tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65578822772599955872024-03-28T18:09:08.058+01:00Diana Copperfield's TG CaptionsDiana Copperfield's forced femme/transgender caps and stories.Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-70544690361613062302011-05-16T10:06:00.000+02:002011-05-16T10:06:32.182+02:00Makeup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5mKkRo8rWjUV4Pkiu1YA9lLbWBoR6Nn5zwU7sEChxobB-pHJ9dNvw3_7Wiu7YdqkQQxpCpBo2tvngFWCZYxd3JJ0u6CiyfOgF_HLPAOrIYzXjWFt5QUtT_tzW6msi8gMCRKBbbAduX3w/s1600/ctmotfs6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5mKkRo8rWjUV4Pkiu1YA9lLbWBoR6Nn5zwU7sEChxobB-pHJ9dNvw3_7Wiu7YdqkQQxpCpBo2tvngFWCZYxd3JJ0u6CiyfOgF_HLPAOrIYzXjWFt5QUtT_tzW6msi8gMCRKBbbAduX3w/s320/ctmotfs6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>She woke him up. He opened his eyes, and saw his beautiful girlfriend standing in front of him, holding a mirror.<br />
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"Good morning, honey", she said, and turned the mirror around so that he could see himself. "Take a look, sweetie!", she said. He looked into the mirror and saw what could only be a woman. He wore make-up, lingerie and jewelry, and had long, blonde hair.<br />
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"What the yell have you done to me?", he said shockedly. "I have feminized you, and I have done so in a very special way", she said with a smile. "You see, the make-up was special-ordered from Japan, and can only be washed away with semen. Same goes for the glue I used on your wig and lingerie!"<br />
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He was in a shock, and couldn't believe what she was saying. He went up from bed, and ran towards the bathroom. He tried to smudge the make-up out with water, but it wouldn't come off. He tried to take off his padded bra, but it was stuck. Then, when he directed his attention to his thong, he realized that his girlfriend had tucked his dick back, and put it in a chastity device.<br />
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His girlfriend opened the bathroom door, and gave him a wide grin. "That's right, honey. You can't access your cock. That means it's gonna be quite hard for you to wash away the glue and make-up, don't you think?"<br />
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"Why are you doing this to me?", he said with desperation in his voice.<br />
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"It's just a sick fetish of mine, honey", she said with an innocent voice. "Now, if you want to become free of the make-up and lingerie, I know a way..."<br />
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"Oh, God, no... It isn't... is it?", he asked while feeling sick.<br />
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She nodded, as a naked man entered the room.Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-4624983860871322842011-04-24T00:55:00.000+02:002011-04-24T00:55:34.936+02:00Allergy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHGftXgSsR9rwH-8HH0zMClJPt3BKIXDkyi9VRCQoEXFvMQanyRSXuf1hyXFc6lV2I3xokrXG2xBCN1dRfKw792u31T8lQLNfVXX16s7HViN6PmHXX7X2p5uT0CE-mvpfRYNlELMtf3G2/s400/996_1000.jpg" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">"Smile for the camera, honey!", she said with great enthusiasm. He tried to bring a smile to his face, but didn't quite succeed.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">They were currently taking photos for the traditional new year postcard, with news about what had happened to the family this year - and wow, things sure had happened to the young couple.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">It all started back in January, when she had told him how tired and depressed she was feeling recently. He suggested that she should go visit a psychologist, and see what was wrong. It turned out she had developed a rare form of allergy against higher concentrations of testosterone. Not wanting to dump her beloved boyfriend, who obviously was the source to the testosterone, she and her psychologist decided that the best thing would be to feminize him completely.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">So, one day shortly afterwards, she drugged him, made him, while half-conscious, sign a contract, and took him to a surgeon the psychologist had recommended. They hypnotized him, and let him be in that mental state for a few months, while they performed extensive and advanced feminization processes on him. Then, when he was completely female, they gave him earrings, a necklace, make-up, and long, brown hair, to further push the testosterone away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">Finally, he was given a skirt, while she was ordered to only wear pants - this was to make sure that he was the feminine one in the relationship. Both of them were also to be topless at all times, to spread femininity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">When he woke up from the hypnosis for the first time, he <i>did</i> panic, but things have gotten better since then. Looking into the camera, he felt that he was ready. He would show the world his new self.