tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098562320483684462024-03-13T02:11:38.644-04:00The Modern Goddess TG Caption BlogTG Caption Fantasies By Miss SimoneMistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.comBlogger681125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-47462336425523097302023-02-22T20:56:00.001-05:002023-02-22T20:56:29.700-05:00The Doll's Heart | A Pair of Wishes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMqjMHvQKMxmdSrmiiRGLU4XJsWV3SCalvIkf-i8Bad93kOZkDC9PnbFHYcdBWvNmtA8JgKto9c5KCE3Zz7wsvLwCI3Faw5NliYX8Lu5O-v1MRbUZSNf8gGl7G6ClI-kvvO91oqQ8VFfj7TjC8w4c8xpYTekzd2IZtG06DGouRiOhFIlRGSpCMzVDhg/s800/LUSH-PAIRING-STAMP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMqjMHvQKMxmdSrmiiRGLU4XJsWV3SCalvIkf-i8Bad93kOZkDC9PnbFHYcdBWvNmtA8JgKto9c5KCE3Zz7wsvLwCI3Faw5NliYX8Lu5O-v1MRbUZSNf8gGl7G6ClI-kvvO91oqQ8VFfj7TjC8w4c8xpYTekzd2IZtG06DGouRiOhFIlRGSpCMzVDhg/s320/LUSH-PAIRING-STAMP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-6yIPqpwIWHlBWGF2vC468pi44aNalAInnWqw2p8gj4orUx4_MgpTVUufuhhipO1WKln3xRjDrGbSa_VUWo-b1RsxNBpfkBz4ppawTO003E__Jy6PcxOpaWTGpWOqPx9SnzmPwkj4NxnSQxz4irCTnNVrMgHa9tflcJ5F8xe_uxbn6BA3EB2mFK83w/s2500/LUSH-PAIRING.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="2500" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-6yIPqpwIWHlBWGF2vC468pi44aNalAInnWqw2p8gj4orUx4_MgpTVUufuhhipO1WKln3xRjDrGbSa_VUWo-b1RsxNBpfkBz4ppawTO003E__Jy6PcxOpaWTGpWOqPx9SnzmPwkj4NxnSQxz4irCTnNVrMgHa9tflcJ5F8xe_uxbn6BA3EB2mFK83w/s320/LUSH-PAIRING.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p> <br /><br /><br />“I had a wish,” Her voice was already shifting - losing bass
and becoming soft. “But I didn’t want to make it.” Already the
masculine edges of her body were melting away. I was too dizzy to
respond, my mind a cloud of cotton candy. “As soon as I saw the djinn
with her thick body - I knew what I wanted.” She bit her lower lip,
already kissably plump. Golden tresses tickled her shoulders and framed
her now heart-shaped face. She discarded her old shirt, revealing
creamy, flawless flesh. Mounds of titflesh grew round and dense as they
sprouted from her chest. She paused for a moment to admire her
developing feminine form while I watched, squirm from an unfamiliar
warmth between my thighs.<br /><br />“I saw her glowing skin and voluptuous
shape and I felt. . . jealousy.” She giggled in a breathy register that
surprised and aroused me. Her fulsome hips swayed deliciously as she
made her way over to me and helped remove my shirt. “Her soft features,
dazzling jewelry and cute way she called us ‘Masters’ utterly melted
me. She was a manifestation of my most vivid fantasies taunting me.”
She slid up behind me and revealed my own pair of lush titties. Her
lithe fingers clutched them and I moaned from the sensation. I had to
lean against her as she turned me towards the mirror and revealed a
stunning blonde siren and bewitchingly curvaceous brunette staring back
at us.<br /><br />“I wasn’t going to . . . I was holding back,” she
whispered as her fingers sunk into my titflesh. “But you saw the
longing in my eyes - just like you always do. You saw my longing told
the djinn that you wanted your friend’s wish to come true.” I felt my
hips shifting and thickening into different shapes. My own lips were
just as pillowy as the blonde minx clutching my breasts protectively.
“You had no idea what you were unleashing.”<br /><br />“I didn’t just want
to be a woman; I wanted to be owned. I wanted to be a treasure, a balm
for someone I saw as my dominion. I wanted to submit - but not just
anyone.” Her soft lips were red now, eyes twinkling as her lushness
pressed into my own. New thoughts percolated within my mind, desires
taking shape that I did not yet fully grasp. “You’ve always taken care
of me. You always knew what was best and you were the only one worthy.
As soon as you said it, I felt the magic reach into my head and extract
my wish. I wanted to be feminine. I wanted to be submissive. I
wanted a dominant. I wanted you to be my Mistress.” <br /><br />The last
word stuck to my mind and soul, making those new desires concrete. I
was suddenly struck with a new hunger - a possessiveness for my new
companion. Our old bond evolving with our new bodies. I licked my lips
and touched my head, confidence flooding me. I purred, knowing exactly
what my new doll wanted. She smiled, recognizing the desire in my
eyes. The slickness between my thighs was warm, my old male parts
reformed into a dewy rose of womanhood. I reached back and clutched at
her hip, my fingers grasping a pair of panties. “Yes, Mistress, I am
yours. Your Chanel.” My lips curled into a smile, my mind fully aware
of my new status and name.<br /><br />“And I’m your Mistress. Mistress Yevonne” </p>Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-86279580614326264822023-02-19T19:25:00.005-05:002023-02-20T01:14:28.891-05:00Stepping Up | Bitch-Sitting<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqZkhVhDsO5rmHxSGXkm_h7tsHIRKj9GshOKqeJsF1OgJVIj0Agyk-nnK_LSLT1AQLo0vRnMcosneyFkijd5nyCI-f-cy5krWQWT_gmZCvTVPqadhJ8dVh1_KjxgVqK1Mn4TNIUJNoL9J5TW0gHgXRaLofBtvI2MC5vqdWi4j1X0ibcw5pwii4AvTuw/s800/STEPPING-UP-STAMP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqZkhVhDsO5rmHxSGXkm_h7tsHIRKj9GshOKqeJsF1OgJVIj0Agyk-nnK_LSLT1AQLo0vRnMcosneyFkijd5nyCI-f-cy5krWQWT_gmZCvTVPqadhJ8dVh1_KjxgVqK1Mn4TNIUJNoL9J5TW0gHgXRaLofBtvI2MC5vqdWi4j1X0ibcw5pwii4AvTuw/s320/STEPPING-UP-STAMP.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <br /><p></p><br /><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndolkxgZSgVWjEa3q172YkfLZhk3V7irsIpCEsxvzUj75GdQwpSqrs0kiB-oTLI3tdGjAH2ZVOzj2HU3gG2pubfzY0KTLT8RLPY_euxxPekIWEhrf1cG0erft4Wa8qwAoXGpO3sBuVkv9yBVAU490mXyXZRcjcA3p1w-8C4IH6eLVcc83szi7CbnZQg/s2500/STEPPING-UP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1421" data-original-width="2500" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndolkxgZSgVWjEa3q172YkfLZhk3V7irsIpCEsxvzUj75GdQwpSqrs0kiB-oTLI3tdGjAH2ZVOzj2HU3gG2pubfzY0KTLT8RLPY_euxxPekIWEhrf1cG0erft4Wa8qwAoXGpO3sBuVkv9yBVAU490mXyXZRcjcA3p1w-8C4IH6eLVcc83szi7CbnZQg/s320/STEPPING-UP.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click to view full size image<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>“Bring me my champagne and be quick about it. Be useful for once.”
