Attractant

He was changed into a woman to help out some scientists, but there's more to the story than it seems. 

Spider Waifu

Alright! First post of 2017. Well the story was written back in 2016. I had it started and I was almost going to post it back in November. But I forgot, and it got busy for me. But this morning I was going through some of my stuffs and I did some final tweaking and this is what came out. A guy raises a spider and reaps(?) the benefits later. Enjoy.

I'll hopefully have a new story soon. I got the next few days off. I'll see what I can whip up.

Lady Number Four

Imgur Request done! An anon on 4chans /aco/ wanted a caption done on some images put up on the link. Wanted some pregnancy stuff. So This is what I came up with. A bit of sci-fi and a naked monster woman. I hope I hit all the anons buttons. Tell me what you think too?

Attack On KY-JLY69

Yay! another request done. Some anon on 4chan got his/her wish done. I hope they like it

Kappa Blood

A woman has special monthly urges that she has to take care of. She has a monologue with herself while she jacks off.

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Yeah. another post! I've been working on content for this blog. I've been writing stories, but they're getting too long. And they cant be captions anymore. But I run into another problem..... I dont know how to end them! The longer I make the stories, the more information goes in them and I get stuck trying to finish them! Damn.

I put them on the back burner and hope to come back to them. I have three or four longer stories that way. I do hope I can put them up soon and I hope they're at least entertaining!

I have to keep trying. But for now enjoy this one.

Link and Slime

Here's a caption for some horny anon over on 4chan. He wanted some slime to have his way with Link from Legend of Zelda.

I think I got that part. I'm not really a fan of these types of stories. But I guess it came out okay. Fetishes are all over the internet and I think I just satisfied one of many fanbases.

Will this caption stand the test of time?

G'Kana

Ryan thought that he was going to help out a foreign exchange student. He is, but not in the way he expected.

A royal favor

A princess is asking something of her servant. She's in a predicament and the servant will do.

Kappa Convict

I can feel the wet drizzle on my soft, slimy skin. I'm smelling things that I could never have done as a human. I can sense the fading scent of Guards and their dogs in the distance, but I'm so far enough away that they can never catch up. Plus, my own scent is no longer of the prisoner Clyde. But of the creature I've become. Am I some sort of frog girl now? No. Something quite different. A kappa. Yes. That's what I am now. This must have all started when I swallowed that shiny marble. I'm leaning on a tree in my new swampy home, trying to remember what just happened some hours ago.

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I was an inmate in a state penitentiary. One of the chosen prisoners that was finally put to do roadside cleanup. I was on good behavior with a few others and we were bused to some lonely place in the middle of nowhere near some freeway. It was a long and hard day, but we picked up lots of trash and junk off the roads. Despite my small size because of bad health and  too much drug use, I felt like I did a lot of work. The guards were quite relaxed, but still kept a watchful eye on all of us. As the muggy, humid, afternoon was winding down. I found a shiny marble mixed in with the dirt and an old bottle of water nearby.

While a guard was looking away I picked up both things. I used the water to wash off the marble. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. It almost looked like a pearl. I tried to find a way to hide it. I'm sure an inmate or a guard would want to take it away from me. I had some pockets but surely they would find it there when we get back on the bus. So I did the only thing someone could do in that situation. Swallow it. I had done it before with nickelbags and balloons before I got caught and arrested. I was still serving a couple of years for armed robbery, possession with intent to sell drugs. I still had a long time before I could even get paroled. Going outside like this, made me feel a bit like a free man. So I take what I can get, on this boring life as a convict.

I was lucky, nobody saw me swallow and pass the marble. It looked solid enough that I could barf it out when we made it back to prison. As the pearl made its way down my esophagus. Weird shit started happening. I felt funny.It was a strange high. Not unlike when I did some peyote and shrooms all those years ago. My body was giddy. I couldn't help but laugh a bit and hiccup too. My eyesight was wonky.So I decided to sit on the grass and hear the cars drive by. I thought I may as well ride it out. The guards let us have a little break while they were getting the buses ready.