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;">He was proud of being a woman.</div>Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-9854068609059015752011-03-05T17:17:00.001+01:002011-03-20T16:05:05.149+01:00TAKING REQUESTS - Hello, ladiesI am still making Hailey 4 and Feminization committee 2, but I kind of feel that I have to take a break from them for a while. Do YOU have any themes you'd like me to write a shorter TG cap on? Or perhaps a picture you'd like captioned? Tell me!Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-857989805562113482011-02-16T16:43:00.001+01:002011-02-16T16:43:40.386+01:00Update: Hailey, chapter 3Made Hailey protest after getting to know that he'll have to borrow clothes from the girls. Thanks, <a href="http://asdfaoeu.deviantart.com/">Asdfaoue</a>!Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-49062062743230345762011-02-15T19:51:00.002+01:002011-02-16T16:48:05.850+01:00Hailey (ch. 3) [Updated 2011-02-16]<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWX-vwdeifW5RjSSsfAGV6zCIlmSaWceCjLSN95BnO409FcmjJgyIY7kVbCMw_lI9t16fhohyddXyotTRWwBdaW9HgK3xn1LN6Y60uFTDw5ZJhxAHJ_cLtYYS-maYBnYIiqdyXa5kOoc2A/s1600/pink.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWX-vwdeifW5RjSSsfAGV6zCIlmSaWceCjLSN95BnO409FcmjJgyIY7kVbCMw_lI9t16fhohyddXyotTRWwBdaW9HgK3xn1LN6Y60uFTDw5ZJhxAHJ_cLtYYS-maYBnYIiqdyXa5kOoc2A/s320/pink.PNG" style="cursor: move;" width="272" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Miss Campbell cleared her throat. A habit that was starting to annoy Hailey - she did that all the time!</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Well, mister Rosa, there seems to have been some sort of misunderstanding. When my secretary looked through the papers, she seemed to, uhm, think that... With all respect, mister Rosa, she thought, only because of your name, I assure you, that you were a girl"</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hailey couldn't believe it. How incompetent could a person be? "So, will I get to go to the boys' house now?", he asked.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"No, as Williams and Brown has said already, you will stay here at the girls' house at least until tomorrow. It's late, and we don't want you to get lost or kidnapped or molested or something", Campbell replied.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Hmm", Hailey said. "Well, uh, where is my bags with my clothes and everything? Someone of your staff took care of our bags before we went on the bus, if I recall correctly. If I'm going to stay here for the night, I'm going to need my pyjamas and tooth brush and stuff"</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Well, that's the problem, Rosa. I regret to inform you that your bags somehow ended up in the boys' house, so you will unfortunately have to..." - this pause made Hailey a bit uncomfortable - "borrow some clothes from the girls. Most of them are very into fashion, so it shouldn't be too hard to find someone with an extra pair to lend you...", Campbell continued.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hailey felt a bit ill. "Are you saying that the only clothes available for me to borrow are girls' clothes? In that case, I'd rather sleep in my underwear, thank you very much", he said.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Look, Rosa, I'm terribly sorry, but do you remember that paper you had to sign a few weeks ago? Remember the 'hygiene' part of it?" - Hailey definitely felt ill now - "By the look on your face, I assume you remember."</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She picked up a copy of the paper from her suitcase. "I'll read the relevant parts for you: 'The students must not on any circumstances sleep in anything other than clothes designed as sleepwear', 'The students must change their underwear at least once every day', and 'The students must also change their clothes at least once every day'. It looks like you will have to get some clothes for tomorrow, too, and for every day you're going to stay here. And yes, this includes underwear. Sorry, but there's nothing I can do", she said.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"That is ridiculous, and I'm not going to do that", Hailey protested.<br />
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"As I said, there is nothing I can do, Rosa. You've signed a contract"<br />
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"Doesn't matter. There's no chance in hell that I am going to dress in girls' clothes"<br />