Jacob flicked his wrist dismissively, taking a moment to admire his
manicured nails - stark white in contrast to black dress adorning his
body. <br /><br />“Yes, dear,” The man kneeling at his feet said before gathering himself and walking out.<br /><br />“Yes,
MA’AM” Jacob corrected, watching the man flinch. Jacob’s lips curled
into a smile, still wet from pink gloss. He didn’t want to admit it,
but tormenting his father in this fashion was fun. He had grown up
thinking his father was such a powerful and prideful man. Now he saw
him in a different light; sniveling. Weak. Pathetic. <br /><br />“Admit
it, you love this,” The voice in his head whispered. He tried to shake
his mind free of her influence but he couldn’t resist. His delicate
hands rose up to caress his creamy breasts, admiring their shape. The
same breasts his stepmother Lilly possessed. Her voice tickled his
thoughts as he admired his lustful curves. “You see your father as I
see him - a plaything.”<br /><br />He stayed silent, unable to deny her
words. Lilly’s thoughts had truly colored Jacob’s psyche. All of her
cunning, debaucherous desires were seeping into his mind, corrupting and
twisting him into her carbon copy. Her words sunk deep into his
subconscious, making sure Jacob’s heart matched his feminine body. He
tried to hold onto his sense of self by focusing on his contempt for her
but his resistance was crumbling fast. God help him, he didn’t expect
to love being his own stepmother. She was away spending her husband’s
money, but here influence was assured thanks to the double she created
in her absence. <br /><br />“Why does it feel so good?” The former Jacob
whispered, rubbing her thighs together as she tried to quell the damp
warmth between them. Instead, her arousal grew, her eyes glancing over
at the mirror. “Gawd I’m so hot.” She moaned in the same voice as the
original Lilly, her reflection’s lashes waving at her. Her mind was
permanently shifting to the feminine, dominating Jacob’s sense of self.<br /><br />“You
ARE hot,” The voice within her said. “You are a hot, sexy bitch and
you know it. It’s who you are now.” The new Lilly didn’t want to give
the original satisfaction. Still, how could she deny it? It felt so
GOOD to be bitch to her former father. She loved seeing how sexy she
looked in the tight dress contouring to her curves. Everything from her
lipstick to her heels to her perfume oozed lavish decadence. She was
feminine perfection - just like her stepmother. “You’ll give in soon
enough. Just let me wash over you. You’re Lilly and it feels good to be
a bitch.” She sighed and let herself entertain the thoughts overriding
her masculine perception. She was going to give in and let herself be
Lilly in every way. Her lover was on his way and she would spread her
legs for him on her marriage bed while her husband listened behind
locked doors. Then she would be ready to accept herself as the hot sexy
bitch she had become. </p>Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-8488872485891480662023-02-17T15:00:00.014-05:002023-02-17T15:00:00.200-05:00A PLEDGE OF FRIENDSHIP | SISTER THAT USED TO BE A MISTER<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNacT5mmfU1WRBvMrbZREVDkFiSCkDadI2Jmv49n4h7frLLffqNlLXeqxJ7GP-gcOWnR6mwVsCxTl8USw7DpPFd7Ej6pKvz8wqbHjFQCpD5BoKwW8Hb3TVhZJqiR3LZuYVGHmbnudF61M-N7J2k7RFE7e8BxKZAZnoFAPnKXrF9YNH2qshzFuEGIkzNQ/s800/A-Pledge-of-Friendship-Stamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNacT5mmfU1WRBvMrbZREVDkFiSCkDadI2Jmv49n4h7frLLffqNlLXeqxJ7GP-gcOWnR6mwVsCxTl8USw7DpPFd7Ej6pKvz8wqbHjFQCpD5BoKwW8Hb3TVhZJqiR3LZuYVGHmbnudF61M-N7J2k7RFE7e8BxKZAZnoFAPnKXrF9YNH2qshzFuEGIkzNQ/s320/A-Pledge-of-Friendship-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAcJFdXsQAhb39fcvISPIGGs5v-Tf47GwmasI6bpMKn507zIdo4aeIvOV44ngbOqMnKiHbwD_fSoz8L3pKw-bz17TDB6RDP5au6P7Cn41hE7TY4DFg9zkF19mb4QeIPQGpqLfPH-uO7w3EcvJOc5j7PBr2zoETMuQTTPLaOpfma64V5qzpxde8xjqpQ/s2000/A-Pledge-of-Friendship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="2000" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAcJFdXsQAhb39fcvISPIGGs5v-Tf47GwmasI6bpMKn507zIdo4aeIvOV44ngbOqMnKiHbwD_fSoz8L3pKw-bz17TDB6RDP5au6P7Cn41hE7TY4DFg9zkF19mb4QeIPQGpqLfPH-uO7w3EcvJOc5j7PBr2zoETMuQTTPLaOpfma64V5qzpxde8xjqpQ/s320/A-Pledge-of-Friendship.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click to view full size image<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDotWH-jC4RfK1JqbQt4MWLXqgBO2YTGAopl5Tt2zlfgj466pQcmTpLcdbeTrga7VJ4ZhaGcC-0-EIh3Wjd6rWGwKQNwDdty1fIGau7g8QuY8sSSqy7AVQmlNQEmUOZvQlyK04lan8aDcl80x2TRdxY62hQF8YcC864MWegP9jtHoY2pZh5O8tXjDFGg/s2000/A-Pledge-of-Friendship-Part-Two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="2000" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDotWH-jC4RfK1JqbQt4MWLXqgBO2YTGAopl5Tt2zlfgj466pQcmTpLcdbeTrga7VJ4ZhaGcC-0-EIh3Wjd6rWGwKQNwDdty1fIGau7g8QuY8sSSqy7AVQmlNQEmUOZvQlyK04lan8aDcl80x2TRdxY62hQF8YcC864MWegP9jtHoY2pZh5O8tXjDFGg/s320/A-Pledge-of-Friendship-Part-Two.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click to view full size image<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> “We made it, Sonja!” Chloe squealed as she hugged her blonde bestie. Sonja smiled back, more out of relief than excitement. <br /><br />“Yep,
we made it,” Sonja said. “We’re Sigma girls.” Saying it didn’t sound so
bad. Sonja the Sigma girl. Her glossy lips spread into a genuine
smile as she turned the thought over in her head. She was now one of
the elite sisters of Sigma Sigma Alpha Incorporated, a journey she had
taken alongside her best friend, Chloe. <br /><br />“Do you regret it?” Chloe stood up on her toes to whisper in Sonja's ear. “Helping me out, I mean?” <br /><br />“Nope,
not a chance.” Sonja shook her head. “It’s not everyday a guy gets to
pledge to a sorority.” Sonja winked, sending Chloe into a fit of
giggles.<br /><br /><br />“Don’t let them hear you!” She fussed. “Jason can
come back after the semester when Sonja ‘transfers’ away.” Sonja
nodded, remembering the plan. Chloe’s confidence wasn’t nearly as
radiant as it was now. Pledging Sigma had brought out the best in Chloe
and that alone was worth spending time as a woman. <br /><br />“It’s no
problem, I can handle a few more weeks,” Sonja had already spent most of
the school year as a woman thanks to pledging. She had survived mixers
with handsy frat boys, slumber parties with co-eds, and some rather
silly hazing. She originally didn’t think she would have to spend more
than a week as a woman - she had only pledged because Chloe begged Jason
for support. Chloe had known about Jason’s magical talents since they
were kids but had never asked for such a favor before. This time she
was terrified of rushing alone. Jason relented to her request and
transformed himself into the woman that would eventually become Sonja. <br /><br />Chloe
and Sonja rushed Sigma and Sonja could not have been more annoyed.
Admittedly it had more to do with her discomfort with her new body than
the requirements of being a pledge. Sonja used some quick spell weaving
to siphon some feminine knowledge and instincts from the girls around
her so that she could get through the experience. It made it easier to
walk around in heels and alleviate any other discomforts. She used all
the knowledge and charm acquired from the spell to ace the interview and
mingle with the other pledge.<br /><br />To her surprise, Sonja’s spell
worked too well - she was named a Pledge right alongside Chloe! She
knew there was no way She could reject it - Chloe was going to ask for
Sonja to stick around.<br /><br />“You have to do this!” Chloe pleaded.