I don't know how many minutes I was dazed out. But I was snapped back into it by the tug on my ankle chain. The guy locked up with me rustled me back to the land of the living. He warned me that the guards were coming and for me to knock it off. He also said that I looked a little sick. He said my body was starting to get a greenish tone all of a sudden. I looked down on myself and he was right. I saw blotches of green skin all over my arms. Almost like bruises. My face started to sting a bit too. Almost like if all my bones in my face were grinding.

I also felt a lot smaller too. I felt downright tiny. The prison issued orange jumpsuits looked huge on me as well. I felt like standing up. My legs quaked a bit. I figured they were asleep from sitting on the dirt. But I felt a jiggle. My ass never jiggled. I looked down and I touched my hips. Thinking my rubbing would make them wake up again. I felt curvy. I had bigger hips too. This felt wrong. I saw locks of green hair suddenly cascade down my face. I let out a gasp! How could hair grow so fast? I just had it cut a week or two ago. I heard an 'oh shit!' from the guy chained before me. I guess I'm not dreaming. He's seeing me change too.

My hands felt heavy and itchy. As I stared into my greenish tinted palms. The skin between my fingers was looking funky. They were looking more webby? I could see the skin stretching out between all my digits! I would wiggle my fingers and they would move less and less as the webbing connected together. 'What the fuck?' The other guy mumbled! Indeed, I thought in my head. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was silent. I want to say something. But whatever is happening to me, that pearl I ate isn't letting me say a word.

The changes that were happening in me soon made its way into my chest. and groin. I could feel growing tingle in my nipples. And a painful throb in my genitals. Two green orbs pushed out farther as what I was sure breast tissue was replacing my flat male chest. My new breasts jiggled under my orange jumpsuit. I had a definite rack now! I hunched over forward with a painful crunch because downstairs, I couldn't feel my dick anymore.  All I could feel was the empty space in my underwear, there was no bulge anywhere. Only something new and womanly. If you could call it that. There was no denying that I was a woman now. But I was something else too. Something not human.

I looked around. Surely someone else is seeing me transform. The guy next to me is the only one who saw me turn into this. But there are no guards near us. I look in the distance. There's a brawl in another chain gang quite a few yards away. Some really big nasty dudes. They must have gotten in a big argument. Sad, I guess their privileges are going to be revoked. The guards are all over there trying to break it up. It was strange, somehow, I could not only see it, but sense the riot in the distance. I felt a pain in my feet. I had a need to take my shoes off. When I looked down, my old feet were gone! That same webbing that was between my fingers were now there on toes! They looked like froggy flippers!

Now that I took off my shoes, I took a look at the hard metal cuff holding me down. My ankles looked tiny enough to escape the cuffs! A thought ran through my head. Do I want to escape? I think I do. Whatever I'm turning into surely is going to cause a riot back at the prison. I was in the psych ward for a few months. I was their guinea pig. It wasn't a pleasant experience. I didn't feel like a monster. But others would. They would not be afraid of dissecting an inmate turned frog-lady.

I glance over at my fellow prisoner. He's freaking out! I can tell by the look in his horrified eyes that he thinks that I'm going to eat him. Or turn him into someone like me, like some sort of zombie bite. Just looking at him makes me aware that I cant go back to prison. Not with them, not with anyone.

The list of strange changes in me just got bigger. Once my tiny, webbed toes touched the earth, I became aware of everything! The inmates and guards. I felt some bodies of water a few miles away, and some cool, inviting swamps too. There was a new itch on top of my scalp. Something was telling me that I needed water on top of my head. The desire was too great. By now the guy chained with me was screaming and hollering bloody murder. And that got the guards attention! I pulled and yanked the chain. Trying to pull out and wiggle my ankle through the small opening. My green skin was making a bit of slime and that seemed to help out. I looked up, The guards were coming closer and two of them had their dogs. I could smell the anger in the dogs. They were afraid of me. But their loyalty to their masters made them brave.

