The Tribute (an Aiko Story)

 13/25

The park was crowded with people. The carnival was in town and the meadows were littered with fairground rides. Aiko spotted Liza by the carousel holding a big stick of pink candyfloss and skipped over to meet her friend, her pace only slowing at the sight of Liza's boyfriend, Jay, in tow. Still, Aiko smiled warmly and took a handful of the cotton candy. Liza's hand snapped to her wrist and something unsaid passed between the two girls. The balled up cotton candy blew away on the breeze.

“Do you see?” Liza grinned and pulled Aiko's attention towards the carousel. A single figure clung to one of the colourful horses on the otherwise empty ride. The creature was dressed in an extravagant lolita dress and a huge pink wig hung over a clearly sweating brow. “Do you recognise him?” Liza asked. “Not the boy himself – he was just someone I spotted taking cotton candy from little kids so I allowed him to 'steal' some from me. I mean the tableau. It is one of yours – from back in Japan. I saw it on your blog. You tricked a boy into stealing your candy on Valentines Day and put him on a carousel. Now, I have done it too – just for you!”

“For me?” Aiko gave a rare blush. She remember the boy back in Japan well – Rob. Seeing the new boy riding the horse, clearly in the throes of candy addiction brought back a wave of happy memories. “Oh, Liza...” she whispered and embraced her friend in a tight hug.

Carter watched the scene from his mount – his thighs trembling around the plastic saddle. He had already debased himself letting that girl powder him and stuff him into this ridiculous dress for another taste of that candy but he was sweating again – craving again. He feared what he would have to do next.

He didn't recognise the Japanese girl but her arrival couldn't be good. Two tormentors was surely worse than one. He just didn't understand why he had been singled out for such torture. He was a volunteer for crying out loud. Just taking tickets and stamping kids hands so they could go on the rides. That guy with the girl who had dressed him had demanded a freebee and he had politely explained the money was for charity. Then the girl had smiled sweetly and suggested he tried her charity and offered him some of her candyfloss. Why hadn't he said no? If he had, he wouldn't be in panties right now.

Carter watched the girls hug and found himself hoping the new girl also had candy. He noticed the other boy was also watching them – the one the girl had called Jay. Presumably he was her boyfriend – so then why was he staring so intently at the other girl?

Painted Target (an Aiko Story)

 3/25

“Okay, let me see what affect my training has had on your exquisite work, and especially how you choose your victim,” Aiko smiled sweetly at the visibly excited Liza. She started to step into the room, but stopped suddenly at the sight of a bearded young man stood in the doorway alongside her friend. “And, who is this?” Aiko's eyes moved back and forth between Liza and the man.

“Oh, this is Jay,” Liza paused. “My boyfriend! But, you can meet him later. Come, I really want to show you my work!” Liza led Aiko into the room and they both appraised its occupant. A pink creature sat on a love seat, a lollipop in one hand and its face slathered in makeup and fear. “This is the bully formerly known as Kane!” Liza announced proudly and the boy shrank into the pink satin dress he was wearing. “I caught him pushing some kids around in the park,” she stroked the blonde locks on his head that had the synthetic sheen of a wig. “So, I pretended to join in. I gave him one of my lollipops, pretending I had taken it from one of the kids, and, well, the rest is history!” She grinned widely at her victim and then back at Aiko.

“Well done, my Sweetheart!” Aiko beamed. “It seems you have painted a worthy target. “I look forward to seeing how you make him earn another of those lollipops.”

Kane shuddered from his place on the seat. His whole body throbbed and itched. He was sweating buckets into the pink satin panties that Liza had forced him into and his mouth was a dry as a desert. There was clearly some kind of drug in the lollipop, but he was helpless to resist it. The moment the first one had touched his lips, he knew he would need more, and boy had the girl called Liza made him earn it. But, why was she saying he was a bully? That wasn't true at all!? There hadn't even been any kids in the park – just him and a few of his friends throwing a ball around. It wasn't even him who hit that guy Jay with the ball, but Liza had flown off the handle at him right away – shouting and screaming. And then...nothing. She had just stopped like some kind of crazy person. Then apologised and given him a lollipop. If only he had known.

Jay was the real bully. He could tell by how much he clearly enjoyed watching him squirm. As Liza had applied the lip gloss, he had laughed and called him names and then when she had waxed his legs, Jay kept throwing the balled up used strips at his head. But, why lie to this other girl...Aiko? She was clearly in on it – the leader even maybe. And, why had Jay looked at her that way when she turned up. That look like Aiko was the lollipop that he wanted to taste...needed to taste.

Liquorice (a Liza story)

 All my Aiko and Liza stories are on my index page in order

“Can I go do the back yard now?” Glenn whispered. “Somewhere less people can see?” His concern was apparent – it was garage sale season and dozens of would be bargain hunters were passing by his position trimming the hedge. The manly nature of his task, contrasted perfectly with the vintage polka-dot dress he had been made to put on, not to mention the velvet lined high-heels and thick face of make up.