“I’ll owe you big time but I can’t do this without you! I promise you
can go back to being Jason just get through pleading and we’ll make up
some excuse for Sonja to transfer out of state.”<br /><br />Sonja thought
about all the things she had to deal with, some of them were absolutely
humiliating but most of them were surprisingly rewarding. She wasn’t
sure if it was the compulsions or the experience but she and Chloe grew
closer. Their bond strengthened as they supported each other but it
also extended out to their line sisters. The entire group linked up to
make sure no one fell behind. They all agreed that they would all cross
together as one unit - no one quits. Truth to their pledge, all of
them crossed over and Sonja had to admit she was elated to see her new
friends so happy. None made her happier than Chloe. <br /><br />“Smile,
ladies!” One of their line sisters shouted as she held up a phone. Both
of them struck a pose, Chloe’s lips puckered up. Sonja fought off a
fit of giggles as the picture was taken. When it all came down to it,
she knew she wasn’t ready to leave the sisterhood. She had learned
something about herself that she wasn’t ready to give up. Besides, she
knew Chloe would be thrilled that her sister was sticking around. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p>Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-35623980395592199342023-02-15T02:00:00.000-05:002023-02-15T02:00:00.180-05:00LUCRATIVE INVESTMENT | JOYFUL BURDEN<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GPzglqfxs4QoPqVi0syiuOX6SuUFol6G0U1nYYHdU-nxRlyV0JKcB45neQp_oet3xI2YDCsVMzzl9Mu_k_9rNgmMpD0p1DyjZewoVV8puF4ZsLrOStNcEdvKgT-RGQ6Juf0mXBORsk2AnDrU5xjMXPiUQhYKFo7GoWBAMo_riHP7nI16EUElxIJ-NQ/s800/Joyful-Burden-Stamp.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GPzglqfxs4QoPqVi0syiuOX6SuUFol6G0U1nYYHdU-nxRlyV0JKcB45neQp_oet3xI2YDCsVMzzl9Mu_k_9rNgmMpD0p1DyjZewoVV8puF4ZsLrOStNcEdvKgT-RGQ6Juf0mXBORsk2AnDrU5xjMXPiUQhYKFo7GoWBAMo_riHP7nI16EUElxIJ-NQ/s320/Joyful-Burden-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIETylUQMDwAHB24yuDhDpJ7X8qdnCZfxthQSvx3k1idmHOZ4IL5FLPogyvns2EXAfvrI2KrHrFuQgTnXoPnhohnTGwxg1HHD-Mlq2J3F8Sgck8kSIYyh-LHNKaIsQxGzT3uG8jAtMf25Cx2sGbLeth10Wjmbj7MYh-_SZvpIAEyz-XAwxIl35--tCA/s2880/Joyful-Burden-v2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="2880" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIETylUQMDwAHB24yuDhDpJ7X8qdnCZfxthQSvx3k1idmHOZ4IL5FLPogyvns2EXAfvrI2KrHrFuQgTnXoPnhohnTGwxg1HHD-Mlq2J3F8Sgck8kSIYyh-LHNKaIsQxGzT3uG8jAtMf25Cx2sGbLeth10Wjmbj7MYh-_SZvpIAEyz-XAwxIl35--tCA/s320/Joyful-Burden-v2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> “Ooo, someone’s excited today!” I cooed as I affectionately rubbed my
tummy. My little passenger kicked against my hand, their enjoyment
evident. I was on my way to get my nails done and meet with some
friends later. To most, I appeared to be a young and vibrant expectant
mother and that’s exactly what I wanted the world to see me as. The
truth was certainly more perplexing to the uninitiated. <br /><br />I’m
blessed with the gift of the arcane - eldritch power that most people
would simply call magic. Like most, I trained in secret with others of
my ability and I learned to weave powerful spells to alter almost
anything around me. Once I mastered my skill, I used my power to
explore my feminine side. The first time I transformed myself into a
woman I knew I would spend most of my time this way. It just feels
right. However, I learned of another and surprisingly lucrative
advantage to my abilities.<br /><br />The child within my womb is actually a
client and they are paying for a full weekend. They get to experience
the maternal comfort of the womb - completely aware of the sensations
that come with it. I nurse and nurture them with my body as any mother
would and I in turn get to feel the bond of mother and child. I become a
vessel for life and it brings me absolute joy. They return to normal
after their time is up and I am paid well for my service. <br /><br />My
clients say it eases their stress and allows them to simply exist in a
place of comfort. I adore the sensation of having a swollen tummy and
the rush of maternal hormones it brings me. My clients pay quite a lot
for even just a few hours of time as a child growing within my womb.
The wealthiest of my clients pay top dollar to spend a trimester nursing
within me. My next client has booked the most time ever - nine months
to full term. I’m excited because I’ll soon know what it’s like to give
birth. This experience will also assure that I will be wealthy beyond
my needs. Still, I have no plans to stop. Nothing else gives me this
much purpose. </p>Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-54983239335123286422023-02-11T10:44:00.003-05:002023-02-11T11:27:31.228-05:00The Cost of Luxury | A Beautiful Trap<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmY0JgyO_pUtGwvZlXxCKEwL1ojAUQDA3-YCq-X6IC0cV99rODLjGNPFAphNbM6FF6saeemXKau-4RRVeGGDATnnd5DO2LMX8uqoxSUZCNDtVSsO6asxTyMpa-pb41NRlX8-i4mISemSb3Gm-jH1DHQ1HRAfyYDTEy0wln3JL1G-QsG9UDrRFJndnfg/s800/The-Cost-of-Luxury-Stamp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmY0JgyO_pUtGwvZlXxCKEwL1ojAUQDA3-YCq-X6IC0cV99rODLjGNPFAphNbM6FF6saeemXKau-4RRVeGGDATnnd5DO2LMX8uqoxSUZCNDtVSsO6asxTyMpa-pb41NRlX8-i4mISemSb3Gm-jH1DHQ1HRAfyYDTEy0wln3JL1G-QsG9UDrRFJndnfg/s320/The-Cost-of-Luxury-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sEuRqQBoccIICHU8L0HxQQWr95RxMs-UUW6ic5tHf_8uFNmdORW5iVjk9-9eaIYQVOEzxZJ8mvd94954cJ47FPp7Zg78u-sZpNYwBHqQXYQJFDQEuQMrJBavbdk2ImXOV4niUojO62U7nCrSSLQ-RzIFMBxqiqQXQicXMrmInIFslQn-ocUWQhzsFQ/s2482/The-Cost-of-Luxury.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="2482" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6sEuRqQBoccIICHU8L0HxQQWr95RxMs-UUW6ic5tHf_8uFNmdORW5iVjk9-9eaIYQVOEzxZJ8mvd94954cJ47FPp7Zg78u-sZpNYwBHqQXYQJFDQEuQMrJBavbdk2ImXOV4niUojO62U7nCrSSLQ-RzIFMBxqiqQXQicXMrmInIFslQn-ocUWQhzsFQ/s320/The-Cost-of-Luxury.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>There they are. The two women in my life. I couldn’t ask for a more
beautiful family. They are my pastel-coated hell that I cannot escape.<br /><br />When
I met Gabrielle, I was a content widower focused on building my
business and raising my son, Steven. She was holding court at the
country club among the other socialites while I was enjoying a whiskey
and cigar after a round of golf. Among a flock of beautifully enhanced
women of means, Gabby was the standout. I showed my interests
immediately and she reciprocated. Our whirlwind romance drew her
quickly into my bed and eventually into home as my wife.<br /><br />I love
to spoil my women and Gabrielle is a woman used to luxury. To me, my
woman should be a symbol of my wealth and means so I opened my wallet to
support her indulgent lifestyle. I gladly paid for her extravagant
shopping trips and weekly salon upkeep because I adored having a
glamorous, feminine woman at my side. She was entitled and demanding of
my resources and attention and I gladly gave it all to her. <br /><br />Gabrielle
quickly integrated herself into my life and took over the day-to-day
household concerns. I thought Steven would be upset with this but he
bonded easily with Gabby. She kept him close and took him with her on
her salon visits and other feminine activities. I didn’t know it at the
time but she was surrounding him with her circle and fostering
curiosities within my son. Eventually she started to “accidentally” mix
panties into his laundry and leave cosmetics in the shopping bags with
his purchases. When he opened Pandora’s Box and tried them on, she was
waiting to snare the confused young man in a web of comfort and
acceptance. <br /><br />Months went by without me knowing about
“Stephanie.” My wife encouraged his budding feminine persona by giving
him everything I gave her. He sat next to her in a salon chair and got
his hair and nails done. She had him at the cosmetics counter getting
makeovers and bought him lavish clothes and jewelry. By the time I
noticed the changes, my son was well on his way to becoming a teenage
version of my wife!<br /><br />I should have been angered by this
development. Instead of a proud young boy entering high school and
manhood I now had a self-indulgent, entitled little fashionista. I
looked at how utterly feminine my Steven had become and I felt - proud.
