Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Requested Caps for Melina

Hi all! Someone wanted to reach me recently, but couldn't find my email. It is ElenaStarz4372@gmail.com. Hope to hear from you! Anyways this set is for Melina, who wanted to see some drag queens. I felt like doing a few, so she gets more than the usual one per idea requested! Enjoy!




Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Requested Cap for HerpleDerplePerpleNerple

This cap is for HerpleDerplePerpleNerple, who wanted to see a cap with a very feminine dress. Enjoy!



Monday, August 20, 2012

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 5

Hello all! Here is the next part of the continuing story! I don't know far into the story I am actually going to get, but it is much easier to write in bits, so its possible that I may continue this series even if I have to leave...enjoy!

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 5

It was strange getting up almost an hour earlier than normal to get ready for school, but considering the extensive work it would take to perfect our looks, I was totally okay with it. I had selected a simple blue dress with straps and a pair of matching flats (Dad said it would have been nearly impossible in heels our first day); Frank had gone with a pushup bra, a navy tube top, and matching skirt and sandals; and Mark was surprisingly non-conservative with a strapless, black and white striped dress that cut off way before his knees, as well as some flats. After securing our wigs with bobby pins, Dad set to work with our makeup, one at a time, and did a fantastic job. Frank was so pleased that he didn't even question where Dad acquired his talent, much to our father's relief.
     "Okay, boys...oh should I say girls?" said my father, smiling at his new 'daughters'. "Get together - I want to take a picture to commemorate your courageous stand." We all stood together, posing for the camera, and let Dad take the shot. "Thanks, you three," he said, then turned away. I could see that he had tears in his eyes.
     Afterwards, we all piled into our car, as usual, but in very unusual circumstances. Dad dropped us out front of the building, and Frank leaped out of the car joyfully, bounding into school with his usual exuberance. Mark, after seeing that there was no pandemonium caused by the appearance of some strange new girl on campus, slowly exited the car next. I was about to leave too, when Dad grabbed me. "Hang on one sec, Erik." I stopped, and turned to my father, who had that same glistening look in his eyes. "There's a lot of things I want to say to you right now," he said tearfully. "What you're doing both scares me and makes me extremely proud. But whatever the result, don't let this experience corrupt you. I'm worried that you're doing what you're doing because of me and who I am, but I don't want you to put your head on the line for something that I've tried to give up for years. Its an enchanting thing in our family, and I don't want you to be a part of the cycle that I've gone through."
     I was baffled by the sudden outburst of emotion. I had almost completely forgot about how personal this struggle was for my father, to see us doing the exact thing that he gave up. But how could something like this corrupt us? "Dad," I answered gently. "I was aware of how personal this issue was to our family. But this is about Judy more than anything else. Bullying of transgender, gay, crossdressing, or other alternative kids is unacceptable, and the best way I can see to stopping this abuse is by making the alternative a natural expectation. I hope that people can step into other people's heels for a minute and realize that there is nothing wrong, nothing corrupting about crossdressing. Besides," I said, smiling as I got out of the car. "I could never dream of being you, because I could never have been as fabulous as I remember seeing you long ago!"
     With that, I left for class, leaving my father with a small smile on his face that seemed to be equal parts pleasure and sadness.