“Don't be silly!” Liza giggled. “There are no hedges in the back yard. You should know, we sat out there drinking lemonade enough times back when we were going out. You would know if you ever paid attention. If you had paid attention to me, we would probably still be going out rather than me watching you do yard work in laced panties!” She laughed as the boy blushed and then double-downed on her amusement as she noticed her Step-Dad watching them through the window in his French maid's uniform – feather duster in hand “Things would be different for a lot of people if they paid attention to me...”

“How could anyone not...” spoke a crisp masculine voice from behind her. Liza whirled around in surprise to come face to face with a boy about her age, ruggedly handsome with a stylish stubble and leather biker jacket. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your Mom is never going to win any beauty contests.”

“Huh? No!” Liza stammered, scrambling for her words as Glenn rolled his eyes from beneath his blonde wig. He felt weirdly offended at the insinuation he made for an ugly woman. “I mean, that's not my Mom. That's my...erm...ex-boyfriend.” She smiled, finally regaining her composure. “And I don't know about the beauty contests...you should meet his stylist!”

“Right!” The boy grinned broadly, holding her eyes like a magnet. “I'm Jay,” he stuck out a hand, “and you're Liza. I have seen you around,” he explained,”I have seen you with that Japanese girl who wears way too many ribbons. So, tell me, how come dear Mommy here is your ex? He keep stealing your shoes?”

“No,” Liza giggled a little too hard, “it wasn't that. Glenn was always a little too vanilla for me. I like my boys a bit darker...” she eyed the black leather of Jay's jacket. “I like more of an acquired taste. I like liquorice!” The boy gave a toothy smile and Liza matched it as if some invisible message had passed between them. Eventually, Jay broke their connection and glanced at the bag of candies sat on the end of the hedge that had been keeping Glenn motivated in his yard work. Liza followed his eyes and hurriedly snatched up the bag of sweets. “No,” she shook her head as she stuffed them in a pocket. “Those aren't for you.”

Liza's Final Lesson Part 4 (an Aiko Story)

 

Theo's body thrummed and tingled as if electricity was coursing through his veins. He felt the sunshine beating down on his legs. No...that wasn't right, he realised. They were wrapped in something. Something tight and soft and covered in delicate patterns. He liked patterns. He liked painting them on things...with his spray cans. The image of a spray can popped into his head and he suddenly felt a jolt of panic but didn't understand why.

He sucked hard on his lower lip. It tasted like strawberries. He sucked so hard that drool dripped down his chin and fell in a huge droplet to the ground, which he now realised was moving. No, that was wrong. It was him that was moving. He gazed down and watched with fascination as the feet with the rhinestones and tiny little bows moved him forward – first one then the other – left then right. But how?

He looked up again and saw the lollipop clasped in his outstretched gloved hand. He wasn't sure why but he needed that lollipop. It would fix him. It was why he was walking...to get the lollipop. Yet, no matter how far he walked, it was always at arm's length from him. He cried out in frustration...a soft feminine scree and then a more guttural caw.

Theo needed that lollipop. He was desperate for that lollipop. He was hungry, he was thirsty...he was horny for that lollipop! His skin bristled again and he became hyper-aware of all the different fabrics covering his body – the nylon of the tights on his legs, the soft cotton of his dress, the shiny satin of the slightly too small panties that hugged his butt. He was still horny for the lollipop but now he was sweating too. Someone had just turned the sun up.

Theo kept walking and memories washed in and out of his mind. He remembered his boner – his stiff cock stretching that silky material while the girls looked on open-mouthed. The one called Aiko had been annoyed and poked him with the brush and he had felt shame – even though it felt good, but the other one, the American one had laughed. Not in the way a girl laughs at a tiny dick – it was the joy that comes with full head-back enjoyment. It was the same joy he saw in her face when she put the diaper on him. He'd had a boner then too, but no-one could see – and he'd got another one when Aiko had been brushing his hair. It wasn't his fault. It was that damned lollipop. If he could just get it, everything would be okay.

Theo felt someone stepping up beside him, holding his empty hand. It was the American girl. She reached out and held his arm, folding it at the elbow so that his hand moved towards his face. So that's how it worked?! He opened his mouth to greet the welcome arrival. Everything was okay now. His erection would be gone in no time, and all would be well...

Liza's Final Lesson Part 3 (an Aiko Story)

 

“Aiko, can I ask you something?” said Liza after they had finally arrived at her Japanese friend's house. Their quarry was slumped on the floor, still drooling over painted lips. As soon as they had arrived, Aiko had urgently swapped Theo out of the diaper and flimsy pyjama set into simple set of satin panties, a basic white dress lined with material similar to a wedding veil and frilly ankle socks. She was now sorting through her vast wardrobe for the perfect outfit to complete his transformation. “Earlier,” Liza continued, “you said you used to feminise any boy, not just those who deserved it. Can I ask what changed?” She administered another dose of spray candy to the prone Theo.