After what seemed an eternity, I finally came free of my ankle chain. I looked around me, the freaked out guy was running for cover, dragging his part of the chain. Trying to hide behind other shackled inmates. Screaming off the top of his lungs 'Monster!' All their eyes were on me! I could feel their anger, jealousy, lust, fear and rage. Surely I would have thought that way too had I still been human. Those bad thoughts made my head hurt. Suddenly, from far away, I could taste the smell of gunpowder. A shot was fired towards me. Was my new body able to run? How fast could these little womanly legs take me? There was one way to find out....

*BANG Zoom!* I could hear and feel the gunshots whiz by me and land on the soft grassy soil near me. I could feel my monstrous adrenaline flowing within me. I was running as fast as I could. There were no longer any gunshots. But other guards were getting closer to me. Their dogs were ahead of them, trying to bite my legs, and hold me down. I could sense the determination on my former guards breaths. I heard in the far distance, horns blazing and inmates being led back to the buses. It was total chaos among them. I also heard their radios going off. They're communicating with other authorities. I couldn't figure out what they were saying. But I figure they're setting up road blocks to surely capture me. The old human me.

But in the distance I could smell water. A river. As my eyes looked around, my feet hit sandy soil. I could finally see and  hear the gurgle of the river. The water was flowing fast. Farther downstream I could sense a dank, woody swamp I could hide there. There surely are lots of places to hide. More gunshots are heard as I somehow realize that I've gotten way ahead of both the dogs and the humans. I bend my knees and arch my back as I take a huge leap into the water. My sleek womanly frame takes like you guessed it, a fish to water! My webbed fingers and toes push my body quickly through the water of the raging rapids. I dive deeper into the bottom of the river. I could see rocks and fish and the billowy clouds of dirt kicked up by the gunshots entering the water. I have only one thing on my mind.

Swim away.

****

I don't know how far I swam. But I felt safer. The river slowed down a lot. It was now a calm stream leading into the swamp I sensed earlier. The authorities after me must be too far away to catch up to me. I take a deep breath. As deep as I could with my new tinier body. I look down on myself. My jumpsuit is muddy, heavy and wet. I look at the orange garment. I realize that it is the last remnant that reminds me that I was a human. Like I said in my head earlier. It smells like me. The old me. I felt sad. My former life is gone. Now replaced by whatever I am now. I don't think I cant go back to that anymore, being human. It was an exhilarating rush swimming the river like that. The new me. But then again, what good was my old life anyways? I was a criminal and a drug addict who got caught and was going to spend a long time as a prisoner. I'm free right now. I may not be human, but who cares. I'm free! I've always been a loner anyways.

I begin to unbutton my jumpsuit. It was a little hard with my webbed fingers but I did it. The rain was falling harder now. Droplets were felt all over me. I could see rainwater channeling down my green cleavage! It was strangely sexy. As the suit falls of my smallish shoulders and off my wide hips, I finally see the new me. I'm about four feet tall now! No wonder why I feel quite tiny! I try to look around for my old tattoos, But I don't see any, just my soft and slimy green skin. Gone are my old needle marks on my arms and legs. No evidence of my drug uses are on me anymore. I was curious and I stared down at my green pussy. It looks so alien but that's my genitals now. My whole body, especially my butt is curvy and dare I say..cute? I never would have thought that I would have turned out this way!

That whole scene with the marble/pearl seems like a long time ago. Even though it just happnend a few hours ago. I am a whole new man.... I mean woman?! I look around the rainy swamp. There are lots of trees and underground caves. I sense crocodiles, crayfish and turtles and other things. I have no choice but to rest here for now. But this place looks safe. Nobody would ever find me here, unless I want them to find me. I pick up the last piece of my old life. The orange jumpsuit. If I could still smell it, The dogs could too. I jump back into the rainy, swamp, orange cloth in tow. I swim towards one of the caves. Old tree trunks and heavy stones can hide this wet piece of cloth. I hide it there. I scoop up some muck and bury it some more. I don't think anyone will find this here.