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"Sorry, Rosa, but if you don't, it's my duty as head mistress to report this. You do realize that it is illegal to break a contract like that, right?", Campbell asked sternly.<br />
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"Can't you just... you know, nullify the contract?", he asked. "No, it is not within my powers - I'd have to take this up with the school board-", she started. "Why won't you do that then?", Hailey asked desperately.<br />
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"I'm truly sorry, but this isn't exactly considered a high priority issue, so it might take as long as a month before they start working on the case. Until then, the contract will be binding. And when that happens, this camp thing will have come to an end. Sorry, Rosa. You'll have to do this, at least for now. We might be able to get some boys' clothes for you sometime next week or so, but not today"<br />
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Hailey shivered. "So, I... I guess I will go... ask the girls, then...", he said with an unsteady voice, and went out of the room on equally unsteady legs.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"This can't be", he thought to himself. Being forced to dress in girls' clothes would be the ultimate form of humiliation to him. He walked towards the girls he had met earlier, and they were still there, still giggling.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Uhm, hi, girls...", he said with a bit too little confidence for his own taste. "I, uhm... need to ask you about something..."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Hello, Hailey. What is it?", Wanda asked, and started looking at him with a curious look on her face.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Well... This is really embarassing...", he started. "You can trust us!", Laura said with a not entirely convincing smile.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hailey sighed. "I guess I have no other choice... Okay, you know that paper we got from school some time ago? The one with the rules?", he asked. Wanda and Laura nodded. "Well, part of that said that we have to wear actual sleepwear when sleeping, and that we have to change clothes and underwear every day", he continued. "Yeah, what about it? Pretty basic hygiene rules in my opinion", Wanda said. "Well, you see... Uhm, while I happened to end up in the girls' house, my clothes and everything did not, so I will have to borro-", he said when Wanda interrupted him. Again. Hailey was starting to get royally pissed at that.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Oh my God! Are you saying that you will have borrow girls' clothes? From us?", she said while looking way too happy. "Well... yes", Hailey said. The girls squeed in delight, which caused Hailey to blush even more. "I've always wanted to do this!", Wanda said with an overly excited voice. "Come with us", Laura said, as she and Wanda grabbed Hailey's arms and started to pull him along, into another room. The girls were stronger than Hailey, and could get him into the room quite easily.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Ten or so girls were sitting in the room, some playing board games, some casually chatting, when Hailey, Wanda and Laura arrived. "Hey, Wanda! What's that boy doing in here?", one of them asked.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"Go ahead and tell them!", Wanda told Hailey. Hailey hesitated, when he heard someone clearing his throat. Turning around, he saw miss Campbell standing a few meters behind him. "Don't force him into saying it in front of everyone, you're embarassing him!", she said. Hailey felt relieved for a second, until miss Campbell continued. "I'll say it for you, Rosa. He accidentally ended up in the girls' house, and doesn't have any clothes of his own with him, so he'll need to borrow some from you girls. Are you okay with that, girls?", she said.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"So, we... are going to feminize him?", the girl who had asked Wanda what Hailey was doing in the girls' house asked. "That doesn't sound good", Hailey thought.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Hailey now had the whole room's attention. "We're going to WHAT?", one girl asked, looking like if she thought this was too good to be true. "It's true", miss Campbell said. "You're going to dress him, presumably as a girl, unless someone here - except for mister Rosa, of course - is a crossdresser", she continued.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">"I'm not a crossdresser!", Hailey protested. "For now", miss Campbell answered with a smile.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I had to rewrite this chapter almost from scratch once, because it turned out so terrible the first time.<br />
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UPDATE:<br />