“Oh Lizy...” Aiko popped her head out from behind a closet door. “Remember what I once told you. The sissies are not our prisoners, they are our guests. We should give them what they 'paid' for. I am not saying never take a boy because you want him. I am saying we can't be cruel. We must not be tyrants. We must be loving guiding hands.” She gently caressed the side of Theo's face and began to brush his hair in preparation of his final form.

“But, what about the clothes I put him in at mine?” Liza protested. “The satin pyjamas, the stockings...I have seen your blog. You have dressed boys in similar before. But when I do it, it is 'slutty'?” She administered more spray candy to Theo.

“You didn't mention the diaper...” Aiko raised an eyebrow, then finally sighed. “You're right...” she started to lay-out a dress onto her bed. “I did use to do things differently. But I changed... Things happened to my sissies... Things happened to my friend Nish..” She suddenly shot out an arm to prevent Liza giving Theo another dose of spray candy and looked her friend in the face sternly. “You give him too much!? You can't do that!? My candy is so powerful. It unravels them – unlocks the primal urges beneath. But not everything inside is sweetness and light! He could hurt you!” Aiko held Liza's gaze for a long pause. “Look!” Aiko helped a completely compliant Theo to his feet – his thousand yard stare boring through the bedroom wall. The veiled dress cascaded over his body but a throbbing erection tented his satin panties mercilessly. Aiko prodded at it with her hairbrush and the boy's upper-lip twitched.

“Holy crap!” Liza exclaimed. “I did that? Well...I mean, the candy did that?”

“With the candy we buy their control,” Aiko's face softened slightly. “But once we have it, we must keep it. We must be responsible...” The two girls stood in silence and for a few minutes and watched the boy's boner slowly fold back into its prissy home. “Good, now let's get Theo ready to join Danny at the cupcake store, shall we?”

Liza's Final Lesson Part 2 (an Aiko Story)

 

Aiko and Liza caught up with Theo later that day. Danny was securely under Mrs. Doyle's supervision and the girls had been approaching Liza's home when they saw the older boy painting an offensive slogan on a park bench. Liza had approached him stealthily from behind and shot two quick hits of the spray candy into his open mouth before he could even register her presence, He had turned to face the girls, his eyes burning intensely framed by a long blond skater-boy hairstyle. Aiko gripped Liza's hand confidently as they stood frozen beneath the looming boy. A smile spread across her face as she watched the fury in Theo's eyes melt before them into something softer...something malleable.

“I don't get it, Lizy,” Aiko exclaimed, “why would you even own nasty clothes like that?” They had dragged Theo back to Liza's house as it was closest and the mad rush to get him out of his boy clothes had begun. Unfortunately, Liza didn't have access to the same extensive kawaii wardrobe that Aiko had in her home and so Theo was kneeling in front of them in a combination of a satin bedtime set that was as much stripper as it was sissy, white stockings and six-inch platform heels. “And a diaper?!” Aiko cried. “What the fudge, Liza!?”

“I just have them okay...” Liza averted her eyes and blushed deep red. “He's too tall for the rest of my outfits so this is all there was... And the diaper...I don't know. Does it matter?” She seemed cross at her friend's interrogation and turned to give Theo a top-up of the spray candy. Any resistance the boy had was long gone and he still hadn't put his arms down from when Liza had raised them above his head to adjust the shiny material of his top. They were just suspended there above his natural long blonde hair that Aiko had brushed and styled while Liza managed his outfit. His eyes stard blankly at them, almost zombie like, and for a moment Liza felt thankful she had put a diaper on him. He didn't seem to be able to function at all. She gave him one last spray of the candy and wiped a smudge of lip-gloss from his chin.

“We should get him to mine!” Aiko frowned disapprovingly. “This won't do at all... I don't know why you have these ugly things Liza, but our sissies should be delicate and feminine...not...not...slutty!” She raised an embarrassed hand to her mouth.

“Drop it, okay!” Liza snapped. “Fine, we will take him to your house. I think Theo could do with some fresh air anyway.” She scowled at the boy and pulled his hands down from above his head. The boy just stared at her blankly – a bead of drool trickling down his painted lower lip. “I think we will both need to hold him up. He's not looking too steady and those heels are no joke...believe me! Or...so I imagine...”

Liza's Final Lesson Part 1 (an Aiko Story)

 All of my Aiko stories are in order on my index page

“Did you know, my dear Lizy...?” Aiko rested her hand under her chin with a nostalgic sigh, “when I first started collecting my little sissies...when I first discovered the power of that precious candy, I used it on every boy I could get my hands on. I painted my home town pink. People were terrified that if they even breathed the same air as me, I would be leading them home in satin panties.” She gave her friend a coy smile. “Most often they were right!” Aiko looked Liza directly the eye. “It took me time to learn that the sweetest treats were those naughty boys who truly deserved to be taught a lesson.” She turned her head to the petticoated creature descending her front steps at a snail's pace. “For example Danny here.”

