"Siblings" (fictional film)

Source: Eves Ribs https://www.deviantart.com/eves-rib

Film Synopsis: Nothing ever happens in the sleepy quiet town of Henderson in the middle of nowhere in Ohio. This year though Anderson High School has adopted a unique program, "The Great Switch." A social experiment encouraged from the recent newly elected female President as a way to better get an understanding of the sexes and as a better way to gain recognition for the town by the quirky mayor Marion Martin (Tina Faye). Seeing this as a way to squash her troubled household troubles single mother Dolores (Jaime Lee Curtis) signs up her trouble kids in the school program in hopes that it puts an end to their constant bickering once and for all! Now the twins find themselves reversing roles not just in classes, but also in gender roles and social life! What follows next is awkward situations and revelations all culminating in a Prom that the school will never forget!

Thank you Eves for allowing me to use your work check her work on Deviant Art.

Tuesday Tulips: The Start of Tulips BBQ Experience

Tulips Fancy

Our heroine serves at the BBQ like a good emasculated submissive male-wife..... Tulips gets some help though...

    Sitting in the kitchen as the BBQ wound down I had very mixed feelings about the day. I feared that some memory's would stay with me for a while. Most of the dishes were done. Peter finished drying and I put the last plates away. As he was hanging up the tea towel, I noticed the two colourful beaded bracelets he was wearing as his lace cuffs fell down. They had female names spelt out in the beads. I asked him who they were. He said they were friendship bracelets from the ladies at the shop. He looked very embarrassed so I didn't press him on them. 

    The day started well enough. One final look in the mirror and I went down to the Kitchen. My wife was just finishing making a bowl of fruit punch. I wrapped a kitchen apron around my waist and checked the salads in the fridge. Thats when I realised, I would have to refix my hat every time I changed into my full hostess apron as it went over my head. I would only be wearing it to serve food and drinks then my wife and Kelly were keen for me to show off my pretty dress and figure. She came up behind me and ducked down to get under the brim of my hat and kissed the back of my neck while wrapping one arm around my waist and the other pawing at my breast. She pulled me back into her and told me I looked perfect. I could feel my breath quicken and my knees go week. She supported my weight for a moment until I regained my composure.  Then let me go and went to answer the door.  

       Peter followed her back in. He was wearing a pink suit like a footman in a Disney princess carton might wear. I thought for a moment that we were having a costume party but I knew we weren't. I was surprised when instead of shacking hands he kissed me on the check. My eyes were somehow drawn to the prominent bulge in the front of his tights. I did not know until a few weeks later that he wore a device covered by a pad to smooth out his tights. We bought his pasta salads in and transferred them into serving dishes for the buffet table we were going to set up. People were starting to arrive so I took my hat off and put my hostess apron on and refixed my hat in the mirror and started carrying trays of drinks out to the guests. I offered Peter one of my plainer aprons but he had bought his own which turned out to be more elaborate than mine. I think he was glad to cover his tights despite the femininity on his hostess apron. I could tell he was embarrassed but put it on and helped me with the serving. 

        Angela, Peters wife and some of the hockey girls had arrived and were hanging around the BBQ drinking beers from the ice bin that had been set up earlier. Monsieur Rabanna and his husband arrived and mixed in with Derick and Doreen while my friend Mary from the salon was a good addition to the group. Mary's husband would be coming after he finished his round of golf. The other people were my wife's work colleagues, partners, associates and customers that I did not know. And there would be more people coming later. As the afternoon wore on the buffet table was set up and running and I was able to take my apron off and have half a glass of punch while chatting with Mary. I was flattered by her praise of my hat and dress. Most people were in casual shirts and shorts. Some of the woman had made more of an effort. Being dressier than most I was both flattered and embarrassed by the attention I received but felt oddly proud. That feeling didn't last as the guests consumed more alcohol and started loosening up. Some peoples uglier side surfaced. Particularly when the golfers arrived....

Karen Jensen Returns with Katie and Tracy

Karen Jensen returns with her latest sweet coming of age story, Tracy, a young college student with a tragic past connects with free spirited Katie, a girl with her own dark past. She finds a secret that Tracy struggles to hide. Katie helps Tracy fully develop "her" other self.

Sample: 

“For me” she smiled. “That deserves a reward for which she climbed on my lap, put her arms around my neck and give me a long passionate kiss. That had a predictable reaction from me which she felt on her against her thigh.”

“Does that mean you like me or is that a gun you are packing?” she laughed paraphrasing an old Mae West movie.

“I’m sorry” I said.

“I’m not.” She replied and began unbuttoning my shirt. Before I could stop her she discovered the yellow camisole I was wearing under my shirt.

She stared at it for a moment.

“I’m sorry. If you want to leave, I understand. I started to cry.”