Made Hailey protest after getting to know that he'll have to borrow clothes from the girls. Thanks, <a href="http://asdfaoeu.deviantart.com/">Asdfaoue</a>!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"></div></div></div>Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-14915818633537741262011-02-11T22:59:00.000+01:002011-02-11T22:59:04.456+01:00Hailey (ch. 2)<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWX-vwdeifW5RjSSsfAGV6zCIlmSaWceCjLSN95BnO409FcmjJgyIY7kVbCMw_lI9t16fhohyddXyotTRWwBdaW9HgK3xn1LN6Y60uFTDw5ZJhxAHJ_cLtYYS-maYBnYIiqdyXa5kOoc2A/s1600/pink.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWX-vwdeifW5RjSSsfAGV6zCIlmSaWceCjLSN95BnO409FcmjJgyIY7kVbCMw_lI9t16fhohyddXyotTRWwBdaW9HgK3xn1LN6Y60uFTDw5ZJhxAHJ_cLtYYS-maYBnYIiqdyXa5kOoc2A/s320/pink.PNG" width="272" /></a></div>Hailey sat next to a cute girl, trying to not look at her breasts. Noticing him, she smiled, and put on her jacket, blocking his view. He blushed, cleared his throat, and turned around, looking out through the window. About half an hour later, they arrived, and left the buses, and gathered around the head mistress again, this time standing on a little table, serving as a podium.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Miss Campbell cleared her throat, picked up a suit case, and opened it. She told the students to line up, and then went through the line, giving everyone a piece of paper with what she said was instructions. When everyone had gotten a paper, she went back to her podium.<br />
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"What you've just recieved, students, are instructions on how to get to your camp houses - non-graphical maps, if you will. The reason we won't just tell you how to get to the houses is that we want to avoid boys sneaking over to the girls' house in the middle of the night, to have some fun. That is not acceptable unless we, the school staff, tell you otherwise. Understood? Good. I'll meet the girls in their house later; When you arrive, you will be greeted by miss Williams. You boys will meet mister Lewis. Well, see you later, then!"<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hailey took a look at his piece of paper. It was filled by simple "go in this direction", "go towards this and this 'landmark'", and so on. Pretty easy, considering there was a compass attatched.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After a while, he arrived in front of a house next to a lake. He knocked, and saw to his great surprise that miss Williams opened the door.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Miss Williams? What are you doing here?", he asked.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I was just about to ask you that. What are you doing at the girls' camp house, and how did you find this place?", she answered, sounding about as surprised as him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I just followed this map miss Campbell gave me - I suppose she gave me the wrong one. So, if you could just point out the direction for me, I'll go to the guys' house now-"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"No, no, you're not going out with just my probably very vague directions, you could get lost. And we don't have any more maps. Hmm. You could come in here in our house, and we'll figure something out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls' house was very feminine looking, and there didn't seem to be a single male in the house, with the exception of Hailey himself. As he followed miss Williams towards the staff room, they passed some girls who looked at him with surprised looks on their faces. Then they started whispering, and giggling. "Girls will be girls, all right", Hailey thought to himself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They arrived in the staff room, where he saw miss Brown. "Robin, this guy here knocked on the door, with a 'girl map'. What should we do with him?", miss Williams said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Miss Brown looked up from her newspaper, and looked Hailey right in the eyes. "Well, we'll have to talk to the head mistress about this when she arrives, but I think you should stay here for the night at least. We don't want you to get lost on your way to the boys' house", she said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Just what I said when he arrived. Well, I suppose you can go have fun with the girls for now-" she saw how he made a little smile - "No, not that kind of fun, you little pervert. Talk to them, or whatever. Boys will be boys, I guess", she sighed.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hailey walked out of the staff room, and towards the girls he had passed by before. "Hi. Uhm, I seem to have gotten the wrong map or something, so I'm going to stay here at least until the head mistress gets here, so she and the teachers can have a talk about what to do. So, uh, what's up?", he said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The girls looked at him, giggled and whispered to each other. Then, one of them said: "That's an... interesting story. I'm Wanda, and this is Laura. What's your name?"<br />