I managed to slip into my usual desk without flashing anyone just before the bell, and attendance was called out by my first period teacher, Mrs. Paul.
     "Susan?"               "Here!"
     "Jackson?"            "Present!"
     "Owen?"               "Here!"
     "Erik?"
     "Here!" I called out, raising my hand. "But call me Erika, please." There were some snickers from the crowd. "You look a little different today, Erika," Mrs. Paul said, peering over her glasses at me. "New outfit," I replied to a ripple of laughter. Mrs. Paul smiled slightly, and went on recording attendance. The rest of the period ran rather smoothly - sure, there were plenty of whispers, but nothing that I didn't expect. I even had a girl complement me on my dress when I walked out of class. In the halls, I passed by Matt, who strode by without even a second glance. I rode my wave of success all the way through to lunch, were I regrouped with my 'sisters' to talk about the day.
     "How's it been going?" I asked, well aware of the plethora of disgusted, amused, and curious stares from kids around me.
     Mark shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Didn't really know what to expect. I didn't get a lot of attention - I don't normally talk in class - but I definitely heard some guys talking about me in class. Brett and his friends...they didn't take to kindly to my attire. But no physical harm..."
     "Wow, we've been lucky then!" Frank said happily. "Judy was kind of shocked when I showed up like this, and I had a couple people come up to us and ask if we were gay, but they haven't laid a finger on us all day! Must think we have cooties or something..."
     "...or something..." said an angry voice behind me. I turned, and saw Matt towering over me. "What the hell, Erik?" he seethed, visibly angry. "I knew you weren't against this kind of freakish display when Judy moved in, but I NEVER thought I would see the day when you were in a goddamn dress!"
     "Is there a problem, Matt?" I asked innocently. "And please, call me Erika," I continued, fluttering my eyelashes at him. That really set him off. "ERIKA?" he practically screamed. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEST FRIEND?"
     "I'm right here, Matt," I replied bravely. "Always have been. What I have been wanting to know is how the hell my friend could have given Judy so much flack. She's a genuinely good person...just with a different perspective on dressing than you and I. Now me and my brothers are trying out this perspective to show you and everyone else that normal people crossdress. Why don't you try it with us?"
     "Are you kidding me?" he shrieked, his eyes suddenly fearful. "If you thing that I'm going to even touch a dress like some sissy queer, then you've gone crazier than you look right now."
     "Really? Because I'm pretty sure you walked by me today without even noticing me..."
     He blushed angrily at that statement. "Oh, I noticed...I just couldn't believe that my macho best friend would be caught dead in a dress."
     "It's just a dress...what's the big deal? I'm still me. It's just like we're trying to prove - it's nothing to make a fuss about..."
     "Oh, it is definitely something to make a fuss about," Matt glowered, staring daggers into my madeup eyes. "A fuss that I will continue to make, as long as you continue to put up this charade and try to corrupt other normal boys. So I'm only going to ask you once: are you Erik my friend, or Erika the crossdressing nancy boy?"
     "You know who I really am," I said, trying not to show any emotion. "But until I prove this point, I'm Erika."
     "Then Erik is dead to me. As are his 'brothers'," he said, tossing a glance over at Mark and Frank. With that, my best friend of 17 years stalked off, and it took all of my willpower not to cry in frustration and sadness. Frank immediately embraced me in a hug. "You were so brave standing up to Matt," he said consolingly. "Wait until I tell Judy!"
     "Thanks, Francine," I whispered. At that moment, my resolve to validate my point grew stronger than ever, because I realized that I had just experienced a fraction of the pain that Judy suffered each day, and wanted no one to ever feel like that again.

Requested Cap for Marco

Hello all! Four people asked me for captions about a week ago, and I'm just starting to finish them up now - so if you're still in line, just wait a day or two more! This first cap is for Marco, who wanted another werewoman cap. I really like the image for this one, so I hope you enjoy!


Tiffany's Cap Contest

Hello all! I've been working on some requests lately, hence the lack of posts, but as some filler I wanted to show you some caps I made for Tiffany on her old blog for a contest. She had some really fantastic images, and so I hope my stories match that quality. Enjoy!





Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Caps for Anastasia

Hello all! Sorry I've been a bit slow on posts - this is what I was talking about when I said that I might be in and out for a while. But I've also been slow because I've joined Rachel's Haven, which is a great site for captioning hosted and run by many famous and talent captioners. It was here that I discovered one Anastasia, who very excitedly asked me for a cap. As I am always happy to give a caption to a follower/fan, I complied with not one but three caps for her! Now you all get to enjoy these caps made by me for her, which focus on latex and Elena Starz (myself) feminizing Anastasia. Hope you all enjoy, and remember, if you have any kind of request for a cap, please let me know in a comment section on the blog or email me at ElenaStarz4372@gmail.com - I'd love to hear from you!