She pushed her new fake breasts up in her scandalously revealing dress
and I was dumbfounded at how through her transition was. Instead of
raging at my wife, I took her to bed and ravished her like never before.<br /><br />Now
my wife knows that she has me. The more she and my new sissy daughter
indulge their desires, the more turned on I become. Stephanie runs up
my credit cards and continues her transformation into a teenage vixen.
Her mother encourages these habits and indulges in them herself. I’m
almost sure Stephanie is dating older men now and using the same tricks
her mother used on me to milk them dry. It’s also obvious by their
conversations that she’s sexually active. Yet I don’t resist; it only
draws me deeper into Gabby’s web. I can’t deny either of them nor do I
want to. I stand by in frustration at my impotence . . . because I want
to join them.<br /></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-21fde4af-7fff-95fe-aeb4-d3aa8a20ee30" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><br /><p></p>Miss Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751638499521622115noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-62482109042460538732023-02-09T05:18:00.001-05:002023-02-09T05:18:15.496-05:00Overwhelmed | The Embrace of Desire<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapcUDrvBZMp0VQrk3vA40VAsMwvDfeyytB4fpdmYu2Jd8An67x7ZPLgzbEwsNsKDb1A6AZVTHtYieLmPFZbFVKYCiVVT4End9OA2I0qQtXcaBw0K2RLuwXoKTjQQHFBiAFYWuKWbg9k2c3d3lyQgPuJY1jJLA5wtn3VmfUvCxPkH8Mg15PiXK2y8uCg/s800/Overwhelmed-Stamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapcUDrvBZMp0VQrk3vA40VAsMwvDfeyytB4fpdmYu2Jd8An67x7ZPLgzbEwsNsKDb1A6AZVTHtYieLmPFZbFVKYCiVVT4End9OA2I0qQtXcaBw0K2RLuwXoKTjQQHFBiAFYWuKWbg9k2c3d3lyQgPuJY1jJLA5wtn3VmfUvCxPkH8Mg15PiXK2y8uCg/s320/Overwhelmed-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSqrtlefc1-cUwK4BVLIInqfUtaFEZ-TyyyJCObLPI5B_4Cdab7lIqUvwwudQsey6j6wn5WByIKtpRaD9guFNypyn7naem7db5l7vLjQEkCbB71qPadY0a44NV43RgpLV09GUS7ejHVzAOe5CnlY258VvWdyMVfXEjKVkDCf7-nSm_1Jk11xx2jbbEg/s2288/Overwhelmed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2288" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSqrtlefc1-cUwK4BVLIInqfUtaFEZ-TyyyJCObLPI5B_4Cdab7lIqUvwwudQsey6j6wn5WByIKtpRaD9guFNypyn7naem7db5l7vLjQEkCbB71qPadY0a44NV43RgpLV09GUS7ejHVzAOe5CnlY258VvWdyMVfXEjKVkDCf7-nSm_1Jk11xx2jbbEg/s320/Overwhelmed.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click On image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thomas placed his suitcase on the bed, then plopped with a sigh. His grandfather had given him a lot to think about. Family legacy, magic and shapeshifting. He would have thought his grandfather was insane had he not watched the patriarch transform himself into a young hispanic man. It was astounding to discover that his grandfather was a wizard with arcane powers unimagined. It was even more amazing to discover that Thomas himself held the same abilities.<br /><br />He turned to the suitcase next to him and opened it. His fingers trembled as he grabbed the delicate lingerie within. Like his grandfather, Thomas could shift reality and himself at a whim. The ability to shapeshift was the magic that came naturally to his family - at least according to his grandfather. Thomas had learned the basics from his grandfather but left for the weekend to test his talents and desires alone.<br /><br />He could feel the tremble of magic pulsing within him as he clutched the bra and panty set. The magic followed his orders and shrunk his fame, shifting mass and redistributing itself.<br /><br />“Magic has a way of attaching itself to our greatest desires,” his grandfather’s voice echoed within Thomas’s head as he transformed. “The more you want to change, the more potent your transformation becomes.” Thomas groaned and licked his lips as his chest expanded and thickened. He slipped the intimates on to support his developing breasts. He couldn’t help but rub his thighs together as he felt mass shift into his hips and inflate his ass. His bottom furiously tried to catch up to his breasts, turning Thomas into something voluptuous and fulsome.<br /><br />Excitement growing, Thomas padded over to the mirror to see the results. His features softened into feminine delicacy, erasing the masculine. The excitement grew and a voice within his head asked for more . . . and even more.<br /><br />“Mmmmm” Thomas mewed as his breasts grew heavier within the cups of his bra. His growing proportions challenged the support of his lingerie while his ass mushroomed into overabundance. Something within delighted at this development and craved even more lushness! Thomas’s hidden desires found what it wanted and surged into his manhood. He squealed as he felt his balls and shaft pull inward to his abdomen, making him woozy. The last bits of his masculinity absorbed itself into a blossoming flower of femininity. The feminine creature reached down with a graceful finger and lightly prodded her new flat mound.<br /><br />Naomi’s hidden desires had truly unraveled her former male self. She was now abundant and curvaceous in a way her old self would have never dreamed of. Everything felt so feminine and so right. She wasn’t sure if she could be Thomas again - and she was less sure if she ever wanted to be. She had the whole weekend to figure it out.<br /><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-40195290951413310982023-02-05T02:20:00.000-05:002023-02-05T02:20:23.835-05:00BENDING WILL | LIVING HER BEST LIFE
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light of the beam flickered as I pulled the trigger. Her body deflated
and fell to the ground, a pile of what appeared to be some flesh colored
material. I scooped up the fabric and went to her bedroom, smiling to
myself before discarding my own clothing. <br /><br />“I’m so glad you’ve
become agreeable to this little arrangement,” I said as I rolled the
stocking-like fabric up my leg. I sighed for a moment, loving the
satiny touch of it. “We both know that this is best for both of us.” My
voice rose as I spoke, the register shifting into a more sultry,
feminine tone. I paused as the flesh-toned material merged with me,
warming with life. I fanned myself before pulling the clingy material
up to my waist, feeling it constrict and mold my core. I felt it
entwine itself with my body, demanding my hips become fulsome and
womanly. Creamy, flawlessly tanned skin replaced my own pasty masculine
shape, shrinking me down to a delectably petite height. I groaned as my
manhood was swallowed by the void of the suit and replaced by a smooth
feminine mound. <br /><br />“Aren’t you glad I spent weekends pampering
your body, Madeline?” I purred as I pulled the rest of the suit over my
chest and slipped my arms into the glove-like sleeves. I flexed the
fingers as they became dainty and graceful. “I gave that pale skin of
yours and gave you a glowing tan. Then I had your body waxed to make
you flawless! To think you were hiding this fabulous body under frumpy
clothes.” I felt Madeline’s essence shivering under the surface,
embracing my own spirit. She was aware of every word. I smiled as I
felt my chest adopting her breast’s sensitivity and heft. My delicate
fingers slid underneath them and cupped my heaving globes. I cooed and
licked my lips, savoring their density and fullness. “Gawd, aren’t you
glad I got these enhanced? Gave you some real curves.” I grinned,
finally pulling the head over my face submerging into darkness as the
suit sealed.<br /><br />I blinked, lashes flickering while my head swirled
with giddy dizziness. Everything was vibrant and vivacious. I felt my
nipples stiffen as my mind merged and dominated my host. Madeline’s
spirit surrendered to my anima; A passenger within her own flesh. <br /><br />“Now
I’m Madeline.” I said as I stood up, curves jostling and hips swaying
as I padded to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and glanced at the
mirror, leaning forward to feel my breasts sway from my chest. “You love
seeing it, don’t you? The stunning, sexy bitch I turned you into?”