It's difficult, but with this new body of mine, I have a lot to think about. I'll have to lay low and figure out my new habitat, my new home. I feel a new, deeper connection to nature. Should I give up my humanity and become a wild animal? Or find a way to use my past to benefit my future as a kappa? There surely must be more of those little pearl marbles, and someone, something who made them! Surely magic must be real. I am living proof of that.

My new life will surely be full of danger and adventure!

Milky Desire

The anon over on 4chan /d/ did a request for a cow girl who had some milk troubles and wanted to take it out on a guy. This caption I did, is more or less that! Tsundere cow girl anyone?

Tyler and Sharon

I've had a busy week, and I'm still in no way done taking care of real life stuffs. But I promised the anon on 4chan that I would caption his/her pic. So here it is. Not quite fantastical like this site is known for, but it doesn't really fit my other caption site, nevermore university. But here you go. A sexy mom-dom caption. Lets hope the person gets to see it before the thread dies over there. I say it still has a few days left. Well, enjoy!

Velma's Transformation

Poor anon. After months of asking to have this picture captioned, The 4channers and me finally decided to please the requester. One is still there, but this one here is mine. I dont do much futa, but /d/ is known for that kind of thing. So have a read and stuff!

kidnapped!

A old dirty man, a kidnapper wanted his first love back. A certain young man will do.

Bug Vixens

A teenager is captured by a bug vixen and finds out about sex with monstergirls.

Human Specimen

The anon didn't really say what to put in the caption, so I made this stuff up. I hope he/she likes it over on 4chan.

A human is being prepared for long range travel by her alien captors.

The Cave Worms

This one came out quite gruesome! A man does everything for his lover. Who is a bunch of worms he found one day in a cave. (DUH!)

A Dragon Reborn

A dying dragon in the midst of battle attacks a soldier. Encasing him in stone. Years later, the soldier comes back, albeit in a different form.

Keps

This one came out very sci-fi. I hope the person on 4chan likes it. Did you like it?

She-wolf

A horny she-wolf finds her mate. What will happen next?

A 4chan caption request done!

Changed Into An Elf Girl

I used to be one of the greatest mercenaries in the Yborean Army. I was known as The Destroyer! I was feared and respected. I towered over my fellow soldiers. With one swing of my blade, I could destroy a platoon of enemy forces. I was a one man cavalry! The people would talk about my battles and how I helped expand the empire that hired me.

But when the orders came to fight a new enemy in an unexplored land. I jumped at the chance to join the Yborean empire's aggressive plans for expansion. I had heard tales and warnings of fellow mercenaries passing through towns on the way to battle. The new enemies have fearsome magics. All their prisoners of war disappear. Nothing is heard about them. They do not negotiate to give up their captured prisoners of war. They are eaten or sacrificed to some dark god. For us to win, we would have to strike first and strike hard. The enemy shows no mercy on the battlefield.

Hearsay and rumors I thought. The enemy will fall under my blade. When we finally clashed, I was on the battlefield I was quickly slaying my enemies. Left and right they died before my blade. It was a tough battle that we were winning. That is until their magical reinforcements came to help them. A group of enemy magicians chanted and moaned. They summoned their fierce magics. Their magical blasts fell like rain. I looked around and saw my allies felled by enemy magic. I ran.  I zigged and zagged, but I could not avoid it. I was struck down by their devious magic....

When I awoke. I found myself in some big room. The bed I lay in seemed huge! I turned my head and looked outside the window. I found myself in some huge mansion in the middle of an even bigger city. No doubt, I was deep inside enemy territory. I could not recognize the mountains and other landmarks outside. But not only that. I felt scared and weak. I've never felt this way before. I wasn't afraid of anything. I looked down on my body. My heart stopped. Gone was my former self. I was replaced by a little elf girl. I was in tiny sleepwear never meant for a man like me. I was shocked by my new body! I felt so tiny and alien. I wanted to scream in anger, but no words escaped my tiny little mouth.