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"My name is Hailey, and-", he begun. "Hailey?", Wanda interrupted. "But that's a girls' name!"<br />
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"It is a boys' name too, and I-" - he was once again interrupted. "Are you sure you're not a girl? You don't look very manly to me", Laura teased him.<br />
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That's when the head mistress arrived. "Be nice to him, girls", she said. "Come with me, Rosa, we'll need to discuss some things", she added. Hailey cringed. "Rosa" sounded even more feminine than "Hailey"!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">---</div><div style="text-align: left;">Author's comment:</div><div style="text-align: left;">This chapter became way longer than intended. Although no TG elements have actually occured yet, it is probably very clear for everyone what's going to happen (if it wasn't since chapter 1...)</div></div></div></div>Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-86153398859676281602011-02-10T22:20:00.002+01:002011-02-11T15:18:04.871+01:00Hailey (ch. 1)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>He didn't like his name at all. His first name, Hailey, was almost exclusively used by women, but his mother had been determined to name her first child after her favorite actress, Leisha Hailey. His last name, Rosa, wasn't much better - it was Italian for "pink" or "rose". Not a very masculine name for a not very masculine boy.<br />
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In fact, he was often teased about his slightly girlish looks - he had a bit narrower waist than most boys his age, a bit wider hips, and not very much facial hair at all.<br />
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His mom would also make him grow his hair semi-long, because it made him look "cute", according to her. Well, as soon as Hailey had gotten his own place, and moved away from home, he was going to cut his hair. Short.<br />
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He was sure that if his father hadn't died before he was born, he wouldn't have gotten such a feminine first name. And his mother wouldn't have kept her maiden name, which would've meant that he would've had his father's last name, Jackson, instead. Oh, well.<br />
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</div>Another thing he didn't like was obligatory "special days" in school, such as their latest one: A "gender-divided" camp, where boys and girls were seperated in two camps, and got to do special activities based on their gender. For instance, the guys got to play football and video games, watch actions films, and so on.<br />
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He wouldn't mind this, if it wasn't for the fact that to stay in this camp's house with your group for a whole month, without going home, was a bit too much for him. "Meh, this wasn't the worst activity they could've made up", he thought, "but certainly not the best one either".<br />
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So when the day came, he did at first consider skipping school, but that would mean that he would miss a whole month. Not good for his grades. He packed his bags, said goodbye to his mom, and went to school.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He arrived in school, said hi, and chatted briefly with some of his class mates until some of the teachers that were going to lead the "event" arrived. He recognized a few of them: Melanie Williams, Robin Brown, Mark Lewis, and some more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Hello, class!", miss Williams said. "Before we go, we'll need you to sign up for your activities; Please make a check next to the ten activities you're most interested in! We know that this was supposed to be done a week ago, but time wasn't on our side this time." She gave the class a smile.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lewis and Brown walked around in the classroom, giving one form to every student. Hailey looked down at the piece of paper. "School camp: Activity form for boys", it said, followed by a load of different activities. He took his time, and eventually made a check at "video game tournament", "all-night Star Trek marathon", "swimming", and a few more. When he was the only one left, he quickly chose this last activity, wrote his name on the form, and handed it in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When everyone was done, the teachers had the students gather outside the building, together with some students from other classes. The head mistress, Alexis Campbell, held a short speech about how the camp trip would bring the students together, and how it would be nice to have a break from regular school.