Madeline’s spirit pulsed, desperately submitting to my dominant aura. <br /><br />“This
is the woman you could be but lack the heart or will to become. A man
sculpted you into your ideal self. I'm that better girl. I’m you!” I
twirled on a heel, stepping into the steamy water as I basked in my
superiority. The shower relaxed me as I pampered my delicious curves
with a scented body wash.<br /><br />“You don’t deserve such a delectable
and shapely body,” I told my host as I patted my balmy skin dry. Her
aura shivered in agreement, her whispers growing stronger within my
mind. I can’t stop you, she whimpered, aroused by her powerlessness.
I’m just a voice in your head. <br /><br />“That’s right,” I purred with
satisfaction. “You’re just a collection of lingering thoughts.” I
savored the lovely sensations of scented oils and lotions moisturizing
my skin. The radiant glisten they gave my skin would look dazzling
under the dim candlelight of the restaurant my date was taking me to.
“You were so meek. So mediocre when you should be a queen.” <br /><br />She
never put up a fight or protested my dominion. I took the silly lump
of clay pretending to be Madeline and made her a diva! Every time I
wore her, she watched me upgrade some aspect of her life. I asserted
myself as her proxy and shifted the narrative from docile wallflower to
stunning vixen. I brought out her best and made people bow to my
heels. I wrapped men around my finger and she felt the thrill of my
exhilaration. Every time I took control, she lost herself in the
feminine power I exercised. I was the mistress of her mind and body.
My control over Madeline was absolute. <br /><br />“You don’t fight me
because you know you can’t do this,” My host pulsed in agreement as I
brushed mascara on my lashes and traced my eyes with liner. My lips
were made more kissable by pink gloss and I had styled my hair into a
radiant crown of gold. “Don’t I look ravishing? I bet Gregory will
love it.” I told my reflection as I poured myself into an ivory ruched
strapless dress. I felt my host’s spirit flicker in surprise. “That’s
right; The boy you’ve been crushing on for over a year - the one you
didn’t make a move on and let your friend Valerie scoop up? I did what
you couldn’t do and made a move. He’s taking me out.” I slipped on
my heels, standing in front of the mirror as the doorbell chimed. I hit
the door lock on my phone and struck a pose as Gregory walked in.<br /><br />“Wow you look incredible, Maddie!” I preened and gave him a twirl, loving his attention. My host pulsed with rapture. <br /><br />“Thank
you, kind sir!” I leaned against Gregory, rewarding his kind words
with a cheek kiss; A bit of sweetness to mark my property. I knew my
host felt my intoxication as he escorted me out the door. She knew it
would only be a matter of time before I took over permanently and became
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Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-24287553440243832362023-01-29T04:33:00.007-05:002023-01-29T04:33:56.734-05:00Idolize 3 | Feel Special<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyl5RYPz7L9J0smOVWxXPBrB7EkeQMobboI-sUyNN-UCF1OVVZ8mi5Z7A_ncx9rEhQbL1BTOLW1XHk8S9ktrdk_iNaohcpNatKqY1YKd9tXay3LWc7ZB7HOsyOiS6ry0jfP_rHXOPblXnA3rF4OhIieOliN6-_867obTMGLZqLds4jLSUwfyOV38N7bQ/s800/Idolize-3-Stamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyl5RYPz7L9J0smOVWxXPBrB7EkeQMobboI-sUyNN-UCF1OVVZ8mi5Z7A_ncx9rEhQbL1BTOLW1XHk8S9ktrdk_iNaohcpNatKqY1YKd9tXay3LWc7ZB7HOsyOiS6ry0jfP_rHXOPblXnA3rF4OhIieOliN6-_867obTMGLZqLds4jLSUwfyOV38N7bQ/s320/Idolize-3-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>The next chapter in Natalia's adventure!</p><p>Please make sure you read the previous chapters before continuing: </p><p> </p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWIWgVasRJeUTkU9cXoXKGO9fwE5a9IL35nEip7LwhHSzZkDXiBTXr65JPm10WhLhmVP15_4wIrnSltF9rpQrx2QP4FjNs0RhEh1hw6qonbYp_gPFMU7Un9Txj_RRQaY5PNgFEfUJQcmWWr0KkbbER6HJBJ-scDlWoXaksiOVuuKyy_dcYu5YkdC4Kg/s320/Idolize-2-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> Please read the<a href="https://misstresssimone.blogspot.com/2021/01/idolize-art-of-femininity.html" target="_blank"> first chapter of idolize</a> before this!</p><p>The continuing adventures of Natalia with her magical aunt, Julie. I broke it into smaller parts so the next one should be coming down the pipe soon! Enjoy!<br /></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82-x83FJ8kaI_jYdn_bjPF4gvOUuO-brqFGGQI1qrmSYJVtxQ27P0wClDmfBU8PwJ2Ifij_GCN7Hgylse0zhmuh2GNzqWYWePQLz3HNBxDLiMmjmYyHnqUZ_sI-f6kRQV7jeqir2tKVpc91r_pHinBz4nIgTp3ZsFnOSKnPQbd9cFuCs6ycCrIxqBJQ/s2520/Idolize-2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="2520" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82-x83FJ8kaI_jYdn_bjPF4gvOUuO-brqFGGQI1qrmSYJVtxQ27P0wClDmfBU8PwJ2Ifij_GCN7Hgylse0zhmuh2GNzqWYWePQLz3HNBxDLiMmjmYyHnqUZ_sI-f6kRQV7jeqir2tKVpc91r_pHinBz4nIgTp3ZsFnOSKnPQbd9cFuCs6ycCrIxqBJQ/s320/Idolize-2-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVicg8SUI6gxrmheAkJrYiXS00GPdePGw8BP4UzQ2HeUpk2sMRYRMwnIGwjIPHRaBbR7jQj0txdd50NTxcdU94x10o1Vpwq0eybZ57x2lcbP-DA3yt1IhbYYI0vCxP87-Y3VotfrPYqRofXc2_h9f3E23SfLt_5IRcTBIEMz7E7wy7efjCS9nCgp3bBA/s2520/Idolize-2-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="2520" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVicg8SUI6gxrmheAkJrYiXS00GPdePGw8BP4UzQ2HeUpk2sMRYRMwnIGwjIPHRaBbR7jQj0txdd50NTxcdU94x10o1Vpwq0eybZ57x2lcbP-DA3yt1IhbYYI0vCxP87-Y3VotfrPYqRofXc2_h9f3E23SfLt_5IRcTBIEMz7E7wy7efjCS9nCgp3bBA/s320/Idolize-2-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpjaEPnWEB30QOyL61__ngkyts1jHDttgEGjbiwQU7_TqmvT9c8wINOPF5SuDD5x0-GfRjXZx-9iHTK-v6dAIMo09kF5HuUMTFCWdRtgA6s0zWT1PfZ81Aq3oRgHvIMYrxj2w1I3iAeINzikl8lJ4TWcH9kM4bT3G1Ot0E1yNQigotYsVrPhKnl8dIA/s2520/Idolize-2-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="2520" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpjaEPnWEB30QOyL61__ngkyts1jHDttgEGjbiwQU7_TqmvT9c8wINOPF5SuDD5x0-GfRjXZx-9iHTK-v6dAIMo09kF5HuUMTFCWdRtgA6s0zWT1PfZ81Aq3oRgHvIMYrxj2w1I3iAeINzikl8lJ4TWcH9kM4bT3G1Ot0E1yNQigotYsVrPhKnl8dIA/s320/Idolize-2-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on image to view full size<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> </p><p> “Ok, ladies. One. . .Two. . .Three!” The flash flickered as both Natalia and Julie held their poses. Their photographer, a handsome man who they stopped while taking selfies, took several pictures of the women in different poses. Natalia and Julie quickly minced over to him when they were done, eager to look at the photos.<br /><br />“That one is so cute!” Julie said as she pointed to the screen. Natalia glanced at their impromptu photographer as he waited to the side. Julie finally turned her attention to him, shifting her hip to one side. “Thank you sooo much!” She cooed. Nat watched as the man melted in the face of Julie’s smile. Even in disguise, Aunt Julie’s charm shined. With a few sweet words and a smile, she sent the handsome man on his way.<br /><br />“I’ve seen you do that a hundred times and I’m still in awe of it,” Natalia told her aunt as they crossed the lobby. It wasn’t unusual for them to go out clubbing together, but this time Natalia’s aunt wanted the thrill of being a younger woman. Julie used her own shifter magic to transform herself from a mature and beautiful blonde to a fresh faced collegiate brunette. “You basically rejected him and he still walked off with a smile.”<br /><br />“Who says I rejected him?” Julie said. “I gave him my number and told him to call me. ”<br /><br />“Oh My God, Julie!” Natalia put a hand over her lips, suppressing a giggle. <br /><br />“What? He was hot! Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you do the very same thing,” Julie led them past the bouncer. He didn’t even bother to stop them for ID. Just two stunning women walking past the velvet ropes, pretty privilege on display. “You’ve learned every trick I know and I’ve watched you use most of them. In fact, you’ve gotten so good that I have a little proposition for you.”<br /><br />“Oh? Do tell.” Natalia perked up, the naughty thrill of helping Julie always a source of excitement. Every task Julie had was always a pleasurable experience that nourished her own magical talents.<br /><br />“It turns out that one of my girlfriends needs to be in two places at once,” Julie explained as they walked upstairs to VIP. “Since you help me out when I’m double booked, I told her that I have someone who might be able to help her out. Think you are up to it?” Natalia chewed on her lower lip, considering the request. Julie first taught Natalia how to use her magic cosmetics by mimicking other people. Natalia meticulously observed women around her in order to imitate them. She spent hours in the guise of her teachers, her sister, even her own mother until Julie approved of each imitation. “If it helps, my friend is willing to pay. I showed her the pictures of us twinning and she couldn’t tell us apart!”