The best revenge

No points for second place

Hang on

Wet dream

The new OTGC

Dear readers & friends,

It was a sad day when OTGC died, and many of you have felt that sense of loss.  The original OTGC site was the creation of Emily Thompson, and it was a haven of creative energy: it gave many captioners a chance to create without pressure and a space to feel welcome and safe.  More personally, it was the place where I and Marti and Rachel and Amelie first met and grew wings to fly.  It was a place for us to laugh together.

It has been months since I have been able to even view the site, and there is no sign of it going back online.  That is sad, because that means many aspiring creators will not have a haven---it has left a big black hole in the TG community.  Let's all first recognize what Emily and OTGC did for us, to thank her for the good things that she achieved.

My little sister Rachel and friend Yasmina have bravely conspired to create a new blog space for creators.  It is a tribute to the former OTGC.  I hope that you'll join us in making a new haven and a creative home.  Here's the link:

https://opentgcaption.blogspot.com/

(Or, do you see the nifty little OTGC icon in the upper-right corner?  You can click that! :) 

Keep on rocking, folks.  Nobody can stop you from dancing, if you wanna dance.  \^o^/

In bed with the enemy

Not from schoolbooks

Originally a caption I wrote for my friend Amelie, whom I have not seen for a while.  I hope that you are well, Amelie. ^.^

That's not what you said!

The Great Escape

Blushing bride

Walk On

Readers & friends, girls & gents,

The past month has been really hard for me, and it's taken its toll on my health and sanity, but I'm doing my best to fight for life.  I won't give in to despair.  And to all the people out there who are struggling with life issues, please stay strong and don't give up!  Let me share with you a poem that inspires me.  No matter what anyone thinks or says about you, try to find your true voice and sing out to your heart's desire.  However you want to do that is up to you, but sing out.  Nobody can take that away from you.

This is a poem by the great lyricist Oscar Hammerstein:  

"You'll Never Walk Alone" (1945)

 

When you walk through the storm

Hold your head up high,

And don't be afraid of the dark.

At the end of the storm

Is a golden sky

And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,

Walk on through the rain,

Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone.

You'll never walk alone. 

And here is a little bonus caption. ;)

If looks could kill

Country girls

Her lips were delicious, with just a hint of strawberry.  Bruce kissed his wife passionately before pulling away and fanning his hands over his new breasts and his boots.  His calves and feet were sweating inside all that leather.

"I must admit that I'm surprised, Tina!" Bruce remarked in his new soft Southern accent.  Tina just smiled at him and playfully fingered his loose plaid shirt as he continued: "How long have you been into girls?  I was afraid that you'd dump me after that Role Exchanger sphere took my cock away and changed me into this...this---"

"---this beautiful woman?" Tina finished for him. "I've always been into girls, sweetie.  You just never knew about my secret fantasy to wake up in bed next to a country girl like myself.  To finger and to lick and to pleasure a woman just like myself.  I don't regret that the RE took away your penis, honey; it gave you everything I've desired for years. Even a Southern drawl, which I love," said Tina, grabbing his hand hips.

"Where are ya takin' me, hun?" Bruce asked as Tina led him back into the house and to their bed.

"Shush, my little country gal.  You're mine and always will be," Tina said, pushing him onto the bed and producing a big bad strap-on cock.  Bruce's eyes went wide.