“With great power, comes great femininity!” Liza nodded sagely. “After that nasty graffiti he sprayed on Mrs. Doyle's cupcake shop, he definitely deserved some redecorating of his own!” The two girls stopped talking to watch the boy finally make it to the bottom. His head was bowed, either in shame or to concentrate on placing the platform Mary Janes down the steps without turning one of his stocking covered ankles.

“Speaking of spray paint,” Aiko chirped cheerfully, “that cheeky little invention of yours is quite genius. Every girl should have one, just in case!” She gestured to the cylinder in Liza's hand. It was a can of specially engineered spraying candy that Liza had wielded like a pepper spray into their victim's mouth even as he was still painting the shop window blue. Shortly after, it was Aiko and Liza who had been doing the painting – Danny's lips and cheeks and nails – both finger and toe – as the boy's resistance crumbled in order to get another dose of the girls' liquid candy

“But what about his partner in crime?” Liza exclaimed. “Theo!” She repeated the name that Danny had quickly surrendered as the girls fastening one of Aiko's pretty patterned dresses extra tight around him. “I think he was the ring-leader. He seemed older. He deserves this too – maybe even more!” Danny raised his head and met their gaze for the first time as if in agreement. He quickly averted his eyes to studying the bag held in one hand – seemingly remembering his predicament.

“Patience, Lizy!” Aiko tutted. “A sissy in the hand is worth two in the bush. Besides, we don't want little Danny here thinking we don't care about him, do we? Theo will get his very sweet just desserts in good time – but first we need to walk Danny back down to Mrs. Doyle's to clean that poor window he got all dirty. Come on, let's get going now – the heels are so he can reach the high bits but I want to walk him the long way there to get him used to them. I am hoping there will be time left for him to help out Mrs. Doyle in the store – but I'm not greedy...not like I used to be... Once upon a time I would have put my candy in the cupcake batter and had every boy in town begging to be put in panties...”

Sweet Memories (an Aiko story)

 

Liza was sitting on the edge of Aiko's bed and swinging her feet side to side in a very deliberate fashion. Her friend was sitting at the dresser brushing her hair carefully and Liza watched on intently as if waiting for the perfect moment to broach a subject. Finally it came when Aiko set down the heavy looking brush and began fastening a clip.

“So, I saw Joshua this week walking Jill's dog,” Liza started. “I think everyone did. He was dressed like something from the Nutcracker.” Aiko paused what she doing and turned to face her. “I had no idea he was on our radar.”

“They looked just perfect together didn't they?” Aiko smiled. “Cocoa with that little ruffled collar...Joshy in that tutu – a couple of cutie-pies. I had such fun getting them ready.”

“Without me?” Liza replied a little too quickly. She took a deep breath to regain her composure. “I'm sorry... I just mean, I thought we were doing this together...that you were teaching me...showing me the ropes...”

“Oh, Lizy...” Aiko beamed so widely that dimples formed on her cheeks. “You are my apprentice. We are a team. It's just sometimes...” She trailed off. “Wait, let me show you something.” Aiko removed the lid from an ornate jewellery box and removed what looked like a pile of Polaroid photographs. “This was the last time I worked by myself.”

“Show me!” Liza took the photos. In them an ultra kawaii figure posed next to a guitar. Tumbles of locks from what was presumably a wig buried their face and their body was covered in a heavy looking dress and thick pantyhose. “Who is it?”

“Many years ago I came here on a student exchange,” Aiko grinned sadly. “When it was time for me to go home, my friends and I had this kind of talent show where we got all the boys in the dorm dressed up and made them perform. The big finale was two of my favourite sweeties dancing to Babymetal while this tough guy played along on guitar. “Doesn't look so tough there, does he?” Aiko tapped one of the pictures. “He was my last project before I went home... My last project before you came along...” She sighed. “I am sorry for leaving you out Lizy. But, sometimes I miss having a sissy that is just for me.”

“I understand, “ Liza nodded meeting her friend's eye. “I get it! If I had something special like this...” She trailed off. “I guess some things are not for sharing. Some special things, special projects...special boys, are only really special when it's just for yourself.” She nodded to Aiko and placed the photos in her hands. “If I had someone like this, I would want to keep them for myself too.”

A Rare Treat (an Aiko Story)

 All my Aiko stories are on my index page in order

“Isn't this wonderful?” Aiko clapped her fingertips together giddily. “I adore my wonderful new friend Liza. She is truly my apprentice – the candy apple of my eye – but I do miss having my own 'projects.” She gazed happily at the feminine figure mid-curtsey on the other side of her bedroom. “Don't you just simply have to agree, my sweet?”

Needless to say, Joshua didn't agree. In that moment, the only thing more unsettling to him than his current predicament was the relentless itch that seemed to be coming from the inside of his stomach. It tickled and growled all at once, demanding that he sooth it with more of that candy from the strange Japanese girl at whatever cost. He diverted his gaze in shame from his captor and only succeeding in landing his eyes on an ornamental cake on the dresser – one more unwanted reminder that he needed to ease his cravings soon – regardless of the cost.