As I looked around the room. There was a man and a bunch of maids. They all had elf-like ears, and features. Just like me.  I felt a strange energy as I locked eyes with the man. Whatever curse that was upon me, he knew something about it. I sensed that this man was my captor and also my new father. My father died years ago in battle. The maids by his side had the same strange power over me but it wasn't as strong as my fathers spell. I stood there and hoped that I could find some way, any way to escape my captors.

For a moment I found myself broken from the spell. I screamed and wailed and ran around the room. All I could do is scratch and slap my captors. But I was quickly subdued. The maids grabbed me and sat me back down on the bed. Whatever strength I had as a man was quickly gone. The maids weren't strong either. But being in this new body, all of my abilities were gone. I once could kill a man with my bare hands. But I had no power to fight against any of them. A little girl has no chance. I looked at my father. I could tell that he lifted the curse just for a second. To show me the futility of escape. A wry, evil smile shone in his face.

Every morning, without fail I jumped out of bed and screamed! I hoped that my nightmare would be over?! But I would wake up in the same petite, girlish body. How could they do this to me? My
muscles! Gone. Replaced by soft, scrawny girl flesh. My rough, calloused giant man hands, now soft pink digits with tiny oval nails. These tiny hands, they've never seen any hard work. My thick, muscular legs that ran through the battlefields unchecked, now replaced by the soft thighs of a little girl. Each day, the maids would come up and feed me and dress me. They would bathe me too. They would not speak of what I used to be and would ignore my pleads to change me back. I hated my weak defenseless body. Later, I would spend time in the mansion and do nothing. I was like a doll. I'm sure that I was a prisoner. But instead of cages and chains, My prison was this home. Surrounded by maids and fancy things. Not only that, I was a prisoner in my own body too.

As the weeks went by, I found myself with a little bit more freedom. No longer confined to my room. I would wander around the mansion and talk to the servants. Some would give me a little candy. I was still treated like a child. Some of the normal maids heard about what I really was but were forbidden to speak about it. But others simply saw me as the master's child. I would sneak in to places and I would get caught. I would test my captors patience. With time I earned more freedoms. I found a library one day, and I asked if they would let me read some of my fathers books. They thought I couldn't read, so they let me take a few. I had a hard time reading the language but I soon picked it up. I guess this new body is useful for other things. I would carry different books to my room and read them. I pretended to the maids that I would just stare at the pictures. And I would play with the books, so they paid me no mind. But reading all of my father's tomes gave me important intel and insight into my enemies territory. Was there something in these books that will give me clues to my freedom?

When my father would come back, and check on me. I would make sure that the books were back in their proper place. I'm sure he still considers me an enemy and I don't think I should be looking at his things. He would come and look at me sometimes. Or he would just stare at me when we eat at the dinner table. He was a cold, indifferent man. I could not see how a man like him could be a father. I seemed to be like a piece of furniture in his mansion. Does he have any plans for me? If any? The servants here gave me more attention than he ever could.

As time went on, I gathered some more information on where I was at. I was in the second biggest city-state. The mansion I was in was quite the affluent neighborhood. But I still couldn't find a way to escape. But I talked to the servants who had spell I felt that time I awoke here. I would throw subtle, innocent questions at them to gauge their answers. Some would answer a bit But others would laugh at me. They told me I was a permanently a little girl. They had control over the spell put on me. If I ever became rowdy or violent They could say a few magic words and cause me great pain. But they never used it. I was an obedient little girl. But also they were confident that I had no chance of escape. I told them they were right. I would giggle and joke with them. I told them that I was a happy little girl now. They would smile and pat my head. But I'll never forget. Deep inside me I'm still a man. I guess I would have to play along with them. I will find some way to become a free man.

