A Worthwhile Investment

It's been a little while, so I thought I'd throw a little something together. :P
Lately I've been hard at work on my stories rather than my caps, but they're such a nice little medium that I can't resist a diversion now and then. The trashiness of this pic just captured my imagination, what can I say? The bright red hair piled high, the skimpy top, the practically non-existent shorts... it's the kind of look I think a lot of us wish we could pull off. :3

Locked Out

A Little Darker Than Usual

I usually like my caps light-hearted, but once in a while you want something... dark.

Forced surgery is incredibly common in tg fiction, but it's kind of interesting how mundane it can come to seem - at least the usual 'modifications'. Like anything else in a story it's not so much what happens as how it's done, but when one curious friend of mine found out it was a common theme in my books they were aghast. An understandable reaction, really.

Being surgically modified without one's consent is one of the most horrific things that could happen to someone - movies like Saw and Human Centipede ride the same feeling of helpless, permanent transfiguration that's at the heart of a lot transformation erotica (tg and otherwise). Just knowing that you're play-doh to them, that you're a toy designed to be twisted into whatever shape your owner wants - it's the ultimate version of physical submission. A very repellent idea to most people, but it's something that's at the heart of most submissive kink - and this caption. Just like similarly extreme and horrific measures like brainwashing or hypnosis, it's about shattering a person's sense of self. But to me it's not about the pain or the torment or the gritty horror-movie details surrounding the change, but the final and utter submission it results in.

The suffering isn't the point - it's the surrender. So forgive me if it seems like I'm glorifying or fetishizing the wrong thing here, I swear I'll be back to normal soon. :P

Feeling Pretty

So as some of you might know, I'm an amateur writer of transgender erotica. When I first started writing seriously about six months ago my mind was filled with all the pretty, feminine items I'd be able to buy now that I could afford them - but of course, things didn't go quite as planned. But the bills are paid and savings is saved, and now it's time to indulge my less practical hobbies. :3

On Sunday I finally ordered a pair of breast forms (shout out to Glamour Boutique!), and I have to say I couldn't be happier. They arrived about twelve hours ago and there's been maybe... three, four hours where I wasn't wearing them? Just picking them up sent a chill down my spine. They were heavier than I expected (appropriate for a 44D), and somehow that made them even better - feeling them tug on the straps and sway as I moved was sensational. I was hesitant at first, but I'll definitely be picking up some adhesive so I can get the full experience. Being able to look down and say 'those are my breasts' is a fantastic feeling, and one that I get reminded of every time my arm brushed against my new assets.

It's a strange thing, confidence. The last time I dressed up was for halloween 2012, and gathering the courage for that apparently tapped me out for the better part of the year. Which was understandable, as I had basically just outed myself to everyone I knew, but lately I've been regressing and the doubts are creeping back in. After so much work to become comfortable with my fetish, I was going right back to being ashamed - even more so now for being so open and 'weird' about it.

But now something as simple as fake latex tits has me feeling more beautiful and confident than I have in months. I'm planning on spending the next day fully dressed and relaxing with my roommates (who are totally in the know, of course), which is something I haven't even contemplated in months. Hell, I may even work up the courage to go shopping en femme soon.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't be ashamed of the things that make you happy. So many people (myself included) indulge their tg kink with captions and stories and often feel miserable afterward - but what good does that do? Embrace your inner beauty and let it shine out - you'll be much happier for it.

That's all for now, just wanted to put these thoughts into words. I'll try to follow my own advice, and I hope it ends up meaning something to you. Until next time~