“Don't you look so much better now than in those silly boy clothes?” Aiko cooed. “Say, do you think those brutish things contributed to how you behaved earlier today? If they did, I really hope you stay this pretty forever. You really were quite mean to that dear puppy. My friend Jill was quite upset!”

“Puppy?” Joshua's mind swam. He was struggling to focus now. All he could think of getting...what was it? Memories danced in his mind like ballerinas. A dog...running...him throwing something at it...water balloons? Then the girl/ This girl. A toffee apple in each hand...offering him one. “Please!” He looked up her. “Please give me more!” The throbbing had escaped his stomach now and was spreading throughout his body. A glow pulsed down his nylon covered legs and into the ballet pumps tied with ribbons all up his legs. His body thrummed against the tight material of the dress and his face flushed under the layers of makeup. Aiko had insisted he dress himself in all of it – inspecting him at every turn like a food critic judging a fancy dessert. “Please!” He was getting desperate. “More!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Aiko sighed. “I don't know what more there is to do. You already look perfect. If you want another treat, you need to earn it, but how?” She looked at the feminised boy thoughtfully. He looked completely at home in her bedroom – just another pretty thing amongst her meticulously curated collection of delicate objects. 

“Please...” he uttered once more, sweat forming under his heavy wig.

“I know!” Aiko's eyes lit up. “I know how you can earn a treat! It really is quite perfect. I am sure that poor puppy you terrorised will agree too. I will give you the candy, but it exchange you can walk the puppy to make amends. Dressed like this, of course!You are going to look so sweet together. I will call Jill right away. Let's start with a week and see how you are getting on...”

What if...Aiko was the Mannequeen?

So, no Flashback Friday, but what about a What If Wednesday? If Marvel can do it so can I...I think - not totally sure on the copyright... Anyway, hope you like and obviously this isn't canon...

zoli

“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head! Rise and shine!!”

Andy blinked awake and his eyes darted to the tiny Asian girl sitting across the room behind what looked like an elaborate tea party complete with brightly coloured cupcakes and other sweet treats. Confused, he sat up and became instantly aware of the extra weight jiggling on his chest. A pair of large round breasts bounced inside a frilly aproned dress and parted two thick braids of hair that seemed to be hanging from his head. His lips opened in horror and he rose from his seat, almost tripping on the heels housing his stockinged feet.

“What the hell have you done to me?” He fought to repress a scream. Even still, the curves of his new body quivered with fear and rage and the hem of his short skirt rocked on his ample hips as he tried to balance. With every movement of his soft feminine skin, an electricity rippled through him – an itch, a craving...a need!! The girl in front of him remained demurely silent and and memories flashed through his head. Just fractures – meeting a girl on the subway, her saying she was from Japan, offering him a donut, then...nothing... But that donut, those flavors...out of this world. In his jumbled thoughts one thing became clear. That donut was the source of the fiery urges racing through this alien body he found himself occupying.

“Calm down, Sugar!” The girl adjusted her pleated skirt and smiled sweetly. “I haven't done anything to you. It is just a bodysuit. Though a totally adorable one if I do say so myself. I can absolutely remove it for you...” She watched Andy's heaving chest slow with relief, “...as long as you don't make me mad.” She wrinkled her nose in mock anger as Andy's eyes went wide. “That donut I gave you on the subway didn't just contain some pretty potent sleep serum but it was also topped with sprinkles of my delicious and completely irresistible candy.” She stopped to watch the boy's knees knocking together giddily – the bows on the garters shaking in unison. “I see you can already feel HOW irresistible. But...” she waved her finger as if she was addressing a small child, “you're going to have to be a big girl and control yourself. Every treat in this room contains those same sprinkles but this is for my tea party and so you absolutely mustn't touch. Otherwise, I will be very upset. And if you make me upset, I will activate the lock and the bodysuit will stick to your skin forever. You'll be a good little girl for Aiko, right?”

Andy stared in disbelief at the girl smiling maniacally at him and then around the room and all the confectionery it housed. His whole body was trembling and raging with desire. His hypersensitive skin could feel every stitch of the panties squeezing his ass even through the bodysuit and he struggled to arrange his thoughts coherently. He was rapidly becoming a slobbering needful mess and the girl in front of him was quietly enjoying the whole prissy show. He needed to scratch the itch and the world felt dreamlike as he picked up a tray of donuts and held one up to his face. The hole framed his captor looking back with glee, knowing Andy was helpless but to push it into his cute little mouth...

Liza's Second Lesson (an Aiko story)

 23/25

The rest of my Aiko series is on my index page

“Lesson number two,” Aiko took a big bite of the cotton candy she had bought on the way home from the park. “You must reset your subject's instincts. My candy is only enough to make boys play out a role. It can't recalibrate their natural behaviour. You have to do that yourself. See what I mean?”

