree with Terri. She will be unstoppable.”

“Modus Oper...Holy shit!” Cassie dropped her purse to the floor as the girls passed into the house's shared living space. Grace stood before them – her baggy hoodie gone, replaced by a sleek leather biker jacket and skinny jeans. But that wasn't what had stopped the girls short, for in front of Grace should another figure – one with soft curled brown hair, subtle feminine makeup and flowery cinched summer dress. “Grace...you did this?”

“I did,” Grace's cheeks went pink but pride shone from her smile. “Meet Alec – in a former life, he was the boy with bad breath that caught the bus at the same stop as me. Now, he is cleaned up, improved..pretty. Hell, he is Pink n Prissy!”

“He sure is!” Josie admired her work, approaching the feminised boy and inspecting his outfit – noting the slightly odd vacant expression he was wearing. “So, how did you do it?” She probed with curiosity. “Did you use your charms like Chralotte? Hypnosis? Did you drug him? Slip him horribly addictive candy?”

“Well, that's the funny thing...” Grace shifted with discomfort. “At first I was getting nowhere. I tried the flirtatious approach, but nothing was happening. We were just hanging out in the city. It was like I was being reverse friend-zoned. And then we went into this weird shop. They had these strange dolls and as soon as I saw them, I just had to have them.” She gestured to a figure just over a foot tall stood on the chair next to Alec. “As soon as we got out of the shop with these in my bag, it was like a switch had been flipped. Alec seemed willing to do whatever I asked. It was easy.”

“These?” Terri echoed.

“Yes!” The light in Grace's eyes reignited. “I bought five of them – one for each of us. I thought they could be like our mascots. I got a great deal too. That shop had all sorts of awesome stuff. You guys should totally check it out. It is called 'Gloria Honeypot's Emporium of Fun and Folly'...”

Whatever Happened to Jonas and the State Panel? (Uncensored)

 This is a Flashback Friday for an old Femnonymous caption - Uncensored

“Do you know which one is Jonas?” Bryan whispered as he raised a red solo cup of beer to his lips. The four women across the other side of the hotel suite looked as out of place at the party full of drunken twenty-somethings as the Frontline Entertainment Media cameraman felt – least not because he was having to film covertly from a phone poking out from his pocket rather than his trusty over the shoulder camera.

“Does it matter? They all look ridiculous!” Madison, his partner, retorted. The women in question had all once been powerful politicians, making up the influential State Panel for the Regulation of Pornography and Adult Entertainment. Spurred on by other prominent delegates, including one of FEM's other recent interviewees, 'Lance Charleton', the group sought to pass laws that banned all adult media not portraying traditional male-female relations. That is until the day they were seized by Femnonymous and transformed into the very thing they were lobbying against.

“I think it is the blonde.” Bryan continued. “He was definitely blonde in the video. I remember one of the others yelling his name while he pulled on it and...well...” The video was a now infamous scene that Femnonymous had forced the politicians to perform in if they wanted to retain what remained of their male anatomies. Once released to the public, it had immediately gone viral over the less restricted areas of the internet and become a source of deep embarrassment for the men's political party. The State Panel's fate was never officially acknowledged and the men were never seen publicly again, leading to widespread rumour and speculation over what had happened to them. One of the wilder message board theories was that the party had felt such anger and shame over what had happened that they had created new identities for the four men as eye candy at political rallies. Now, ten years later, they were held in such low esteem that they might be used as little more than glorified strippers at the 21^st birthday party of a senator's son. That was exactly what Bryan and Madison were here tonight to verify. “Speaking of that video...” Bryan continued. “Do you think they did enough to keep their...you know...”

“I never watched it...” Madison lied, downing the rest of her drink. Adrenaline still coarsed through her from sneaking into the party and she was itching to talk to the women. They certainly ticked the boxes of what they were looking for – obviously surgically enhanced bodies, that glassy vacant stare they had seen in Femnonymous's other victims, a clear familiarity with each others' bodies that suggested they had shared a fair bit more that just handshakes. She had forced herself to study that video – every deepthroat, every cumshot, every humiliated grunt...if they hadn't done enough to keep their cocks, she wasn't sure what they would have needed to do... And yet, she still wasn't sure. “Come on,” she said to her partner as she tossed her cup onto a counter. “Let's go ask. If Jonas is the blonde, I'm buying dinner...”  

Customer Serviced Part 2

 

“I think she likes you!” Chloe giggled in the back room of 'Pleasure Hunt Adult Store'. She had spent the last half an hour preparing the shop's newest demonstration model for its full debut and was now playing with the app settings. She had just turned the libido function up to the max and the ShortStaqqed bodysuit occupied by Jack, a one-time would-be customer, hung out its tongue expectantly and bulged eyes filled with lust and shame in equal measure.