“Why would I want to leave. When I found out my boyfriend has a new exciting side to him?”

“You’re not upset?” 

“On the contrary. I am more excited than ever. So, tell me…. are you also wearing panties?”

“Ummm….Yes.”

“Do they match?”

“Yes, I am so embarrassed.”

“No! Don’t be. You don’t need to be ashamed of who you are. Own it. I love you even more. Now stop your crying and remove those pants so I can see my beautiful girly boyfriend,”

Together they venture out into the city for a night of role reversal, clubbing, sight seeing, unexpected brawls.... the night will belong to Katie and Tracy

Link:

Katie and Tracy

"The Blushing Bride" (An Alternate World Caption)

source: www.deviantart.com/genderrolereversal

Glad to be back everyone, loved Morelia, Mexico. Saludos a todos mi gente! While I was there, they had lovely bridal shops, and I started thinking..... 

This image was waiting for me on Deviant Art, with the permission of the artist and the use of the comments I put this together. 

New! Erotica Author's Corner Interview: Carolyne Sweet (Digital Artist)

Digital Artist Carolyn Sweet's interview is now available to read. Her subjects are crossdressers and transvestites set in the workplace office where they are in roles of submissiveness and are the subject of attention. 

I have to admit this was a deeper interview than I anticipated.

Of course we cover Carolyne's art and subjects, but we go deeper into how the city life, office culture, her own French background both culturally and professionally inform and inspire her artwork. 

We also cover more sensitive topics such as labels, we cover the controversy of AI Art and so much more! This is a deep dive into the flirty erotic art of Carolyne Sweet. 

Sample:

The diversity of scenarios: I draw a lot of inspiration from my own experience for the situations in which my transvestites find themselves. Despite their efforts to be decent, my heroines are nonetheless desirable. Their elegance triggers desire in those around them, and as a result they are completely overwhelmed by events and experience strong emotions.

My transvestites are often excited by their cross-dressing, but surprised by the desire they arouse in men. They had never imagined such reactions, and even less a sexual relationship. But they're going to have to cope with it! In French we say “passer à la casserole!”

Others have taken the plunge and are living with a partner. In this case, they have to deal with completely new and emotionally charged relationship problems, with their new family, parents-in-law, children, and also deal with the practical problems of being a wife, cooking, cleaning, daily life, etc.

Carolyn Sweet Interview 

Short Story: Tulips Salon Education Begins

Written by Tulip Fancy

Our girl is taken to hair salon where she is starting to be one the girls and hears the gossip of the ladies' bedroom life and recalls her own experiences as the "woman" in the bedroom. 

    My wife dropped me off at the hairdressers as she has for the last three Saturday mornings. I was now on smiling and nodding terms with the ladies that shared my time slot. Like me, they filed in with their week ravaged hairdos under head scarves. We hung up bags, coats and scarves and went and sat at our normal sinks. The other ladies were all chatting and inquiring after family members. I was still new and a bit shy so just listened. 

    Sally handed out the capes. I wasn't wearing one of my new corsets, just a normal girdle although Kelly did reattach the garter tabs, so I could wear my new stockings. She said wearing stockings has really improved the way I walk. I know it has made me very self-conscious. Every little step brings a little tug. So, when Sue tied my cape and got me to sit and lean back into the sink it was no trouble. This part I really like, having my hair washed and scalp massaged by someone else is Heaven, even if the rest of the process is mild torture. 

    Listening to the girls and woman chatting, discussing the men in their lives. Often made me question things that I thought I knew and were common knowledge. Maybe things are not how I thought they were. Things that my wife explained to me in the past. 

     Contrary to what I was led to believe, it almost seemed like some women enjoyed receiving a man's penis even when they weren't planning to have children. 

    When I wanted to enter my wife in bed for a change she told me, "The only reason a man would use his penis in a woman and would allow him, is to make children." After that, I never tried to initiate "traditional" sex again. She made me settle to allowing simply my tongue to touch her vagina to satisfy her. The man would take pleasure from knowing he has done a good job for his wife and just discharge in the night naturally because it was just waste sperm...sperm that would never go into her. Or perhaps the wife will help in another way, like my wife has lately. And like the help I had to give our neighbor Derick, sucking his cock. Although I mostly try to put that out of my mind. I think I can still smell and taste his discharge sometimes particularly when my wife is making love to me with her dildo. 

      I remember at the time noticing that Derick still got very ridged, particularly just before he discharged his semen into my mouth. I thought at the time it must be because they were again trying to get pregnant with his wife Doreen (I was "helping" a neighbor). I'm not so sure now. It must be quite annoying, becoming randomly stiff. Thankfully my wife showed me how to cure it. After about a year wearing a pipe ribbon, I was cured. I haven't needed it for a couple of years now but my wife likes to see it. She says it makes my pipe look petite and dainty and will continue to reduce its size and make my panties and girdles fit better and more comfortably.