Liza grunted with frustration. It was tough to teach anyone their natural place when she felt so far out of her own. The tight black latex leotard that Aiko had pulled from her suitcase was unlike anything she had ever worn in her life, enveloping her body and creaking with every movement. In contrast, Robin in his soft velvet leotard and red wig loomed over her clumsily.

“You can do it Liza!” Aiko cooed. “A prissified boy is soft and malleable. Look at him, he is terrified.”

Liza met Robin's gaze. Their prey did indeed look scared. He had followed them home in that ridiculous kawaii dress a figure of defeat, knowing that the only way to subdue his rabid cravings for Aiko's candy was to do what they said. His relief when Aiko had told him to remove the dress had been as shortlived as it took him to untangle the leotard and nylons she had then thrust into his hands. He looked truly absurd once the outfit was completed by heels, makeup and a wig. So why was he still able to muster the guile to lead them in the dance Aiko had insisted upon them?

“That's it Liza,” Akio clapped excitedly, “use your eyes!”

Liza looked deeper into the boy's stare and suddenly she saw the last ounce of resolve freeze and then shatter before her. She wrinkled her nose and grinned mischievously, grabbing one of Robin's hands in her own and snaking her other around his hips. His body moved limply in her grasp and she pulled his pelvis forward against her own latex clad body. He slumped forward onto her, off balance on the towering heels and Liza felt a thrill as she realised that without her holding him tightly he would fall to the floor. She pushed her face close to his, held his hand wide and began to lead him in a slow pirouette.

“Bravo, Liza. Bravo!” Aiko applauded. “I knew you could do it.” She watched in awe as Robin was pushed backwards and led in a wide circle. “His instinctive role is now to serve your direction. See how he goes where you want? Where you lead? He is the perfect prissified boy toy who will do and be whatever you want.” Robin visibly shrank deeper inside his own shame on hearing this and Liza gleefully noticed. “Okay,” Aiko stood and cleared her throat, “now that I have taught you how to control boys, I am going to show you which boys are deserving of your control – target selection. Robin can join us. Let's find him a new outfit. We're going sissy hunting!”

Liza's First Lesson (an Aiko story)

 2/25

I realised yesterday that I have an outside shot of hitting 5M site visits before this season ends. Exciting!!

Today we have a new Aiko caption. As always, the rest of the story is on the linked caps index page.

“I am sorry Aiko, but what is the point of this again?” Liza tried to hide the annoyance in her voice. She looked up from her position sprawled on the park lawn at the Japanese girl sitting in a deck chair sipping pink lemonade. She was dressed in one of the frilly kawaii outfits from Aiko's enormous suitcase with a boy they had met less than two hours ago in a matching dress with longer sleeves nuzzling into her left shoulder.

“Oh Liza sweetheart,” Aiko cooed. “You have done amazing work so far. But with my help we can achieve something incredible. Think of this as your training and me as your Sensei. Your first lesson is to become one with your subject. Look at him. How do you think he is feeling?”

“Uh,” Liza tried to pull her attention from the gawking strangers in the park to the prissified boy next to her. She had a good idea how he felt. She had never felt so stupid in all her life. The thick cotton stockings itched and the petticoats under her dress kept riding up uncomfortably. “I feel like an alien. Nothing about this feels right. Every part of this outfit makes it impossible to feel remotely normal. And everyone is watching.” She looked up to see a young man walking some dogs stop to stare at them.

“Precisely,” Aiko beamed. “Now imagine all that except it's the only way to satisfy the most intense cravings of your entire life. You are compelled to embrace this alien existence by your own body betraying you for another taste of my sweet candy. By the way, I think Robin has earned another bite, don't you?”

“Here...” Liza pulled out the tube of heart-shaped candies from under her dress and offered one to the boy. For a moment their eyes met and beneath those thick long lashes she saw terror, desperation and shame all rolled into one. Robin snatched the sweet and gobbled it up and Liza watched as he fidgeted first with the wig, then the sleeves of his dress, then he scratched his stockings while shuffling his kitten heels into the grass. She looked back to Aiko. “Every part of the outfit is important,” Liza proclaimed, “every detail contributes to the experience. Every discomfort is a subtle reminder of who they are.”

“No,” Aiko grinned widely, “of 'whose' they are!. Good! You are making progress. Remember though, these boys are not our prisoners but guests to our special world. The outfits aren't shackles but merely reminders of that.” She smiled warmly at Robin, who appeared to shrink further under Liza's arm. “However it's important that you understand their discomfort so you can appreciate how far they will go for a bite of candy. Now, let's get you out of that silly outfit.” She slurped the last of her lemonade and smiled sweetly. “Not you Robin.”

Crumbs (a Liza story)

 25/25

Thank you for all the reads and comments over the last six weeks. I hope to back soon but a busy month has meant that the next season is only about a third done so far. I have a few surprises for you in the meantime though so see you shortly.

As always, the rest of the Aiko/Liza captions are on the index page.

