10th Anniversary! (plus a short story!)

 

Today is the 10^th anniversary of the blog! Time flies when you are feminizing thousands of boys! The first post can be found here. 2010 was a very interesting year in my personal life and by that Fall, I had moved to a new city. Within a few weeks of moving, I started making TG caps of my own even though I had been a fan since I was very young. At the time, it was basically Ashlee, Annabelle, Becca, and Becky making clean TG caps. Started on Rachel’s Haven and from the advice of Dee, made my own blog a year later in 2011. 

I never imagined that this blog would get that many views. The total right now is 102,775,765! It was always something I had just because I wanted to see more of the type of gender transformation I like. Over the years, I’ve made and lost (mostly lost) a lot of great friends in the gender transformation community. Special thanks to Pam over at tgstories.com who has been sponsoring the blog for some time.

Thanks everyone for supporting. Most importantly, is TG Land the only community that still uses Blogger? Maybe it will still be around in another 10 years!

Love,

Courtney Captisa

P.S. Here's a short story I wrote a few weeks ago and posted to my Patreon. Visitors here get access next in line before I post to Fictionmania and TG StoryTime. Enjoy!

Viewing the numbers on the mailboxes was getting boring, but the most exciting part of Nathan’s weekend drive was knowing he had yet another free pickup. For the past few weeks, he had been making extra money by messaging anyone who was listing free items on Facebook Marketplace. Anything from old lamps to wooden crates to well used and abused children’s toys. He figured there were about two or three more houses on the rural county road towards the person’s house. It was an elderly woman who not only gave him the physical address that he could easily put into Waze, but also detailed instructions he tossed off as useless such as “turn left by the barn that’s falling down.”

From research, he figured spending $20 on gas for the drive going a few miles out of the way was worth it since similar items were selling for over $200 on various websites. This listing had been the most controversial since angry Karens had commented on his thread asking if the item was available. Sure it was a little odd for a guy in his late-20s to state that he was interested in a prom dress but it was listed as free and he was the first to respond. It wasn’t like he was getting it to wear to a high school dance. He just wanted to flip it to make some extra cash.

Nathan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel of his Audi as a Macklemore song played on satellite radio making him reminisce about his younger years. He pulled into the driveway of the address to see a rancher house straight out of the 1960s. Picking up his phone, he sent a message to the seller, Betsy Connerfield, that he had arrived. 

As he approached the front door, he saw a short woman with bobby white hair wearing a stripped shirt and a bulky necklace open the main door slowly. Her smile still showed pearly whites that were even brighter than her hair. By his guess, he assumed she was in her late-70s to mid-80s based on her wrinkled face and body.

“Hi, I’m Nathan here to pick up the item.” Nathan was direct in tone. He had little patience for the elderly, especially when driving. Even more so at the grocery store. Betsy’s movements told him that she would probably be the type to spend 20 minutes finding the item and another 30 trying to have story time with someone to entertain her for the day.

“Yes. Come in. Did you find the place okay?”

Nathan entered the home which instantly reminded him of his grandmother’s house. Wood-paneling with knick-knacks everywhere. Betsy’s television was at least 15 years out-of-date and playing some game show. The smell was a mixture of must, oatmeal, and cats. He examined the room to find a number of dolls placed on shelves on some of the walls, but no dress in sight.

“No problem at all. I just put the address in Waze and was here in no time.”

“Oh… that’s lovely. Some people end up in Edgesdale if they go down the road too far. You said you came from Cloversburg?”

“Yes. Where is the dress?”

Betsy walked slightly hunched over with her hand on her hip and replied, “Right this way. I see you didn’t bring a garment bag. Good thing it ain’t raining!”

“Must have forgot. This is my first time picking up something like this.”

She let out a short laugh. “It still may get dirty. I’m sure I have something for you. Why did you want the dress again?”

He never told her his true intentions in the comments or during any messaging. Even though it was free, he knew from the description that she wanted it to go to a girl in need of a dress but fought his way through the other people by saying he was the first to comment and message. Instead, he gave a lie.

“Figured it would be a good asset to hold on to in case my younger female cousin needs a dress or something.”

“That’s… nice of you. Well, here it is!” 

