Blogging More in 2018!

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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.

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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?

 

 

 

 

FaceApp!

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.

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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.

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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:

TG Caps and Pictures

Here’s a sample:
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Femdom! New Book!

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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!

US

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06WRQK5GF

UK

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Germany

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B06WRQK5GF

France

https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Spain

https://www.amazon.es/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Italy

https://www.amazon.it/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Netherlands

https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Japan

https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Brazil

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Canada

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06WRQK5GF

Australia

https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06WRQK5GF

India

https://www.amazon.in/dp/B06WRQK5GF

New Book: Daddy In Distress!

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Hey, people! My latest book is out. Here’s the blurb and links!

Blurb

When Carmine Infantino wished to understand his teen-age daughter, he never expected to find himself transformed into a beautiful young woman working as a prostitute in Victorian London. The gorgeous young woman he’s become, Cherie Marchant, is the lead character in his daughter’s favorite book, and now Carmine, with his daughter’s help, must adjust to life as a woman while also contending against the world’s most notorious serial killer, Jack The Ripper!

This story features age-regression, graphic depictions of sex, and violence. It is the same premise as the first Trapped in a Teen-Fantasy novel, but with new characters,

Sample

I wish I did, he thought. I wish I could understand her, so I could be there for her…

The lights flickered. A rumble like thunder shook the house.

Carmine staggered. He felt so tired. He stumbled and fell into the easy chair. Reaching out with a shaking arm, he tried to put his beer on the TV table, but it toppled over and fell to the ground, spilling beer across the wood floor. Shit, Carmine thought, his eyelids growing heavy, closing, and the world went dark as he thought… Am I dying?
He found himself drifting, felt like he was passing through a cloud of cotton, and the air smelled of…. Sugar? Spice?
Everything nice?

He heard girls giggling, felt himself spinning, spinning, his skin tingling like he was being gently tickled with a thousand feathers. Everything was dark, and then he heard a woman’s voice say, “Open your eyes.”

Carmine opened his eyes and found himself bombarded with both sights and sounds. The room was lit with flickering torch light and a great, roaring fire. People shouted and yell, a fiddler jigged in the corner, and Carmine found himself staring into the face of an old man with runny yellow eyes, a bulbous red nose, and blotchy sallow skin. The man was grinning, revealing a gap-toothed jack o’lantern mouth of black and rotting teeth. He did not look at Carmine’s face, however, but down at Carmine’s….
Breasts?

Following the man’s gaze, Carmine had looked down to find two large, firm breasts on his chest, the nipples hard and pink, the skin white as milk. He was holding open his vest, showing them to the man, who was clearly enjoying the view.

Daddy! He heard Celia say. Cover your boobs!

Carmine looked around, confused. Where am I? Who am I?

“Them’s some glorious tits, for certain. You are a comely wench if I do say,” the man growled, raising his hands and reaching toward Carmine’s breasts.

At the sight of the creepy guy reaching for his boobs, Carmine shrieked, his breasts bouncing, and pulled his vest closed over them, keeping his arms wrapped over them girlishly.

“Where am I?” He asked, his eyes going wide at the high-pitched, squeaky sound of his voice. Glancing around, he saw thick oaken beams supporting a thatch ceiling, large, wooden tables and benches, and people dressed in old fashioned clothes like at a renaissance fair or something. But he was barely able to process the strangeness of his surroundings as he fixated on the strangeness of his body. He definitely had breasts, and long hair he could feel swishing over his shoulders, and which was also falling into his eyes. He heard his small, pretty voice, and looking down he saw he was wearing a skirt.

“I’m not a girl,” he said out loud, though he was speaking to himself.

“You’re no girl. No. Not with them tits. You’re a woman, sure,” the man said, licking his lips. He reached into a purse tied to his belt and fished out a dull coin, which he flipped onto Carmine’s lap. Then he leaned in and said, “There’s more where that came from if you let me stick my fingers in ya.”

“What the hell?” Carmine said.

———-Links——————

US

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M2CZJZH

UK

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Germany

https://www.amazon.de/dp/B01M2CZJZH

France

https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Spain

https://www.amazon.es/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Italy

https://www.amazon.it/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Netherlands

https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Japan

https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Brazil

https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Canada

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Mexico

https://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B01M2CZJZH

Australia

https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01M2CZJZH

India

https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01M2CZJZH

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