Zoli

Ryan's stomach fell when he saw Liza stop outside the front of her house and place the box of cupcakes on the floor. He had simpered behind her for twenty-five blocks, his shame paraded for all the world to see in frills and ruffles, and just as a sanctuary seemed to be arriving, it was snatched away.

“We're not going in?” he asked timidly, barely recognising the voice coming from his mouth. His trademark sarcastic boast had been well and truly broken since he first sampled that spiked apple tart inside the four walls before him, and now his words felt as soft as the knickers that caressed his butt. His resolve had been pathetically short. No sooner had he finished his slice, the cravings began – his skin itching and sweating, his joints aching and shivering. He need more. A need Liza had been happy to service...for a price.

“Oh, you...” Liza giggled. “You look fit to demolish these cupcakes. My step-dad might be a French maid now but I doubt he wants to clean up the crumbs you're going to make, do you?”

At the mention of the promised treats, Ryan's memory of the last three torturous hours almost vanished. Almost... Liza had taken him to the mall, where step by step he had been transformed into the plaything of her dreams. First, a trip to the salon to have his hair washed and remodelled into a fancy feminine cut, then to a beautician to have his face and nails painted and finally to a boutique to be fitted in a set of frilly vintage underwear. Even as it was crushed by the merciless corset, his stomach begged for more of Liza's treats and when afterwards they stopped at a patisserie to buy cupcakes he was almost able to ignore the staring onlookers around him. Almost...

“Just one final touch.” Liza removed a sachet from her pocket and sprinkled it over the cupcake icing. Ryan instinctively knew that it was what is body was by now begging him for and he took a step forward. He no longer cared about waiting for the privacy of her house. He wanted salvation now, no matter how short lived it would be. “Enjoy!” Liza took a step back from the box and smiled widely as her prey rushed over and began devouring the treats inside. It wasn't ladylike but there was plenty of time for that. Bite by bite, Ryan eviscerated the desserts in front of the white brick building as she snapped photos for her blog. Suddenly, he stopped mid-mouthful and for a moment she worried he was going to choke. But instead he stood up straight and looked at something over her shoulder. Liza turned around.

“Hi there!” A tiny Japanese girl stood before them, an enormous suitcase under each arm with bits of colourful fabric poking through the zippers. She placed one down carefully and offered out her hand to Liza. “My name's Aiko. I love your work! Do you think I could stay with you a while?”

Shakes (a Liza story)

 18/25

This is the newest caption in my Aiko series. Find the rest on my index page

“So, this Aiko chick...she's the reason you're doing all...this?” Mason gestured to himself and looked down in shame at the lipstick stain he had left on the straw of his milkshake.

Liza raised an eyebrow. “Chick? That's no way for a young lady to talk,” she grinned. “If you want me to top up your beverage with some of my special sherbet, I suggest you make the necessary adjustments.” She waved a sachet across the table teasingly.

Mason shivered, and not just from the brain freeze. In just two short days he had already witnessed the full power of the powder in Liza's possession. His outfit spoke for itself. He should have known something was amiss when her step-dad made them apple pie dressed in a French maid's outfit but how could have known he was about to be served up as her next victim? From the second that crust had crossed his lips, his fate had been sealed. His body had been seized by the 'want' – that clammy desperation to do whatever it took to get just another taste of that substance. Liza had gladly supplied the 'whatever'.

“Oh...” he looked left and right to see who was looking and tried to sink deeper into the diner booth while Liza drank in his discomfort. “The girl you like, Aiko,” he began as demurely as he possibly could and even batted his eyelashes a little for effect, “she's the one you are making me do this for?”

“She's the best!?” Liza practically chomped off the end of his sentence. “She's my hero. She feminises boys with such style and so effortlessly...she's such an inspiration. I am going dress up as many boys as I can and photo them for my blog and Aiko is going to come back and we're going to be best friends...” The frantic pace of her voice slowed and something resembling uncertainty entered her face. “Aiko is going to come back...” she whispered, “she has to...”

Mason studied the vulnerability in her features and rested his chin in hands. He could almost forgive all the outfits and the makeup he had been forced to endure. In that second Liza's dominance over him appeared to crumble. And then...as quickly as it had arrived, her weakness snapped away.

“But until then,” she tossed him the sachet and giggled as he gobbled it down, digging himself deeper into her clutches. “Until then, it's just us. Drink up, sugar, we're going shopping. I need you to look your best for my blog if you're going to catch Aiko's eye.”

The Cinnamon Tart (a Liza story)

 20/25

This is the newest cap from my Aiko series, which is in full on my index page

There was little doubt Liza's step-dad was having the most surreal day of his life, and it wasn't because he was making a fruit tart for the first time. He tried desperately to block out the scene playing in his kitchen by concentrating on arranging blueberries on top of the dessert but it was just too much. How could he possibly ignore the fact he was stuffed into a French-maid's dress and stockings whilst over-seeing the most bizarre tea-party in history? How could he ignore the tremendous itching in his scalp under his wig and on his face under the thickly layered makeup? Not to mention the fact his son, Shaun, was skulking around in a matching maid's outfit with a feather duster and his step-daughter was wandering around wearing a t-shirt with a Japanese girl's face printed on and doting on two neighbourhood boys sat at the dining table. Not to mention the thrum that encapsulated his body in a raw craving for whatever it was Liza had given him earlier – a craving so intense and insatiable, he would do anything to quell it.