    I don't really believe half the things that the woman at the hairdressers says about their men. I think they just like to gossip. I don't behave in a way they say their men do and I doubt they do either. Like the men at the diner, I think the woman are just mouthing off to their friends. 

    As the foils were being taken out of me hair. I could see what Kelly meant about the contrast of the caramel highlight on the brunette colour I was given last week. It was a little more striking than I had imagined when Kelly told me what I was booked in for. I will definitely be wearing a scarf over it on the bus on Monday.

Short Story: Tulip's Kitchen Dance

Written by Tulip Fancy

Our favorite feminized "Homemaker" is put in her rightful place... in the kitchen. 

"It is important that you aways wear heels in the Kitchen. It is by far the best way to gain confidence in them. Whatever you are doing concentrate on keeping your poise and elegance. Turning from sink to fridge. From fridge to range and back to sink. Opening high cupboards, opening low cupboards. There is no better training ground than the kitchen." 

These were the words that Kelly has drummed into me. Now with the added complication of my new corset these words came flooding back into my mind. The almost painful constriction of my waist. The new sensation of having stockings suspended from my corset. How was I going to get through the day. Just emptying the dishwasher. Even leaning forward only a little I could feel the tug of my back suspenders. It was such an alien feeling. I don't remember it being this hard when I was given my first heels. 'Ok,' I said to myself, 'Man up, you can do this.' 

I decided to put all the dishes on the counter top. That would involve just one set of movements, sorting them by cupboard as I unload. Then take each stack to each cupboard. Another set of movements. Economy of movement seemed to be the way to go. Always keeping Kelly's words in mind. This was going to be a long day.

I had tried on my new day corset for the first time the other night with Kelly. She had set the laces and then over an hour or so reduced it by another inch. She had also bought twelve pairs of stockings. A combination of day wear and evening wear. I had worn stockings before, but only in the bedroom for my wife. I had found it quite embarrassing. Feeling tacky like some Cheap Tart. My wife seamed to sense my discomfort and did not ask again. 

When I showed them to Kelly, she said, "No wonder they didn't put you in a romantic mood. They are cheap and it looks like Aunty bought them at an adult shop."

She really has no idea. My new ones felt deferent though. My discomfort was not the look and feel but rather the constriction. The garments looked and felt very classy. The stockings were very light and delicate to the touch. Not like the ones I had worn before or the tights I normally wear to work. After a bit of practice adjusting the tab lengths she was satisfied. After she loosened it just enough for me to undo the front eyelets, I took it off and put it in the draw next to my other two. I noticed my Valentine one had a different pair of stockings placed on top. I thought they must be 'special'. 

Kelly told me to wear it on Friday. I would have to ask my wife to tighten the laces. 

"Don't be surprised if you make her late for work," she said with a wink. 

My wife was still at the breakfast table reading the paper when I came down and bashfully asked her to tighten my laces. I had my back to her but could feel her eyes boring into the back of me as she stroked my bottom and the suspender running through me panties. After tying me off tight she lustfully savaged my neck from behind while holding my narrowed waist in her hands before raising them up to my cups and biting my ear lobe. 

"Mmmm....you are so perfect Tulip, my pretty little wife," she groaned into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, she wanted me that very moment.

I was perfect in her eyes, my wife had made me into her ideal version of a delicate domestic trophy wife, when in reality I was the one that had been "Domesticated"!

"Your waist is going to look so beautiful," she said, now that I had decided to start figure training while grinding into me. 

I thought, I was just practicing for Valentine's day. Regaining control of herself, she slapped hard my bum as she walked away to grab a couple of extra pads before going off to work. Thank goodness she had to leave to work. Leaving me a little breathless and unsteady. I could still feel the attention she had given my neck later in the day under its mask of concealer and powder. I would be getting my own back tonight. It is Friday and I get to satisfy my wife as a husband should....even if I was no longer the "man" in bedroom, being on my back in bed later that night with my wife thrusting into me in Amazon Position reminded me of that.

*********************************************************************************(Apologies to the author Tulip and readers, I wanted to publish this on Tuesday)

Priscilla's Photo Captions Pick of the Week (11/13/23)

I have always enjoyed the role reversal of feminization, so you can understand my delight when I saw Priscilla's picks of this week dealing with that theme. These images are from the site: New Age Lifestyle 

Priscilla's Photo Captions Pick of the Week (March 20, 2023)

This week's selections is from Sissy Wife Tumblr

 

Priscilla's Photo Captions of the Week (Jun 27, 2021)

Source: Stevie Sweet

Source: Gender Role Reversal

Source: Sissy Christie