<br /><br />“Pay? How much?” Julie leaned over and whispered to her niece. Nat glanced over to her aunt in disbelief. “Tell her she has a deal.”<br /><br />____________________<br /><br />Natalia would’ve gladly taken the request as a favor to her aunt. However, the money was the wonderfully enticing icing on top of an already delicious cake. In order to put Julie’s friend at ease, Natalia agreed to meet with her. Julie provided her niece with a few pictures and Natalia studied her social media feeds. After school, Natalia would shed her male identity and practice transforming into Julie’s friend, Jade. The woman was a bit younger than Nat’s aunt but just as stunning. Jade had a slender, distinctly feminine shape, and Nat studiously worked to sculpt Jade’s curvaceous breasts and tight core. Natalia found Jade’s body felt wonderfully divine; it was so toned and captivating. <br /><br />“Gwad, your body is almost as enchanting as Julie’s,” Nat purred as her form shifted into Jade’s. “Being you is going to be a dream.” <br /><br />It only took a few days for the changeling to adopt Jade’s shape, voice, and mannerisms. Julie, ever the vigilant mentor, critiqued Natalia until her transformation was impeccable. The day before meeting Jade, Nat selected an outfit from one of her pictures and purchased it for herself. <br /><br />The young mimic had a satisfied smile on her lips when she walked onto Julie’s balcony, hips swaying as the real Jade’s mouth hung open. She casually slid across from Jade, dark hair styled exactly the same way. Natalia’s eyes danced as Jade gaze took inventory of the identical jewelry, sunglasses, and even purse. Her smile grew wider as Jade’s nose twitched, recognizing her signature perfume. <br /><br />“I know I’m a bit late,” Natalia spoke with Jade’s smooth soprano. “I wanted to get my nails done. I went to Athena’s on the corner of 10th and Regal. I believe you know it?” The real Jade remained slack jawed. “They said I was two days early for YOUR appointment but Kelly was kind enough to fit me in.” Natalia displayed her nails to Jade. “Did she do a good job?” Jade continued to look on, still in disbelief of her twin sitting in front of her. Finally, she found her own voice.<br />“Ok, you clearly can pull this off. I’ll Venmo half the money to your account then send you the rest when I get back. I’ll also send you everything you’ll need to impersonate me. You’ll have a copy of my keys, my phone, passwords and all the information you asked for.”<br /><br />“If I may ask, where will you be?” Natalia asked. Jade smirked at the question.<br /><br />“I’ll be spending the week training at a private, intense boot camp in Cabo with my personal trainer.” Natalia’s smile matched Jade’s as she picked up her purse before standing up.<br /><br />“I hope you enjoy your trip. I’ll take care of everything else. Your husband won't know you are gone.<br /><br />_________________________________________<br /><br /><br />Natalia coordinated everything with Julie in order to anticipate as many problems as possible. They arranged for Nathan to take a trip with his favorite aunt as cover for him being gone during spring break. She spent her free time studying all of Jade’s documents so that she could memorize as many details about the woman’s life as possible. She was easing into the role with each passing day, finding her comfort with Jade’s body and details. <br /><br />When the day came, Natalia put on the outfit that Jade provided her and waited at aunt Julie’s place. The real Jade walked in on time, wearing the same outfit she had sent Natalia. <br /><br />“Who are my best friends?” Jade asked her double.<br /><br />“Simone, Chanel and Charlotte,” Natalia answered with ease. “You four meet for brunch every Saturday at Benson’s.”<br /><br />“What’s my husband’s favorite dish?”<br /><br />“Garlic Salmon with potatoes. You have the cook make it for him at least once a week if he’s in town.”<br /><br />“And what’s the name of my camp crush?”<br /><br />“Officially Bradley Turner. But your besties know you also experimented with Josie Loren.” Jade sighed, shoulders viability losing up. Natalia held up the pink designer purse that matched Jade’s. “Your cloned phone, all your accounts, and everything else you sent over.”<br /><br />“Feel free to go shopping while I’m gone,” Jade told her before leaving. “Think of it as a bonus. If you are lucky, my husband will spend the weekend at the country club and you won’t have to deal with him much.” Natalia’s eyes brightened at this bit of information. She was certainly going to take advantage of this new perk. She waited the allotted time and then headed down stairs to Jade’s waiting car.<br /><br />“Take me up town, Eric,” She told the driver. “I think I want to enjoy some retail therapy.” The driver nodded, never once questioning who the person was in the back seat. Natalia slid her glasses down over her eyes, smiling to herself. For the next seven days, she was Jade.</p>Miss Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751638499521622115noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-81841300723579226882023-01-16T21:28:00.003-05:002023-01-16T22:17:23.870-05:00The Young Miss | The Privilage of Beauty <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhsJAEpWcrgJCWp-B7nNKE4RwNwT2u6xc5_d8F8kPdNISxdLdQcsLAXc9NDPCyTkTmBR8k2fpLY4oRi5qssi-gs6jIo84DR2KDsNBoFwjf6rC8BYGVuoFfOYxTWUNqvLWW517DFYkBJfE6ClHZV5f2v8B_CJ7SiLmLOcbl6ntJn9_NxHVPst_ghrRxg/s500/The-Privilage-of-Beauty-Stamp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhsJAEpWcrgJCWp-B7nNKE4RwNwT2u6xc5_d8F8kPdNISxdLdQcsLAXc9NDPCyTkTmBR8k2fpLY4oRi5qssi-gs6jIo84DR2KDsNBoFwjf6rC8BYGVuoFfOYxTWUNqvLWW517DFYkBJfE6ClHZV5f2v8B_CJ7SiLmLOcbl6ntJn9_NxHVPst_ghrRxg/s320/The-Privilage-of-Beauty-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LdwMjukKO-5SSzknW8fN-7Z2uNKr_2HXiv8NcABi2XU9ZUYl8iLJMdvY5TIFJjHINMzTYwwu173XD5xc0gAlp1gpfSKPQyIbRHiRojxVExzluoZPuQoc0tECDoxjfRl2tFuN0q7Rgj8J8L0kcVhPaKSJXFykHWMmb1U3w_SEwdXLpBq8f3O83lPVUQ/s2520/THE-PRIVILEGE-OF-BEAUTY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1490" data-original-width="2520" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LdwMjukKO-5SSzknW8fN-7Z2uNKr_2HXiv8NcABi2XU9ZUYl8iLJMdvY5TIFJjHINMzTYwwu173XD5xc0gAlp1gpfSKPQyIbRHiRojxVExzluoZPuQoc0tECDoxjfRl2tFuN0q7Rgj8J8L0kcVhPaKSJXFykHWMmb1U3w_SEwdXLpBq8f3O83lPVUQ/s320/THE-PRIVILEGE-OF-BEAUTY.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Click on image to view full size</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Owen had already discarded the baggy pullover before the car left the
academy’s parking lot. Delicate fingers undid a few buttons of the
oversized white shirt, revealing creamy breasts cradled by a lacy silk
bra. The tinted windows provided privacy as he discarded his male
uniform. Only his driver Brandi would be privy to his change. <br /><br />“Where
to, miss?” The driver asked as Owen flicked his hair and let it tumble
down past his shoulders. He so hated having to hide it everyday in a
bun. It was still preferable to having to answer questions. His lovely
locks took meticulous care to maintain, especially considering he had
to make it look like he didn’t care. Yet it was all worth it after the
day when he felt it tickle the back of his neck. A little more of his
true self let loose.<br /><br />“I’m meeting someone at The Oasis,” Owen
told Brandi, voice already growing softer and breathy. Yasmina was
surfacing, taking over and emerging from within Owen’s mind as he
revealed the hidden feminine charms underneath his uniform. Exquisitely
flawless skin, a slender waist and modest curves grown from careful
hormone treatments. She had been mindful to keep her body hidden but it
was getting more difficult. Yasmina’s curves had grown too obvious and
distinct to keep contained. Luckily graduation was only a few months
away and then she could stop pretending to be male.<br /><br />Still, the
routine would do for now. Brandi always brought Yasmina an ideal outfit
to change into and today was no different. The white and gray patterned
skirt shimmied over Yasmina’s hips and hugged them deliciously. No
doubt her date would love seeing her coltish legs while she swayed about
in her stilettos. It was paired with a matching jacket that gave the
outfit a touch of class and provided Yasmina with something to cover her
cleavage. However, she wanted her girls in full view - both for her
date and for any other men that might want a look.<br /><br />The
beautification ritual always relaxed Yasmina. The feeling of earrings
swinging from her ears reminded her of how feminine she had become. She
never rushed, giving herself time to fully submerge herself within the
privilege of a woman’s beauty. Her confidence always emerged as she
applied cosmetics to accent her doll-like features. By the time Yasmina
swiped the mascara wand over her lashes, there was no trace of the boy
who had gotten into the back of the car. A stunningly flawless