For all the strangeness that followed, things had started very routinely. Mike, Liza's step-dad, had started his day as he always did, by cooking himself a large omelette and bagel for breakfast. The problem had begun when he added his secret ingredient to the omelette – a sprinkle of cinnamon. He quickly realised this ingredient was not a secret at all and in fact, Liza had swapped it out for something else entirely. As soon as he finished his breakfast, he began to sweat and breathe heavily and a desire to inhale a roomful of that sweet powder burned in him like a fire. Only, on returning to the kitchen, he found the tub gone – replaced with written instructions to return to his room.

Liza had been waiting for him, the maid's outfit over one arm and her camera around her neck. She had explained sweetly that it was nothing personal but unless he wanted to go through the entire day shivering and itching like a drug addict, he would put the dress on. He had resisted at first, but Liza just smiled patiently and waited. It took fifteen minutes for him to break and when he did, he pulled on the stockings with such frenetic torment you would have thought he had snakes writhing beneath his skin. Once dressed, Liza gave him just enough 'cinnamon' so he could stop shaking and then went to work on covering his face with cosmetics. The wig followed, as did the photos, along with the promise that his supply of cinnamon would cease if he didn't comply.

Mike realised he could draw out his tart preparation no longer, and placed the final blueberry on the pastry. He turned to carry it over to the table where the boys were sitting, hoping he could get there and back quick enough to avoid their stares.

“Wait,” Liza stopped him, smiling sweetly. “Just one more thing.” She produced a small tub marked 'cinnamon' and sieved it over the tart. “There, much better.” Mike gulped and tried hard not to sniff the fresh topping, it would only spike his desire to bury his face in it. He brushed a little powder from his white gloves and carried the tart over to his step-daughter's unsuspecting guests. Enjoy, he thought, trying to catch their eye. He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass table and dropped his head in shame. Enjoy, because what comes next won't be as easy to swallow...

Double Dipping (a Liza story)

 13/25

Half way. As always, the full Aiko set is on my index page.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. However, if you pass with flying colours first time round, double down on that biatch! That's what Liza had always thought anyway. So when the second parcel of Aiko's candy arrived, she already knew exactly what she was going to do with it. Much to her brother's dismay, she only put aside a small pack of the heart shaped treats to manage his cravings, though what he didn't know was that Liza had begun to experiment with melting the candy down and re-setting it, cutting it with regular sugar and flavoured sherbet. She would be slipping him weaker and weaker doses of the potent sweets until she was sure he would be climbing into her dresses and slapping on her makeup for nothing more than a placebo.

The vast majority of Liza's new order was reserved for her second target – Glenn, her ex. He wasn't the worst guy in the world as far as ex-boyfriends go – more boring than anything malicious. He had wanted to take things slow – to hold hands and watch the clouds in the sky when what Liza really wanted was for him to try to get in her panties. Well, now he was in her panties...and her skirt...and her tube top...and her stockings, platform shoes and about ten pounds of cosmetics.

She had got him with some trap chewing gum and then once he was nicely trussed up in some breast forms she had found online, she switched to some of her homemade candyfloss, which he had begun to gobble with such desperation that he didn't notice the surprise on Liza's face on spotting the tattoos etched on the skin of her supposed goody-two-shoes ex beau. If you had let me see these when I wanted to, you wouldn't be in this pretty little mess, she thought to herself.

Two hours later, Glenn was shuffling home the best he could on the massive platform shoes his feet were crammed into. He felt weirdly grateful for the fluffy ball of candyfloss in his fist as he could use it to hide behind as people passed. If only he could stop eating it... He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was what was driving the craving that has been leveraged against him to get him into this ridiculous outfit but he just couldn't stop himself. It was the only thing suppressing the itch than ran from beneath the wig Liza had glued to his scalp, down his spine under the bra-strap holding his breast forms in and down the backs of this stockinged legs all the way to his painted toe nails. And for what? Acting like a gentleman? He certainly didn't look like a gentleman. He didn't exactly look like a 'lady' either but that was neither here nor there...

Liza watched from a distance snapping photographs for her new blog. Her brother's photoshoot had attracted some online attention but she needed more. She needed enough of a buzz that Aiko couldn't help but notice her. The next order from Akio's webstore would need to be much bigger if see was going to get the followers she wanted. Speaking of followers...Glenn was starting to attract the gazes of some of the neighborhood boys. Good, she thought, if they like what they see, they should have no objection to joining him.

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...

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

A Bunny Born

This continues on from the Bunnimacher and a little from the Aiko series. You can find the previous episodes on the index page.

The Sissies' Dilemma (an Aiko story)

All previous Aiko stories are on the linked caps page