-Elena Starz





Saturday, August 4, 2012

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 4

Hello all! Here is a segment of this series that is a little longer than before. It's my gift to you, but also I lengthened it a bit because I'm going to be in and out for the next couple of weeks, and wanted to get something concrete in. This installment is more buildup (which I apologize for if some of you are getting bored), but there are a lot of themes and sub-plots that I want to set up now so that they will make sense later. Hope you enjoy it anyways!


How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 4

It was strange getting up almost an hour earlier than normal to get ready for school, but considering the extensive work it would take to perfect our looks, I was totally okay with it. I had selected a simple blue dress with straps and a pair of matching flats (Dad said it would have been nearly impossible in heels our first day); Frank had gone with a pushup bra, a navy tube top, and matching skirt and sandals; and Mark was surprisingly non-conservative with a strapless, black and white striped dress that cut off way before his knees, as well as some flats. After securing our wigs with bobby pins, Dad set to work with our makeup, one at a time, and did a fantastic job. Frank was so pleased that he didn't even question where Dad acquired his talent, much to our father's relief.
     "Okay, boys...oh should I say girls?" said my father, smiling at his new 'daughters'. "Get together - I want to take a picture to commemorate your courageous stand." We all stood together, posing for the camera, and let Dad take the shot. "Thanks, you three," he said, then turned away. I could see that he had tears in his eyes.
     Afterwards, we all piled into our car, as usual, but in very unusual circumstances. Dad dropped us out front of the building, and Frank leaped out of the car joyfully, bounding into school with his usual exuberance. Mark, after seeing that there was no pandemonium caused by the appearance of some strange new girl on campus, slowly exited the car next. I was about to leave too, when Dad grabbed me. "Hang on one sec, Erik." I stopped, and turned to my father, who had that same glistening look in his eyes. "There's a lot of things I want to say to you right now," he said tearfully. "What you're doing both scares me and makes me extremely proud. But whatever the result, don't let this experience corrupt you. I'm worried that you're doing what you're doing because of me and who I am, but I don't want you to put your head on the line for something that I've tried to give up for years. Its an enchanting thing in our family, and I don't want you to be a part of the cycle that I've gone through."
     I was baffled by the sudden outburst of emotion. I had almost completely forgot about how personal this struggle was for my father, to see us doing the exact thing that he gave up. But how could something like this corrupt us? "Dad," I answered gently. "I was aware of how personal this issue was to our family. But this is about Judy more than anything else. Bullying of transgender, gay, crossdressing, or other alternative kids is unacceptable, and the best way I can see to stopping this abuse is by making the alternative a natural expectation. I hope that people can step into other people's heels for a minute and realize that there is nothing wrong, nothing corrupting about crossdressing. Besides," I said, smiling as I got out of the car. "I could never dream of being you, because I could never have been as fabulous as I remember seeing you long ago!"
     With that, I left for class, leaving my father with a small smile on his face that seemed to be equal parts pleasure and sadness.