socialite checked the straps of her heel to make sure it was secure.
She was excited; her date Eric was handsome and very capable. Of
course, he was well established - older men tended to be. He promised
to take Yasmina shopping after an early dinner, and she hoped he would
want a night cap later on in the evening. She was sure he would be
happy with a young, vibrant bombshell on his arm, just like all her
other suitors. <br /><br />Mistress Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03830472323307586514noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-9852733226798426662022-07-13T02:35:00.002-04:002022-07-13T10:19:50.227-04:00Intimately Shaped | Lingerie Lure<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnChSXHDl8PR1CcuSniuK9VMp86s0EmcvEEJrk2TqICcRtt_r26mKdUZ6J3P-Bz-YxFYzeldzjVJs7QHXlcVOJT6WsnAou-KteqE_2p9GUdWIc32nullnyqOKNm7e-AAhpw5N2QapIdXBYLPzwk3rnavyLO4lCZ8j7E57mPG1-OEe-jKE5RzXiZSpT0A/s800/intimately-shaped-Stamp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnChSXHDl8PR1CcuSniuK9VMp86s0EmcvEEJrk2TqICcRtt_r26mKdUZ6J3P-Bz-YxFYzeldzjVJs7QHXlcVOJT6WsnAou-KteqE_2p9GUdWIc32nullnyqOKNm7e-AAhpw5N2QapIdXBYLPzwk3rnavyLO4lCZ8j7E57mPG1-OEe-jKE5RzXiZSpT0A/s320/intimately-shaped-Stamp.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> <span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Normally I post these series in blocks. However, this time. I made this for a friend at Rachel's Haven but it took several months to complete it. With the final installment, I feel like it can be posted here. So it's all in one place. Be warned, it's a long series. I hope to have more fun material soon for you lovely people. Click on the images to read it I hope you enjoy!<br />
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<br />Miss Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751638499521622115noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-24193289812586981972019-02-28T00:52:00.000-05:002019-02-28T00:52:17.146-05:00The Favor: Chapter Two | The Good Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Miss Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17751638499521622115noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909856232048368446.post-6469035245124762572019-02-24T10:23:00.000-05:002019-02-24T10:23:11.208-05:00The Favor: Chapter One | Platinum Package<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“Ladies, if I could have your attention!” Soon-Hee tapped her glass three times to draw the room’s attention. “If you all would join me in raising a glass, I would like to thank all of you for giving your time, your heart and most especially your wallets. . . ,” the light laughter of the room told her she had their attention. “ . . . to this cause. I’m pleased to say that we have not only reached our goal but nearly tripled it!” The shouts of joy was accented by enthusiastic applause. “I would also like to give a special thank you to the woman responsible for gathering us all her, Mrs. Miriam Weatherton!” Miriam waved off the applause, but her radiant smile was all for Soon-Hee. “We all know what a force of nature she is, and this cause is one very dear to her heart. She’s worked tirelessly to see this through and I couldn’t be prouder to work by her side in her efforts. She’s an outstanding woman who has been nothing short of an inspiration to me.” Soon-Hee paused for a moment, calming the emotionings welling up to the surface. “I feel honored to call her my boss, my friend and most especially, my mother-in-law.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">“My dear, I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere in life without the kindness of those who believed in me,” Miriam began as they both sipped from their glasses. “It did not take long to see your potential, Soon-Hee, both as a woman and as a match for Kevin. I knew it the moment you came down those stairs and into our lives.” Soon-Hee couldn’t help but smile at Miriam’s words. In the past year, they had become so close that Kevin often complained that his own mother was dominating his wife’s time. They both shared a love for the theatre as well as a passion for shopping. Even Miriam’s tastes wear rubbing off her - Soon-Hee rarely wore a dress without nylons these days and always with heels. Classy and poised seemed to suit her and she tried to live up to the example set by her mother-in-law.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You KNOW it’s my favorite!” she bubbled, setting her purse down. “But you took me to see Starry Night too! I couldn’t believe it! I’ve been DYING to see that show!” Kevin shrugged, the faint touch of pink in his cheeks. Her effervescent happiness seemed to warm him, but no doubt the three bottles of champagne they shared over dinner helped. Soon-Hee herself was feeling deliciously light-headed after their stroll home from the theatre. Arm-in-arm. Her head against his shoulder.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s what you wanted. Lately I can’t say no to you.” He told her, a slight hitch in his voice. She felt his eyes on her, lingering as she moved about the room. His expression made her very aware of herself; The silky, clingy sensation of her pantyhose. The gentle brushes of her earrings against her exposed collarbone as she moved. The sweet floral scent of lavender and jasmine perfume that swirled around her all evening. Even the exposed cleavage that she had deliberately decided to show off - both for her own confidence AND for her present company’s eyes. Everything from her hair style, to her heels, to her lipstick was selected to make her feel feminine inside and out. She wanted to leave no doubts for anyone’s senses. I am Soon-Hee. I am a woman. She wanted it to be an announcement without having to say a word. Most of all, she wanted Kevin to see her as she truly was.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I can’t see you as anything other than Soon-Hee.” His words came slowly, still turned towards the window. “I’m sorry - but it’s impossible to see how beautiful you’ve become. It’s impossible not. . . not to have thoughts about you.” Soon-Hee’s heart threatened to soar out of her chest as he spoke, but she remained silent. The air had been thick between them all night. The lingering eyes between them . . little touches to show affection AND possession. There hadn’t been an audience for their two-man act tonight; it was an intimate rehearsal with no prying eyes. The peals of laughter and wonderful knots in her stomach had been real. The looks of longing in his eyes were not imagined. “Surly you have to know what kind of effect you have on people who see you now.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br class="kix-line-break" /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Exactly, dear.” They both stood across from each other, a part of themselves laid bare. Kevin the first to break, nodding before picking up his jacket.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hours later, the thoughts of Kevin’s warm arms were still present in Soon-Hee’s mind. She lay in her bed, restless as the night’s events danced in her mind. The smell of his cologne still vivid, all from the kind gesture of him laying his blazer across her shoulders as they walked home. She stared into the darkness and only saw his eyes looking back at her from across a dimly lit table, a longing stirring behind them. A stirring that had to match her own. Her fingers lightly brushed across her chest, the heat of her body rising as a need engulfed her. She had to know - not tomorrow, not a week later. Tonight. It had to be tonight.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I have to know what it’s like. It has to be you. It can only be you.” Her strength increased after each word, the confession liberating her voice. Soon-Hee’s voice. It wasn’t a game any longer. She was a woman and she longed for her man’s touch. His hands glided over her curves like she was a holy creation. Finally he pulled her to him. Her eyes were closed as their lips touched, but the feeling was imprinted onto her memory. Their mutual passion soared as they pressed together, her hunger deepening the kiss. She clung to his back, nails digging into his skin as both of his arms possessively wrapped around her torso. When the kiss broke, they both exhaled. Soon-Hee truly felt alive. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They both looked at each other one more time, all questions and permissions exchanged silently. Kevin pulled the cover open and laid Soon-Hee under him as they kissed again. The delicate lingerie she wore was ripped away to reveal Soon-Hee in all her truth - A wetness ready to welcome his masculinity. When Kevin tried to restrain himself, she cried out for more, craving the full, unrelenting passion they had been denying themselves for months. