Thank You to Followers Week: Cap #7

Finally, here is the last caption to thank the wonderful followers who took the time to share their captioning interests with me. This cap is for HerpleDerplePerpleNerple, who likes a little bimbo getting hypnotized, which is exactly what I have in this cap. There was a lot of directions I wanted to go with this image, but I think I like what I settled for, and hopefully you will too. Enjoy!

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 2

To hold you over until I upload the final caption for the Thank You to Followers Week, here is the next installment of this new story. It follows directly after Part 1 and should be read as such. Enjoy!

How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 2

The news spread like wildfire through our little town. Reports that the Phillips had been forced to move out of their old city due to similar "issues" arose, and John Phillips took the week off, while Darlene remained inside their house as well. But poor little Judy...or whoever she really was...had to endure her first week of school. She was picked on by more than a few kids in school, including Matt. The teachers didn't really know what to do with her - the gym teacher, Mr. Bunyan, didn't know whether 'she' was a he who should change in the guys' dressing room, or whether she was really a girl, or even if 'she' was a he then he should change in the girls room because he acted like a she. Matt and his sophomore cousin Brett made the decision easy by refusing to admit her entrance to the boys room.

I felt really bad for Judy. Frank had reported that she started crying at least twice a day in classes, and on Friday had decided to go home early to avoid the torment. I was extremely shocked when I first figured it out Judy's secret, but I don't think anyone should have to suffer the kind of verbal abuse that she received that first week. But I suppose I had a unique relationship with crossdressers...

You see, my father was once a chronic crossdresser. He managed to keep it a secret from me most of my life, but at the age of 12 I discovered my mother and a tall, brunette woman having a heated argument in my parent's bedroom. And so I had my first conversation with my father, all dolled up in makeup, a wig, and a dress, about his fetish. He promised to stop, because Mom really seemed to dislike it. But about three months later, Mark and I discovered a large, secret stash of wigs and dresses deep in the attic, and we knew he hadn't given up his favorite pastime. We both were of the opinion that this was the reason why Mom left, but Dad said there were other factors too. He made a deal with us: "If you don't tell you're brother about my little secret or talk about your mother leaving," he said, fearful of repudiation by our younger, innocent 8 year old brother, "I promise to stop and be the best father you boys can ask for." We agreed, and Dad was true to his word - although he never could bring himself to getting rid of his stashes in the attic, he never once brought the box down into the rest of the house, and Frank never knew of Dad's more feminine side. Mom wasn't mentioned much after that, and it didn't matter because Dad was the best parent anyone could ask for.

For not knowing how close he was to a crossdresser, Frank had a large feeling of empathy for Judy. Saturday afternoon, he marched right up to the Phillips door (the first person in a week to do so) and asked if he could see Judy. To everyone surprise, he was not turned away, and actually spent the night at their house. He came home Sunday night, just as happy and bubbly as ever. "I think I found a new friend!" he exclaimed happily. Indeed, for the entirety of the second week of school, Frank and Judy could be side-by-side, always alone, but always together. Even when we got home, he couldn't stop talking about her. "She really just shy," he said one day, like there was no reason for her isolation. "Is she...actually a she?" I asked him out of curiosity. "I don't think so...but she's never out of a dress so I can't tell," he responded cheerfully, like it was no big deal. I was extremely proud of my brother at that moment - he was even more mature than me!

But although I was impressed with Frank, others weren't so keen on his interaction with Judy. Mrs. Sanders avoided him like the plague, and Mark had heard our father having long, heated conversations over the phone over what we assumed was Frank. Finally, one day in school, Matt confronted me. "Dude, why the hell has your brother been hanging out with...'her'?" he sneered, gesturing in the direction of where Frank and Judy were standing.

     "What's the big deal?" I asked. "So she's a little different...has she ever harmed you?"

     "It not about what she's doing now, it's what she's promoting in the future," he replied with disgust. "All it takes is one guy to dress like a girl, and everyone thinks its acceptable - its not! Like my grandpa says all the time, all it takes is someone to start an unnatural trend, and pretty soon the youth of this town - our generation - will be corrupted by such non-natural activities."

     I said nothing. "Fine," Matt muttered. "Stay passive. I for one am not going to let our town go to hell in a handbasket. So tell you're brother to leave "Judy" alone. I'll see you around."

He stalked off, managing to give Frank a hard shove on his way out. I stood there, upset by my friends words. How could he be so ignorant? Well if he's worried about unnatural activities, I thought to myself. I suppose we'll just have to make it a natural trend. As the bell rang for the end of school, I grabbed Frank by the wrist. "Be home by six o'clock sharp," I said. "Ow! Why so soon? I was going to go over to Judy's house..." he complained. "We're going to make our town go to heaven with a handbag," I replied mysteriously. "Just be on time."

Thank You to Followers Week: Cap #5 and #6

Today you all get two captions because the wonderful Lee has a diverse set of interests that include hypnosis, secretaries, and redheads! I tried to find a nice image to combine these all and couldn't, but I was extremely pleased with how well they turned out separately! The first cap is dedicated purely to redheads - I don't know why I haven't used this as a theme more often, because fiery red locks are incredibly sexy! Maybe more in the future? ;)

The second one is pretty self-explanatory - check it out!

Thank You to Followers Week: Cap #3 and #4

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How You Dress it Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story), Part 1

Hello all! First, I just wanted to say thank you to all of the wonderful people who have left kind messages in support of me and my recent captions. I really do appreciate your comments. Today, in light of an advancement of a new story I have written, I am going to start posting little chunks of the story (in order) over an extended period of time. This allows me to get work out quicker and test the waters to see if people like where I am taking the story.