Less and less. I would feel the presence of my father the captor. He would be gone for days at a time. I would hear stories of battles and invaders from a far away lands. The battles were getting more fierce. Rumors from the workers at the mansion. Over time I learned how to sense where and when the maids were at. Even the ones that had that partial spell over me. This was a useful trick. It must be some elfish sixth sense. It was harder to sense my father. I figured that my father was gone, off on some battle or tormenting other cursed people like me. I still felt like a prisoner. But there were days where I just let myself be a little girl. I was making more memories again. I had a chance to learn new things that I never would have done in my former life. I actually learned to swim! The maids and other help showed me how. We would take a swim in my father's private pool.  When I was a man, I never bothered to learn that ability. I figured since I would always be on land killing my enemies I would have no reason to swim. But with my new body I took to water just like a fish. I was proud. I like how my swimsuit felt when I wore it too. I guess it cant be all bad, being a girl.

As the months passed by, I really thought there would be no escape. I was becoming complacent. But I shook my head in denial. There must be some way to get out? I was slowly forgetting about who I used to be. The maids would come and dress me some more. I always had plenty of clothes. One of them would spend some time combing my growing hair. Long locks of hair swished and streaked across my dainty, girlish face. The maid would leave it styled different every day. But I liked it when she gave me ponytails. Back when I was a man I shaved my head bald. It scared people. My enemies feared me more that way. I stood there for a second as the maids left the room I don't know why that memory came back to me. It reminded me of who I used to be. I would still get random dreams of the man I used to be. I would day-dream about the adventures and kills I did back when I was the fearsome warrior, 'The Destroyer'

But the worst thing the enemy could have done to me is to leave me like a tiny pre-pubescent little girl. Weird little feelings were coming more often. I guess I get to go through puberty a second time.  My body started showing signs of the budding femininity in me. I take it I've been a prisoner for a few years now. My body is changing. I feel some growing pains that I haven't felt since I was a little boy all those years ago. A memory came back to me. I hated it back then. Once my family knew I was growing up. They sent me away to train me in the life of battle. I never got to grow up like the common folk. My life soon became one of battle and death. I grew up into a warrior. I became a mercenary to the highest bidder.

As I look in the bedroom mirror. I notice my growing breasts. My dainty girlish mound. My soft little butt. I can see the beauty I was going to be each time I see my reflection. I was becoming a woman. I was growing up more and more. The first time I had my period, the maids were more excited than I was. They complimented me on my journey into womanhood. I was scared every month when the bleeding came around. But I soon got used to it. The monthly visit became routine. Just like the other things I did in the mansion. As I notice more new things every day, I realize I am going to turn out into one beautiful girl. The etiquette classes they made me take reinforced the fact that I was a girl in some nobleman's family. I actually started to like how pretty I looked every day. Especially with the dresses they got me....

Wait. Was this their plan all along? To break my will by trapping me in this female form? If I'm a woman now. Then one day I'm going to be betrothed to someone. Some man! Back when I was a man, Noble families wanted me to marry their daughters. My seed for their women. They wanted a strong child to improve their family legacy. I never wanted to marry, but I've given plenty of women in various cities the gift of a child. Now that I'm a growing woman with her own womb. Surely they'll do the same to me? Knowing my creepy father, he would do that. I'm reminded that I'm still a prisoner. I'll just be transferred to another warden. It sent a scary shiver down my spine.

No wonder there have been more visitors to the mansion lately. Why didn't I notice it before? We've been having all these fancy dinners. The maids have been working a lot feeding and entertaining all the guests. Even my father's been home more lately. I've been introduced to all sorts of people. Young and old. I would curtsy to them and they would bow back. It felt creepy as a few of them stared at me. I knew they were here for something else. I simply thought all of these parties were to celebrate my father coming home. But now I realize that these parties are meant for me. My father is courting me, finding a suitor. I remember once when I was a man I was at a party similar to this. I hated wearing proper attire. My former size made it impossible to wear fancy clothes properly. I had to wear clothes like that because I was a bodyguard to some woman who was to be betrothed to some rich bigshot. I was protecting the girl from unwanted men who lusted for the rich mans daughter. Now I was that rich mans daughter. I felt sick.

