You remember those old Choose Your Own Adventure books? Well, Changemont is kind of like that, but with a twist: you choose the changes. Throughout the story, you will get to decide how the character gets feminized. I think it is a really fun story, with a total of over 24,000 words of possibility! Check it out for some awesome fun!
Illustration: Cade Morehouse in the hospital
seeing his new face for the first time.
For several years, I have toyed with the idea for a story where a straight man finds himself with a woman’s face. The idea was that he would otherwise be largely unchanged, but he would have the delicate features of a very beautiful and feminine woman.
How would the world react to him? Would he be able to stay the same man as always? Or would his face reshape his identity?
I went just a little further when I wrote this story- he also has a woman’s voice, but the question remains the same: what would life be like for a man who looks like a woman?
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Where the film goes deeper than most broad comedy body swap comedies is in the exploring of the relationships not only between the husband and wife, but their two teen-age children as well. The relationship between the married couple is terrible as the film starts and heading toward divorce, but it isn’t the same old same old. The wife, a successful executive, resents her husband for embracing what she sees as a career of mediocrity while also being the “fun” parent the kids like. She meanwhile is stuck being the major bread winner and the tough Mom. The father, meanwhile, questions whether his wife even loves him and, true to male type, is not a good listener. When they argue, which they do a LOT and LOUD, we see how it impacts their kids. and it is not good.
As they experience life in each other’s bodies, they start to learn about each other, coming to understand not just their partner, but they also learn things about themselves. All of this unfolds gradually and artfully throughout the movie. Again, super well-acted and very moving in certain scenes.
Oh, and back to the TG elements, we do get to see the guy gradually accepting a female role learning to do make-up, helping his daughter deal with feminine issues, and even, spoiler alert– deciding to see what it’s like in the sack! I won’t tell you how that turns out, but this is a good movie worth watching! Oh, and just a as bonus, once he starts getting used to dresses, heels and make-up, the guy is super hot!
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He lifted me off my feet, kicking, and threw me onto the bed. “You’re being a very bad girl, Conan!” He shouted. “Time for me to teach you some manners!”
“I’d like to see you try!” I screamed.
And then he grabbed a whip from a hook in the wall, and snapped it against the floor.
My mouth went dry as I stared at the braided coils of the bullwhip. “No! I’m a man….” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Please. I’m … I am … Conan….“
Havok grinned and came at me. I screamed.
Conan: Lost Manhood
Conan the Warrior, Conan the King, Conan the Maiden! Yes, a once mighty warrior and ruler of men has found himself transformed into a woman and stands naked before not only the man who has defeated him, but his wife. So begins a journey of humiliation and degradation for our hero as he struggles to come to terms with his new station in life– as well as terrifying new needs!
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James Kirk did not like the way his uniform fit. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he turned to his side to examine his profile, turned back to face himself directly, then turned around and looked back over his shoulder. He groaned, tugging at the hem of his little uniform, trying to pull it down lower on his thighs, but it was all futile. The little red mini-dress hugged his now full breasts, and clung to his wide, round hips.
He couldn’t hide his figure, and boy did he ever want to. He could even see the outline of his bra through the materiel, and when he let his eyes drift down to his long, coltish legs in the dark tights, and then the high boots that encased his rounded calves, he felt sick at the thought of walking out of his quarters and facing the crew like this, as a she, in this body. With these breasts. He shook his head, looking at them perched on his chest.
He was pretty sure the girls had issued him some kind of push-up bra that lifted them and made them seem even bigger than they were, presenting them to the world like an invitation. When they’d taken his measurements they’d teased him about his d-cups, promised him most of the women on the Enterprise would be jealous of his breasts.
Maybe, but he felt pretty sure the women were going to love the irony of seeing him, the playboy captain, now with an hourglass figure, and forced to wear the same demeaning uniform as a woman. How many of them had he flirted with, hit on, and now he was as pretty as any of them, and they had to laugh when they saw him. He knew it.
As for the men? He knew what they would be thinking when they saw this body. He turned to the side again, looking at his curves, the way his behind swayed and rose, so inviting, and the way his breasts hovered in front of him. He shivered at the thought of the men checking him out, looking over his shape, the same way he used to do when he was still a man.
I am a man, he thought, tugging on the hem of his dress again. I will always be a man. I don’t care what body I find myself in, what uniform the Federation makes me wear. I. Am. A. Man! He felt the bra straps digging into his shoulders, the weight of them heavy in the cups of his bra, and he became aware of the tightness of his dress, the feeling of the tights on his smoothly shaven legs. His head spun. Could he still be a man with this tiny waist? These small arms?