So this story is based around a family of three boys in a small town called New Haven. The main character and narrator, Erik, discusses the inclusion of a unique family, the Phillips, into their town. The perspective of each person in the town on the new family seems divided, but Erik has a plan to make things right. If you like what you are reading, please let me know! I'll keep posting in smaller parts unless I hear strong disapproval.

How You Dress It Up: A Matter of Perspective (Erik's Story) Part 1

It all started when the Phillips moved to New Haven. It was late in August, only about two weeks before school was about to start, and I was mostly worried about surviving senior year. If only I knew what was in store for that year...

The Phillips moved in quietly across the street. John Phillips was to be working as a deputy to the sheriff, and came over to introduce himself and his family the next day to get acquainted with the folks around New Haven. His wife, Darlene, was a shy, quiet woman who earned some extra cash as a seamstress. Their daughter, however, was a bit of an enigma. Judy was her name, but no one saw much of her during the initial move; only a glimpse of a blond head in the window or the occasional sighting of her going to the mailbox was proof that she actually existed. My younger brother Frank was disappointed; he had heard that she was a incoming freshman like him, and was hoping to find someone to be his friend at St. Elmo's in the first few weeks.

Our curiosity over Judy grew as more details began to emerge about the Phillips. Old Man Rankel, the grandfather of my best friend Matt, swore that he saw two men in the Phillips' home one day, even though no one ever saw anyone besides John and Darlene come in and out of the house. Mrs. Sanders, the biggest gossip on our street, disagreed: she had sworn that she had seen two women and a girl sitting at the dinner table one evening. I even heard the mailman talking with my father one day about how he had delivered a package of wigs to the Phillips' house over Labor Day Weekend. It was all very strange.

The day before school was back in session, Matt, my brothers Frank and Mark, and I were all sitting in our lawn, mulling over the horror that was school, when we saw Judy for the first time out in public! She was walking down towards the middle of town in what appeared to be VERY large clothing for a girl her age. "Let's follow her!" whispered Matt. Intrigued, the four of us began hopping fences to inconspicuously follow her on her path into town. To our disappointment, she was only walking into her father's small side-room attached to the sheriff's office. "Aw, she's still as boring as we thought," moaned Frank. "Let's go get some ice cream, you guys."

     "You go," muttered Matt. "I'm going to see what she's doing..."

     "Suit yourself," said Frank. "Hey Erik," he said turning to me. "Will you buy me an ice cream cone? I'm all out of money..."

     "Of course," I sighed. "Let's go."

Frank, Mark, and I left for the dollar store down the block while Matt walked up to the window of Mr. Phillips' room. After paying for our ice creams, we came back five minutes later to find Matt running towards us, white as a sheet. 'GUYS GUYS GUYS!" he yelled, short of breath. "You're not going to believe..."

Before he could finish, a bell clanged as the door to Mr. Phillips' office came open. We all turned around to look, and were surprised to see a young, brown haired boy led out of the room by a tall, redheaded woman. "Oh my god," I said softly. "That woman is wearing the exact same outfit that Judy was wearing..." We all stood, mouths agape, as the two people walked back down the street in the direction of our neighborhood. "Wait a second," said Frank, confused. "I thought that no one else went in there..."

     "You're right, Frank," said Mark, who had gathered what Matt and I had figured out. "The exact same people that were in there came out."

     "So what does that mean?" asked Frank, innocently unaware.

     "It means," glowered Matt. "That we have some crossdressers in town."

END PART ONE

Thank You to Followers Week: Cap #2

Please read my notice I posted recently if you haven't already read it. It concerns the future of this blog, both in the near and distant future.

This caption is for Alice, in hopes that it tickles her fancies of prom caps and bets gone wrong. Prom caps are some of my favorites to read because of the beautiful girls in the images - in line with that, I found the most beautiful model for my image, one of my top three favorite images that I have ever found. Isn't she gorgeous? Wouldn't it be wonderful to have her hair? Oh, but enough about my fantasies - this cap goes into the thought process of a guy who goes to extremes to win his bet. But does he really win? Read on and decide for yourself!

Thank You to Followers Week: Cap #1

As a first order of business, please read my notice I posted recently if you haven't already read it. It concerns the future of this blog, both in the near and distant future.

The first caption of this week is for Michelle, who was looking for another Bimbo Virus caption. I must say, this is one of my favorite themes to write, so I'm really glad someone else enjoys it as well. This specific cap details a substitute bimbo teacher who is looking to spread the virus to the school at which her old self used to work. Enjoy!

Important Notice About Future Caps/Stories

Hello all. I've got a lot of things to cover in this message, so please, bear with me. First, let me address the fact I haven't been posting nearly as much as I promised in recent times - for that I apologize deeply. I know I've disappeared for a while before, but I really do feel bad when I don't keep promises, no matter how trivial. So I'm going to be up front and honest with you - I don't know how much longer I am going to continue posting on this blog at a stead rate, if at all. I've had some personal things in my life that have made me rethink my priorities, and although I love captioning and sharing what I would affectionately call erotic art, it takes time and thinking space that I don't have.

That being said, I haven't disappeared all this time and not done anything :) I do have a small influx of caps coming your way, starting today with one I will put in a separate post. These caps are to thank all of the people who took the time to share what kind of caps they like, and to give them something from me that I promised about a month ago. Additionally, I've been toying around with some of my old storylines (Hypnotic Wishes and S.H.E.M.A.L.E Starz) as well as a new one that I'm excited about. Granted, none of these are near completion and may take a long time to get all of them out, but I may start releasing snippets of each before releasing the full story, or even release the stories in parts.

To all those who have been patiently waiting and still hoping that I will release more captions/stories in the future, I thank you deeply for your support and hope this next week or so will give you a little reward for my absence. But in the long run, I have no idea how long I will continue to right for, so I hope you all enjoy these little moments while they are here.

-Elena Starz