“Honey, everyone likes me!” Her colleague, Jasmine cackled. “I have huge tits, an ass to die for, the face of an angel, and a nine-inch cock! What is there not to like?” She stroked the side of Jack's face gently – his skin shimmering from the sheen-finish Chloe has just finished spraying on. “Though this one does seem particularly keen.”

“Girl! You have no idea!” Chloe smiled. “Watch this!” She took her hand and slid it beneath the fabric of the tiny black panties Jack was wearing and rubbed slowly for a mere two seconds. The small storeroom was overcome by the comically loud moaning of the crouched bodysuited figure. Even after Chloe removed her fingers, Jack continued to pant uncontrollably and Jasmine watched wide-eyed as her colleague wiped a hand dripping with bodily juices down the front of the bimbo's balloon-like tits..

“That's hot as fuck!” Jasmine gasped. “How much are we selling these for? I gotta get me one!” She rounded the squatting Jack and playfully snapped a bra-strap. Inside the ShortStaqqed bodysuit, the feminised man's drooling face was almost exactly at crotch height for the transgender amazon.

“Don't bother!” Chloe snorted. “As a shop employee, you get free use of this one. Though I recommend getting your fun's worth now. Once we turn our customers loose on this bitch, she's gonna be used up faster than lube at a buttplug convention.

Jack was soon to learn that Jasmine hadn't been exaggerating about her nine-inch cock. Even in spite of his lust addled brain, he found enough conviction inside himself to try to close his plump red lips before she could insert her giant dick. Only he had forgotten about the bodysuit's built it oral fleshlight and he was soon chowing down on her meaty appendage with a pair of perfectly shaved balls bobbing against his chin. He didn't want to enjoy it. He wanted to hate it, but the suit had other ideas, and as Jasmine was pressing her hands against the back of his head to shoot hot cum down his throat, he too was writhing in ecstasy – his eyes rolled back and desperate moans spluttering on the huge cock choking him. For a second he dwelled on the irony that he came here looking to reignite his sex life – now he was getting more than he could ever handle. As Jasmine pulled out of him, streams of semen dripping over his bottom lip and pooling between his tits, his eyes briefly wandered across the shelves of the stock room full of all the toys customers would be allowed...no, invited to use on him. He groaned but he could already feel the bodysuit betraying him, becoming excited, craving the debauchery he was dreading...

Customer Serviced Part 1

 

“It's called the ShortStaqqed,” Chloe explained in a hushed tone. She still couldn't believe what she had just helped the other two women do and was feeling equal parts terrified and horny. She met each of their gazes and saw the fire in their eyes that she felt in her own. Smiling devilishly, she raised her glass of wine. “It's one of our off-brand options but it will do the job alright!” She gestured to the figure in the red latex lingerie sprawled on the rug between them, one eye still half-closed from the massive dose of tranquillizer. “He came in asking for UltraReal, of course. All our customers do. It's the only brand of bodysuit they know. But their safety record is terrible. Even my girl Felicity says so and she works for UltraReal. Hence, we don't stock them. A small independent sex shop like ours is just one lawsuit away from extinction.”

“Jack never did have much of an imagination,” Adrianna sighed. “Maybe if he did, he wouldn't have to resort to this kind of crap to get me into bed. He never did like being told 'no' either...”

“You can say that again...” Chloe snorted. “When I told him UltraReal was a 'no-go', he hit the roof – yelling and calling me useless bitch, even blaming me for him not being able to get laid. Fortunately for me, Jessie here was on hand with her phone out recording the whole thing.” She nodded to the third woman in their circle. “I don't know what he would have done if you weren't there. Of course, I didn't realise until afterwards she was your sister.”

“I went in to buy a dildo,” Jessie giggled, “but Jack wasn't the kind of giant dick I was looking for!”

“Come now, Jess...” Adrianna smirked. “Jack and 'giant dick' don't belong in the same sentence – trust me... And I too am glad you got the whole thing recorded. And, Chloe, I am more than grateful you were happy to share your stock with us and my dearest drugged husband.” She paused to watch the bodysuited Jack groan loudly as he continued to rouse from his stupor. “Why don't you tell us a little bit more about the 'ShortStaqqed'.?”

“Well, aside from the obvious...” Chloe began as Jack began to paw dumbly at the huge jiggly breasts attached to his chest. “Its unique selling point is its size-compression features. Regardless of how big the wearer is going in, they will always stand no more that a shade under five feet once it's sealed.” She laughed softly as Jack stared up at the ceiling as if it were too far away. “It is a submissive type suit and comes with app controls as standard to set the wearer's libido and obedience. Oh, and it has a full set of oral, vaginal and anal fleshlight inserts for easy penetration – though in this horny slut both the vaginal and anal inserts will be going straight into his ass...”

“What are you going to do with him?” Jessie gasped almost spilling her wine.

“I'm not going to do anything.” Chloe smiled. “I will leave that to our customers. I have a feeling we are going to sell a lot more ShortStaqqed bodysuits now that we have our own demo model!”