I managed to slip into my usual desk without flashing anyone just before the bell, and attendance was called out by my first period teacher, Mrs. Paul.
     "Susan?"               "Here!"
     "Jackson?"            "Present!"
     "Owen?"               "Here!"
     "Erik?"
     "Here!" I called out, raising my hand. "But call me Erika, please." There were some snickers from the crowd. "You look a little different today, Erika," Mrs. Paul said, peering over her glasses at me. "New outfit," I replied to a ripple of laughter. Mrs. Paul smiled slightly, and went on recording attendance. The rest of the period ran rather smoothly - sure, there were plenty of whispers, but nothing that I didn't expect. I even had a girl complement me on my dress when I walked out of class. In the halls, I passed by Matt, who strode by without even a second glance. I rode my wave of success all the way through to lunch, were I regrouped with my 'sisters' to talk about the day.
     "How's it been going?" I asked, well aware of the plethora of disgusted, amused, and curious stares from kids around me.
     Mark shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Didn't really know what to expect. I didn't get a lot of attention - I don't normally talk in class - but I definitely heard some guys talking about me in class. Brett and his friends...they didn't take to kindly to my attire. But no physical harm..."
     "Wow, we've been lucky then!" Frank said happily. "Judy was kind of shocked when I showed up like this, and I had a couple people come up to us and ask if we were gay, but they haven't laid a finger on us all day! Must think we have cooties or something..."
     "...or something..." said an angry voice behind me. I turned, and saw Matt towering over me. "What the hell, Erik?" he seethed, visibly angry. "I knew you weren't against this kind of freakish display when Judy moved in, but I NEVER thought I would see the day when you were in a goddamn dress!"
     "Is there a problem, Matt?" I asked innocently. "And please, call me Erika," I continued, fluttering my eyelashes at him. That really set him off. "ERIKA?" he practically screamed. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEST FRIEND?"
     "I'm right here, Matt," I replied bravely. "Always have been. What I have been wanting to know is how the hell my friend could have given Judy so much flack. She's a genuinely good person...just with a different perspective on dressing than you and I. Now me and my brothers are trying out this perspective to show you and everyone else that normal people crossdress. Why don't you try it with us?"
     "Are you kidding me?" he shrieked, his eyes suddenly fearful. "If you thing that I'm going to even touch a dress like some sissy queer, then you've gone crazier than you look right now."
     "Really? Because I'm pretty sure you walked by me today without even noticing me..."
     He blushed angrily at that statement. "Oh, I noticed...I just couldn't believe that my macho best friend would be caught dead in a dress."
     "It's just a dress...what's the big deal? I'm still me. It's just like we're trying to prove - it's nothing to make a fuss about..."
     "Oh, it is definitely something to make a fuss about," Matt glowered, staring daggers into my madeup eyes. "A fuss that I will continue to make, as long as you continue to put up this charade and try to corrupt other normal boys. So I'm only going to ask you once: are you Erik my friend, or Erika the crossdressing nancy boy?"
     "You know who I really am," I said, trying not to show any emotion. "But until I prove this point, I'm Erika."
     "Then Erik is dead to me. As are his 'brothers'," he said, tossing a glance over at Mark and Frank. With that, my best friend of 17 years stalked off, and it took all of my willpower not to cry in frustration and sadness. Frank immediately embraced me in a hug. "You were so brave standing up to Matt," he said consolingly. "Wait until I tell Judy!"
     "Thanks, Francine," I whispered. At that moment, my resolve to validate my point grew stronger than ever, because I realized that I had just experienced a fraction of the pain that Judy suffered each day, and wanted no one to ever feel like that again.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 3

Here is the next installment of this story, where we finally learn of Erik's plan. I'm realizing as I continue to write that the plan may seem a little simple or unbelievable, but bear with me, because it gets more understandable as I continue to flesh out details. Enjoy!


How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 3

I had decided at that point that I was going to make crossdressing acceptable by going to school all dolled up, and hopefully with the support of my brothers I could make it seem normal to be someone like Judy. I ran home after school and darted up into the attic: to my satisfaction, everything was exactly where I expected it to be, Dad's old wigs, dresses, and assorted makeup were stashed in a trunk behind the vanity mirror. I began rummaging through the wigs first, tossing aside ones with holes or hairstyles that would look ridiculous on a teenage girl, and eventually began to sort out some of my favorites by color. I finally decided that I wanted to be a blonde and selected a beautiful honey colored wig when Mark walked in behind me. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.
     "We're going to be girls for a week. Here, try this on," I said as I chucked him a brunette wig similar to mine.
     "Why?" he asked, neither angry nor fully supportive.
     "Because," I replied, as I adjusted my wig on my head. "That poor Judy is absolutely shunned in school, Frank is friends with her, and of all the people to be supportive of crossdressing in this town, it should be our family."
     "True..." Mark said softly. He looked down at the wig in his hands thoughtfully, then slowly put it on. "You know that Matt is going to hate you for this, right?" he said as he began to look through some assorted dresses with me. "I know. But if we can convince enough people to do this, he'll have to realize how ridiculous he's being," I replied. "Now are you willing to help me?"
     He looked down at the wig in his hands thoughtfully for a minute, then slowly slid it over his own hair. "I'm not as passionate about angering my friends as you seem to be," he said matter-of-factly. "But I do feel that our family has to do something in support of the Phillips, and this seems oddly appropriate, considering our father's history."
     "I'll worry about dealing with Matt," I replied with a smile. "Right now we just need to worry about looking like viable girls for tomorrow."