But I am, and I always will be. The intercom buzzed, and Spock’s voice called out, “Captain?”
“Captain here,” Kirk responded, his new voice sounding like a little girl’s, especially compared to Spock’s deep tones. Kirk grimaced, hating the way he sound, wondering why his body had to be so extremely womanly, so intensely feminine. But, of course, that had been no accident.
“I just thought it prudent to remind you that your hearing begins in ten minutes.”
“I am aware,” Kirk answered, annoyed that he sounded to his own ears like a petulant child. He searched for the right placement, the right tone. “I mean, I know.”
“It would not look good if you were late to your hearing. There is a belief among human males that one of the qualities of a female is the need to take a very long time to get ready.”
That’s because it does take longer for us to get ready, Kirk thought, hooking his hair behind his ear. He realized he’d just thought of himself as a woman, but he pushed the thought away. “I’m leaving now.”
Over on the counter in front of his bathroom mirror he saw a selection of cosmetics he’d been issued been issued along with his new uniform: mascara, blush, lipstick, nail polish. He’d insisted he didn’t need them, but the girls had placed them in his basket anyway, insisting it was regulations.
There was no regulation requiring him to actually use them, to paint his face. It would be hard enough to get the High Command to take him seriously dressed like a waitress, he thought, let alone if he painted his face just like some girl.
And yet the woman on his ship had always worn make-up, had felt pressured to wear it even when it was impractical for their jobs. Had he been part of that? He’d never said so. never told any of them they they had to make themselves pretty, but had it been in his attitude? Had they known he valued them based on their attractiveness and felt the only way to get ahead was to be pretty?
He’d think about it later. Once more tugging on the hem of his little dress, Kirk bounded out of his quarters, quickly measuring his steps to keep his breasts from bouncing, and then he did his best to assume the air of command he’d honed for all these years, to walk and compose himself in a way to say– I am still Jim Kirk. I am still your Captain.
As the cool air of the deck washed over him, and his nerves jangled at the thought of his upcoming hearing, he felt his nipples getting tight and hard, pushing at the stiff cups of his bra. He got on the elevator and took a position between two security officers, each of whom now towered over him, making him feel that sensation that he was a child once more. He didn’t wan to re-enforce it by speaking, but he had to, and so he said, “Gentleman” and tried not to wince at the pretty little voice that came out of him.
“Sir,” the officers responded.
Sir. Kirk felt good to hear that word. Sir. He was still Captain James Kirk.
And then he sensed it, the eyes of the security officer falling to his behind, burning a whole in it. He wanted to say something, to reprimand the man, but his body tensed up, and he couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything, because he didn’t want to acknowledge that he was a woman, and that he was being mentally undressed by a man, and that it made him feel– scared.
Okay. Just a little fanfic interlude I had intended as a paragraph, but which turned out longer. Anyway, as we pass from the holiday season into the New Year, I am publicly pledging to write more often!!!!! I think for a blog to be vital and useful to the reader, it has to be updated regularly, and look for that to happen! Including with some awesome fan fiction!!!!
I am seriously thinking about doing a Rey is Darth Vader series. What say you?
Take a picture, push a button and you can see what you would look like as a member of the opposite sex. Sounds fun? It is. I have played with the APP a great deal, and have some tips and pointers below, but first here are some pictures of me making different facial expressions, and you’ll see that the APP is able to mirror those expressions during the morph.
As for tips. In all these photos I wore a wig. Without the wig, the APP either gave me no hair or else very weird hair. So, I put on a blonde wig, and it largely kept the wig hair as it appeared in the original photo, sometimes adding more volume.
In addition, in the top two pictures I put on a little make-up. Eye shadow, eyebrow liner, lipstick and powder. It was picked up by the APP, and especially in the side eye view (upper right) made a big difference.
lastly, I played with some accessories (hats). It pics up and keeps the hats, which is something fun to play with. Here is another hat look.
It’s a very fun app to play with, and if you get it I suggest playing with different lights and angles, wigs and hats and, if you have it, make-up looks. Of course, I also like to put these faces onto bodies, and if you are interested in seeing some of that work, check out my page on deviant art:
Here’s a sample:
Just posted a new short story ebook to Amazon! It’s superhero femdom, and free for anyone who has the Kindle Unlimited! This is a collaboration between myself and Steele Blazer, and it was really fun to write. Just a short story this time– maybe 30 pages. Check out the free preview!