Gender Vendor

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George stared with a growing desperation through the glass of the vending machine at the rows upon rows of AquaLure bottled water. One of them held the elixir – the sole golden ticket back to his own body. The rest? Just gallons upon gallons of good old hydrating aitch two oh.

“Good thing you look like a girl who swallows!” The witch smirked from behind him. “Who knows how many of those you will have to drink before you get the right one. That's if one of these lovely people don't get it first....” The heavily tattooed woman in the sexy black bikini glanced around her at the busy local pool milling with people in bathing suits. “So, what's the plan? You can't just crouch there hissing at people all day to scare them away. This place does actually have security...”

For the first time that day, George didn't have a plan. In the morning, his plan had been to sleep until noon...and at noon his plan had been to visit his local swimming pool and steal valuables from the lockers as their owners frolicked in the water. It was when he broke into his fifth locker and found the sleek leather clothing and the creepy pendant that things started to go awry. The slender inked up girl had been none too pleased to catch him in the act and she had snatched the pendant from his grasp and screeched words in a language he didn't recognise.

That's how George came to be in the quiet corner next to the drinks machine – long blonde hair spilling over delicate tanned shoulders, a plump lipped pout on his face and a cute yet revealing chequered bikini on his butt. The girl had explained he could either remain as the sweet but sexy pool babe or find and drink the elixir from the vending machine. The problem being he had neither a clue which bottle held the keys to his escape nor the change to extract any of them from the machine.

“Hey!” George called out to a nearby man with greying hair. “Do you have any change?” The man just stared at him and George felt the need to add, “I'm really thirsty!” The older guy seemed to be ignoring his pleas so he tried one last desperate offer. “I'll show you my tits! Buy we some water and I'll let you feel them!” The man stormed off in disgust and George felt shame wash through him. He squatted down and tried to retrieve a bottle by reaching up through the machine's chute.

“I will get you some water!” George glanced over his shoulder to see a big man with dreads. “I will get you all the water you want. You do look so very thirsty!” George started to stand but the man put one hand out to stop him and tucked his other into the waistband on his shorts. “No, no you stay down there you pretty little thing. I will give you what you want if you give me what I want. You do look so very thirsty.” He repeated as he stroked the side of George's feminine face before clutching him just behind the ear. “And you look like a girl who swallows...”

Raising the Bar

 

Garth came from a family of lawyers. His father was a criminal defence attorney, his mother was in mergers and for the past six years Garth had been practising family law. It seemed inevitable that his younger sister, Kayleigh, would follow in the traditional – if only she could just pass the bar... When she came hammering on his door on the evening of her latest attempt, tears streaming down her face, his question was not whether she had failed – it was how did she know so quickly.

“It's all computerised now,” she explained in between gasping sobs. “You know your score right away. Oh, Garth, it's so unfair... You know I would have got it this time if it wasn't for Greg!” Greg was Kayleigh's long term boyfriend, who had ungraciously ditched her just two days before the prestigious exam, apparently realising that the long hours she had dedicated to studying the law was a sign of what was to come rather than a short-term hurdle to overcome. “I haven't been able to concentrate since he left... Oh, Garth, I can take a makeup test tomorrow but if I fail that, I can't retake for another year!” She buried her face in his shoulder. “There's no way I can pass the bar tomorrow,” she continued to cry before stopping abruptly. She pulled back from her brother and studied his face. “But...you can...”

The next day, Garth was sat at a laptop inside the exam room. Identical desks surrounded him signalling the smallest of mercies – he was the only person doing the makeup test today. Apparently his oath to hold up the law, not to mention his dignity, was no match for his fierce loyalty to his family and a pair of puppy-dog eyes. To Kayleigh's credit, she had done a sterling image recreating him in her image. As siblings, they were physically similar anyway, but a few pounds of cosmetics and a hastily bought wig had blurred the lines completely. When he had started to look through his sister's outfits for something sensible and conservative to wear, she had stopped him and insisted something suggestive just in case it could win favour with the examiners in some way, That's how he had ended up in a figure-hugging white dress with buttons down the front that frankly looked like it was missing the skirt. Completing the exam with one waxed leg crossed over the other felt absurd.

The biggest problem, however, was an unexpected one. Garth had passed the bar the first time six years ago, and he hadn't exactly maintained a broad understanding of the law while working in family court. The questions swam on the screen before him as he realised in horror that the exam was a lot harder than he had expected. He couldn't fail – not like this. He couldn't fail Kayleigh. Knuckling down, he tried to answer each question as carefully as he could and when finally he finished, he closed the laptop's lid and looked at the examiner expectantly.

“Such a close thing,” the man sighed walking down the center of the empty exam room. “Just a couple of marks in it...” He reached down to unzip his fly. “Which way though? Well...a sweet thing like you with a pretty mouth.” He smirked cruelly. “That's up to you...”