One day at one of these special parties. I met up with a boy. He was a child of another noble family. His older brother was a potential suitor for me. But I don't remember him. But I did hit it off with the other brother. We would talk about things, or more likely he would talk more about himself. He's learning how to fence and fight. He loves to explore the lands the empire has given to his family. He boasts that he is smarter than his older brother. Stuff a teenager would say to impress a girl like me. I liked the attention he gave me. But something was off about him. Whatever that was, it made me more interested in him.

On another occasion and another party. We met up again. He compliments me on my dress. He wants to know more about me. There was not much I could say anyways. Living the sheltered life of a captured warrior turned little girl, what would I contribute? That I loved swimming? That I love the clothes the maids make me wear? I was still a little shy around him, but to me he seemed so brave. So boyish. I felt something stirring inside me, something different. He was the boy I could have been? Adventurous and brave? I admired him. It was a strange new sensation. Did my girly body finally have a crush on a boy?

As we sat in the courtyard away from the snooty crowds and bustle of the party. We held hands and stared at the night sky. I felt some more of that strangeness. We looked into each others eyes. Totally out of character, I kissed him. I felt like it was the right thing to do. On that night. I gave up on what I used to be. I cant go back to that berzerker I once was. What life do I have to go back to? I've been dead for years. The kingdom who hired me has already replaced me with someone else. Do I really want to go back to a life of killing? Swirling thoughts of pain and hope were muddling my brain. Do I want to accept this new femininity?  But then, the boy who stole my first kiss spoke to me.

"I know what you are. For I am like you too. I am...I was a captured prisoner. We are given a new chance in life. This kiss proved to me my suspicions." The boys face was dead serious. Like if a veil was removed from both our heads. I finally found someone just like me.

"I don't think you'll like what I used to be." I answered shyly. "My former life is something I've now decided not to go back to. I've changed so much I don't know what to do. How can I exist when I have a whole 'nother lifetime inside of me?" I cried. For the first time in my new life. I cried. I always thought of myself as a tough guy. But, crying was like a strange release. It made me feel better. I could only guess that I've just opened up my girl side even more. A hormonal release. I wiped my tears on a handkerchief the boy gave me. I liked how it smelled. Like him.

"I don't care what you used to be," the boy said. "I care about what you are now. You see I was once someone else too. I was captured in battle and turned young again. I used to be a general in a kingdom far east of here. I was sixty years old. But now I am but a nobleman's child. I realize now what was done to me and to you. I learned that this country nobility has some fertility issues. It's reproduction rate is falling. Too many miscarriages. The countries leaders are dying. Its enemies don't know that. In a few years the royalty will have no children to carry on its legacy. This kingdom figured out a devious way to replenish some of its people. They've captured prisoners and re-purposed them for breeding. Trying to make more citizens. But it's a futile effort. The common folk will soon revolt. They are only furthering the seeds of their own destruction!"

"So that's why I was turned into a girl!" I shouted. "I felt so weak in my new body, I thought this was cruel torture! And I guess it was! I used to be a man...and I'm a woman now. And now I'm going to be a prize for some some dull nobleman to mate with?" I couldn't tell, but I'm sure I was completely red in the face, both angry and embarrassed.

"Oh man! I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't think them to be capable of doing that to someone!" The boy replied. "I was captured in a tremendously tough battle many years ago. I was turned into a baby. I would have completely forgotten about who I used to be, until one day when I was four, in a bazaar, a slave servant fell on me and we accidentally kissed. That simple act unlocked all of my memories. You see he was a prisoner too. It seems like us transformed people are unconsciously attracted to each other. It's something our captors didn't factor in when they devised this horrible spell."

My face was completely locked. I don't know how many times I gasped in surprise. I was in rapt attention I was fixated on my companions conversation. Not only did he reveal the world to me, I couldn't help but notice other things about him too. I was infatuated with him. My new boyfriend. His nose, his chin his blonde hair. My girly thoughts were on overdrive. I wanted to see all of him. But I focused back on his story....