With that, Mark and I began a thorough search of Dad's old clothes, trying on different dresses, heels, skirts, tops, and bras to see what fit and what looked good. We were so busy modeling and evaluating outfits that we didn't hear our father come up the stairs to the attic. "Hey boys!" he called out as he jogged up the stairs. "What are you doing up in the att-"
     He froze as he glanced at us, all decked out in heels, minidresses, and our wigs. "Dad," I said, spinning around wobbly in my heels. "We need to talk."
     We sat down and discussed my plan to draw attention to the harmlessness of crossdressing by indoctrinating any and all guys at St. Elmo's to support Judy Phillips. "So what do you think?" I asked. "You look a little dazed"
     "I just didn't think I'd see the day when my boys would pick up my old habits..." Dad said with a small smile.
     "Sometimes, the only way to get someone's attention is by shocking them," Mark said. "It worked on you - hopefully we can get the same results at school."
     "Also, we we're wondering if you would teach us how to do our makeup tomorrow morning?" I asked. "Mark, Frank, and I could definitely use some expert advice..."
     Dad's eyes lit up. "I would love to!" He then suddenly sobered up. "But do we have to tell Frank?" he asked pleadingly. "I still don't want him to think that crossdressing is the reason why your mother and I broke up..."
     "You could say that you learned how to do makeup when you helped out at the annual school play for all these years," Mark responded. "Frank is trusting enough to believe that."
     "Alright," Dad answered. "But that means that you 'girls' will have to get up earlier in the morning to get ready."
     "No problem! Thanks for being so understanding," I said, hugging my dad. "Now you should let us get ready - we want to have some time alone with Frank to discuss our plan."

Dad left, and we finished picking out our outfits for the next day and waited for Frank. Right at 6 o'clock he came bounding up the stairs. He took one look at us in our new feminine attire and broke into a huge grin. "You guys look like Judy!" he giggled.
     "That would be a compliment, considering how lovely she looks," I said. "But we need to talk seriously for a moment, because we're dressed 'like Judy' for a reason."
     It wasn't hard to explain to Frank our reason for crossdressing, considering he had experienced Judy's pain up close as her friend. He eagerly took to the clothes we had set out for him, and tried out a few wigs before selecting a brown wig with a hint of auburn color in it. After we were all dressed fully, we sat down to discuss our plans for the next day. "I do not want to force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with," I told both of my brothers. "Because it is quite likely that we will be mocked, bullied, or otherwise tormented much like Judy. In fact, we may not be successful at all in our attempts to convert the boys in our school to dress like us. But I intend to be in full female mode for the next month and will try to get other guys to do the same. So from now on, call me Erika."
     "Ooooh! I want to be called Francine!" exclaimed Frank. "What's your name going to be, Mark?"
     "I don't know...I guess Marcella has a nice ring to it," Mark said. "But how are we planning on convincing anyone at our school to do what we're doing?"
     "Well, first, its important to get people sympathetic to our cause," I said, thinking out loud more than anything. "Then, hopefully it will snowball as we get a bigger and bigger following."
     "We should talk to Claire Van Dyke!" chipped in Frank eagerly. "I'd bet she'd help!"
     "Let's just try and get through tomorrow alive," cautioned Mark pragmatically. "Then we'll see if Claire can help us in any way..."
     "Agreed. Let's worry about looking passable for tomorrow," I smiled, knowing that with Dad's makeup help, Erika, Francine, and Marcella were sure to turn some heads the following day.

Rainbow Girls: A Multi-Cap "Story"

Hello everyone! Do I have a treat for you today! This post will give you not one, not two, not three, but TEN captions to look at. I've had this idea for a long caption series for a while - its based on scene girls being mocked, and turning their taunters into girls with a plethora of hair colors. The original idea for this was based on the idea of gender identity being linked to the rainbow, and each gender change representing a portion of the rainbow, but I ended up including elements of magic, hypnotism, and pageants as well. I've really enjoyed this a lot, and hope you like it as well!

P.S. Vote for your favorite Rainbow Girl by telling me who was your favorite and why in the comments below! Love to hear from you all!