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She felt vulnerable yet safe when he finally buried himself within her depths, her thighs wrapped around his torso as he found her core. For a time, there was nothing else for Soon-Hee - nothing but the delicious velvet heat that was consuming her with each thrust. Her insides tied into knots as her lover groaned her name over and over. Finally build up within burst open and she was flying with dizzying delight. Soon-Hee’s mind and body were one. The longing in her sated for the moment - Soon-Hee was a woman truly complete. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you. Could I have a White Chocolate Mocha Deluxe, please? A little bit of caramel for sweetener.” Her voice was more melodic than she intended, but she was in a good mood. The waiter matched her dazzling smile before giving her a nod.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Consider it done, miss.” With another bow, the waiter headed back inside while Soon-Hee enjoyed the patio. While she waited, she took her phone out and started browsing Instagram. Her phone buzzed - a text from Carol.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m running late, I’ll meet you there soon!” Carol’s text revealed. Soon-Hee rolled her eyes and typed out a response.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“See you soon, hurry up!” Carol was a wonderful friend and the perfect shopping partner, but she was never on time for anything. Yet even Carol’s chronic lateness couldn’t spoil her mood - she had a brand new outfit and a credit card given with express permission to max it out. Compliments of Kevin and his desire to repay her for all she did. Her initial response was to give the card back but part of her couldn’t resist the temptation of retail therapy. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Have fun, enjoy yourself,” He told her before she left. “Letting you run up my card is the least I can do for you.” Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she had to agree with Kevin. She had played the part of the dutiful girlfriend to perfection - making him look good however she could. Lately, she had accompanied him to a few business dinners with clients and she had helped add a level of charm to the evening. While Kevin had proven his prowess as a businessman, he still attributed much of his success to Soon-Hee. Who was she to say no when he wanted to treat her so well?</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At first, she contemplated going out as Sonny, but that seemed almost comical at this point. While Sonny had never been a big man, everything he owned was positively huge on her frame now. She had lost more than inches around her waist. . . she was physically smaller than before. Even her older outfits were ill-fitting these days. It was a perfect excuse to go out and buy something new, so she headed to her favorite store to try something new - buying a new outfit off the rack and wearing it right out of the store. From head to toe, inside and out, Soon-Hee selected everything brand new and had it fitted on the spot. She even bought a new lingerie set that made her feel especially feminine and sexy to wear underneath her new blouse and skirt. Even her shoes and purse were brand new. She walked out of the store leaving her old clothes along with a very happy salesgirl. It was just the start of the day and she couldn’t wait.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Here you are,” the waiter placed the cup in front of Soon-Hee, shaking her out of her daydream. “One white chocolate mocha Deluxe - extra caramel.” He gave her another smile as he placed a muffin in front of her as well.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I didn’t order this,” she pointed to the muffin, but he was already walking away.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Something extra sweet for the extra pretty lady.” he looked over his shoulder to her and winked, still walking away. One corner of her lip turned upward, picking up her cup. The foam on the top was shaped into a heart while the cup sleeve had writing on it. Tyler. Call me. 555-XXXX. A little heart with an arrow next to the phone number. She burst into a fit of giggles, glancing up to see him giving her a slight wave. She smiled, glancing away as she brushed a bit of hair out of her face. He was cute. Sadly, she knew she would throw the cup away when she was finished.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Still, it was a very pretty display of art in the foam. She took her phone out and took a picture and posted it to her Instagram. It was amusing to her that SHE had an Instagram now. Another link to the real world. . . pictures of herself, posing with her friends and various outfit selfies. And Kevin. More links to to reality. . . proof that Soon-Hee was real. She flicked through her feed, glancing at the images before she pointed the phone at herself. A cute pose, click. Another selfie. More proof. Another footprint.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Soon-Hee exited the cafe, she pondered what else she could do with her day. It was rare to have so many options. She had not had girly time by herself since before she walked down those stairs so many months ago. It had been a diversion back then. . . something born out of her love of feminine things and admiration for the women in her life. She had always admired her mother - a beautiful woman who stole many hearts when she was younger. She remembered watching her mother get ready to go out, sitting at her feet while she carefully painted her face and adjusted her outfit. She was looking more and more like her these days, something she was more proud of. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Of course Soon-Hee would shop - it was going to be fun to be the big spender for a change. But with her recent changes, she could go to a spa enfemme. A lovely soak in a spring bath and a massage would be heavenly. She could even go in for a full pampering treatment at a salon; have the works done complete with a full makeover and a hairdo. She and Carol could go together and leave looking fabulous. Then it would be fun to see Kevin’s face when she walked in the door. . . </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She smiled at the thought of her friend. Lately he has been . . . something else. They functioned less and less like roommates these days. Kevin didn’t flinch anymore when Soon-Hee walked around the loft instead of Sonny. He no longer questioned why she stayed enfemme, something she found a relief considering the situation. She had not told him how far her situation had progressed. He would check up on her, but he didn’t know that very little of Sonny remained.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kevin was still a problem that she had not not found a solution. There was tension between them. It grew heavy and thick in the air of their apartment as they both fell into roles that fit their new life. Soon-Hee still worked on the side with the local theatre troupe but she had taken to the domestic role. She kept their loft clean, washed their clothes and had grown into a excellent cook. Kevin has become the breadwinner, yet he deferred to her directions when it came to the home. She picked out his suits for work and helped with so much of his calendar that she often felt she functioned as his personal assistant. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not that she minded. He was wonderfully attentive to her needs, often buying her favorite things and making sure she wants for nothing within his abilities. It didn’t hurt that Mirim was always looking out for her. The woman continued to draw Soon-Hee into her atmosphere of influence, urging her to take a position working with Mirim’s non-profit. It was a tempting job - something she could easily do. She found she had a talent for planning and organization. She could still continue acting but the money would be wonderful . . . Still that would make Soon-Hee more real. . . more tethered to reality. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her phone buzzed with another notification. Carol. “I’m here! Parking right now!” She smiled as she walked around, ready to dish with her friend. As she made her way to the meeting spot, another notification popped up on screen. This time it was Kevin. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are we still on for tonight?” Her heart fluttered for a moment, a deep breath rising in her bosom. Their usual night to hang out. But it felt like so much more. . . a perfect opportunity. She texted him back.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">“Yes. You are taking me for dinner.” she smiled as she hit send, noticing Carol coming into view. She waved at her, her mind racing at the possibilities. One thing was for sure. She was going to do everything she could tonight to make sure Kevin saw Soon-Hee as all woman. </span></span></span></div>
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