"My adopted family never knew I broke their spell. My only guess is that the magic lessons I studied back in my former life, helped me. Being a general, I always had contingency plans. I studied lots of things. But I never was good at magic, but I guess I picked up enough ability to counter their spell. I've kept up the charade. I've learned more magic spells this time and they can never steal my mind anymore. In a few more months your father would have cemented his spell and you would have been completely a girl. All parts of your former life would have been erased. My father did the same spell on me, some sort of coming of age mumbo jumbo he said. But I faked it. I'm pretending to be the second son of the nobleman. I still am. But I've spent this past decade collecting intel and preparing another spell to break the hold they have over us prisoners. A future battle against our enemies. But I need more allies. I have gathered a few. But something about you feels different. Feels right."

"Thank you, I don't know what I can help you with. But I'll try."  But I was certainly more impressed with my new boyfriends resolve. It pales to what little bit of 'studying' I did in the past. This guy has a better plan, something I could never do. It must be because he used to be a general.  My girly heart is falling even deeper in love with him. I feel a strange tickle between my thighs. He brings out new sensations in me! Am I his now?

"Girl, Do I have your trust?" The boy said, "I'm a little scared that I said too much. I don't want my plans ruined. Are you with me? I plan to take down this country. Free our brothers and sisters. Grow and deploy an army from the inside. Maybe build a new country from its ashes?" The boy was standing proud, pumping his fist into the air!

"Yes!" I blurted. I responded like the lovestruck girlfriend that I am. But a thought of feminine doubt entered my mind. I still dreamed of escape. Could the boy help me?  "But cant we just run away? Right now? Surely you've seen the mansion from the outside? Is there a way for me to escape? For both of us to escape? I promise to go anywhere with you! I love you! Lets take our chances and escape these lands. Lets forget about everything and make a new life together?" I was dead serious.

"I've thought that over many times over the years, girl." The boy replied. "But I've weighed the options. This country is too big and we would not have the resources to escape. We could make new lives and live hidden among the people, but in a few years, the wars that are coming would not help us. We have been given the best opportunities. We've already been put in rich peoples hands. We are nobles. We have the ability to take over from the inside. Not now, but in a few years. We can rebel and free ourselves. Revolutions take time. And I would be honored to spend that time with you."

I never knew I could swoon, but I almost fainted. My girlish heart skipped a beat. I know he's just a kid like me. But his words swayed my young teenage heart. He was right too. I'm just a kid. If I escaped I would be caught quickly. All my basic freedoms would be taken away and I really would be a prisoner. "So what do I do now?"

The boy came closer and held my hand. "I will declare my desire to court you once we go back into the party. My father wanted to marry off my older brother, his real son. But I don't think he's ready. He desires a life of war and conquest. He's going to Knight academy in the summer. He's not ready to commit to a wife let alone a young beautiful girl like you. Your father isn't that wealthy. All he has is this mansion. He got lucky that the empire gave you to him. He wants to improve his status amid the elite. Marrying you off has surely been his plan since the beginning. My family can do that. Respond to me at the party, and I will get everything in motion. Can you do this for me love?"

"Yes! I'll do anything to escape! I was never so truthful in this life and my former one. I have a reason to push forward. My new life doesn't have to be full of pain and dreariness. I found someone that accepts me, you. Sooner or later we will find a way to break free. I'll do anything you ask me for. I'll wait patiently for the day I'll walk out these mansion's doors with you by my side."

"That day will come sooner than you think girl." The boy replied. "I know it must be painful for you. but when I come back to visit I'll have a spell to keep you from losing your memories. They may be painful and foreign. But they are still yours. Your father and this country may have changed your body but not your mind. Your father still owns you. He still has your name. That's a part of the spell that's on you. When you have your coming of age ceremony and you are given to me as my wife. He will give you your name. Don't lose hope. The spell will help you like it helped me." My boyfriend looks straight at me, "As a token of my love I'll give you my name. It seems that this nation finds giving people their names to be quite honorable. Miss, you can call me Razel."

"Razel," I said aloud, "Razel. I never knew a name could be so beautiful. I shall treasure it forever."

We both hold hands and make our way to the glass doors of the dancehall. Our plan is in motion. My true life has begun anew.