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then, they went into buses, and off they went.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">---</div><div style="text-align: left;">Author's comment:</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, this is more of a TG story than a TG caption, but I just liked the idea, and went along. There's no TG elements yet, so yeah, that picture doesn't show us what happens in this particular chapter, and can be considered a... cover, I guess.</div>Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-50081103089942565352010-12-18T13:49:00.002+01:002010-12-26T16:26:34.197+01:00Summer camp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsEAs0d22ZeTSoKbFjVEdyrdFsm0iQanpYjV31SXE-b_Xincs_sT9GqcJOdxrC-vubn1VezfiejmAf_Q8DWHyXDsgoMadguaVjzyiNmfIgiKMnkN2CEs-wpLcqXLCjmYbd0NUDGGv_i2l/s1600/summer+camp.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsEAs0d22ZeTSoKbFjVEdyrdFsm0iQanpYjV31SXE-b_Xincs_sT9GqcJOdxrC-vubn1VezfiejmAf_Q8DWHyXDsgoMadguaVjzyiNmfIgiKMnkN2CEs-wpLcqXLCjmYbd0NUDGGv_i2l/s400/summer+camp.PNG" width="400" /></a></div>His mother had sent him off to a "themed summer camp". What the theme was, was a secret, so when he got on the train, he had no idea what he would end up in. After asking around, he realized that none of the other guys knew what this theme was, either. Maybe it was a nice surprise.<br />
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One can at least wish, he thought to himself.<br />
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When they had arrived and assembled in some kind of hall, they were greated by a very busty, good-looking lady, who appeared to be some sort of camp leader.<br />
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"Welcome to our summer camp! I suppose all of you are wondering what this "theme" is?", she said, and was greeted by quite a few nods.<br />
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"This is a very special camp, where mothers can send unruly teenage boys" Many protests were heard; Some of the guys were heading towards the door.<br />
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"Oh, that's no use. The doors are locked, dears", the leader type said. "Here at the summer camp, we believe that it is in the nature of men to be mean, hard and hating, while it is in the nature of women to be nice, soft and loving. So in order to fix the boys sent here - that would be you - we turn them into girls"<br />
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At this point, there was full chaos.<br />
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"Silence! You see what I mean, right? So, anyway. While turning you female will make you nicer, you will most likely be unhappy for your first few years as girls, unless something is done. Which we will do, of course.<br />
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After your transition to womanhood, you will be trained to love everything that is feminine. Yes, that means, of course, that you will be lesbians. You will grow your hair long, learn how to do makeup, and always go topless. Every day, we will have cuddling sessions, in which we caress each others breasts, kiss and hug each other. This will start tomorrow. Good luck, girls!"<br />
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Three months later, he and one of his new girlfriends were sitting tight to the leader, hugging her breasts. He couldn't understand how he had been disgusted by this thought. Now he had perky, pale tits, platinum blonde hair and was happier than ever.Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557882277259995587.post-22839307314436801002010-11-01T22:38:00.000+01:002010-11-01T22:38:09.533+01:00We're hired to do this to you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rVxI6LIVjzjdC-4PdpHMfD66EKYNDww4gmY_gAr7Fs2nb4PgTo6wmutOMMK6_HrVlOzKnh3xPwT7K50gwRg6fNKNWq3lVVaKQNh2xsA9aGJyj-2bJOowQ8c3Gn-oKFs1QXBhDFSB1utH/s1600/hired.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0rVxI6LIVjzjdC-4PdpHMfD66EKYNDww4gmY_gAr7Fs2nb4PgTo6wmutOMMK6_HrVlOzKnh3xPwT7K50gwRg6fNKNWq3lVVaKQNh2xsA9aGJyj-2bJOowQ8c3Gn-oKFs1QXBhDFSB1utH/s400/hired.PNG" width="400" /></a></div>"Ah, your breasts are coming along very nicely, sir. Very nicely, yes, indeed"<br />
"For how long do we have to do this, doctor? Heck, WHY do we have to do this? You've all been so cryptic about this, just saying that 'it is for my own best', and stuff like that"<br />
"Oh, we're about halfway done - your breasts are not nearly big enough yet. And why we're doing this... well, I'm not sure if I'm the right person to tell you. I think you should ask your mother - after all, she was the one who hired us to do this to you!"Diana Copperfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657516041845149098noreply@blogger.com0