Betsy opened a door down the hall exposing an extremely congested sewing room. It was about the size of a master bedroom. Yarn, string, fabrics, needles, and pins were everywhere. Antique art was on the walls along with a few snow globes and crystal ball on the table next to a sewing machine and various tape measures. Typical grandmother stuff. Nathan saw the pink and blush ball gown on a dressing mannequin. It looked like something the most popular girl at school would wear to feel like a princess on prom night. The stereotypical type of dress that the prom queen would wear in a teen movie. A few blemishes here and there especially at the bottom, but nothing a trip to the dry cleaners couldn’t take care of if he wanted to add to the resell value.

The teenage girl’s dream featured layers of tulle down to the horsehair hemline. There were other fabrics Nathan knew he had never worn before. It had an embroiled sheer bodice with shiny beads leading up to the shoulders. The back of the dress would need to be tied as indicated by the straps hanging freely. The dress appeared to have somewhat of a corset design since the waistline was very slim. Any girl would truly feel like a princess wearing something like that for a night. By touching the gown, he knew it was like a foreign object to his body though had no intentions of ever trying on something like that. He just needed to find a tag on it to reveal any additional information he could use such as the maker, country of design, and the true size since Mrs. Connerfield’s size description was slightly vague.

“Is there a designer tag anywhere? I don’t see one?”

“The designer is the best around. Connerfield!” Betsy let out another one of her signature short laughs.

“You created this?”

“Yes! I was a seamstress for many years and dabbled into designs myself. I made this for my granddaughter, Courtney, to wear to prom when she was in high school.” Betsy picked a photo album next to the collection of sewing and design books on a shelf in the room and after turning through page after page of other dresses she made, finally came to some photographs of Courtney with a slightly-curled, swept Emo/Scene hairstyle circa 2008.

Betsy turned to Nathan. “After the prom, she asked me to keep the dress here. She recently received a major job promotion and has bought a new house. I asked her if she wanted it back, but she told me I could keep it here or get rid of it. I feel like now is the time for another young lady to treasure the dress.”

“She’s… pretty.” Nathan was already feeling slightly uncomfortable spending bonding time with the elderly woman.

Betsy smiled, looking at the photo of her, her daughter, and Courtney together on prom night remembering how much it appeared her granddaughter loved the dress. Even if in reality, Courtney didn’t think the dress was her style at all and was forced to wear it by her mother so she wouldn’t hurt her grandmother’s feelings!

“What is your younger cousin’s name? I’m sure she will find the dress to be very lovely.”

“Ummm… Jessica.” Nathan thought of the first name to come to mind when needing to brainstorm a fictional female since Jessica is the name of his favorite female character on a show he watches on Netflix. Betsy found it odd that he needed a moment to think of her name.

“Here is an interesting fact: I posted this creation since I wanted to see joy in another girl’s life who would have appreciation for the dress. Once they came over, I would ask if they wanted to try it on. I’m sure you do NOT want to try on the dress to make sure it is right now, do you Nathan?”

He laughed at the fact that a senior citizen was asking if he wanted to wear such a sissy outfit. “Trust me. I have NO intention of ever wearing a dress, Mrs. Connerfield.”

“Then why were you so persistent in coming here to get it?” The tone in Betsy’s voice was becoming more irritable.

Nathan thought of something that could ease the situation. “It will eventually go to a girl in need. Don’t worry about that. Now, you said you had a garment bag I could take?”

Betsy could tell he wasn’t telling the entire story. “But there were so many other women commenting and messaging about how their daughter could use it. You told them you were first and should get it but you seem to have trouble remembering your cousin’s name. I thought for a moment that maybe you were a crossdresser or something. Now why do you really want the dress?”

“Okay, fine I will tell you the truth.” Nathan’s patience had diminished to nearly zero percent and he just wanted to get out of there with or without the dress. “I resell a lot of items from Marketplace. If it’s free, I take it. Doesn’t matter what it is. Anything I can’t resell in a short amount of time, I usually list for free again or will trash but I know you spent a lot of time making this dress and have many memories of your granddaughter attached with it. If it’s money you want, I can tell you right now I can sell this dress and give you a cut of the money.”

“It was never about money. I could have sold this myself.” Suddenly, the crystal ball on Betsy’s desk started to glow pink. It didn’t attract the attention of Nathan immediately since he was occupied trying to get out of there, hopefully with the dress, and wondering why she had not expressed this level of concern vividly during the message exchange. “Please, just try on the dress.”

Nathan was still confused on why an older woman wanted to force a young man to dress like a woman. “I’m 6’1” tall and 210 pounds. There is no way I’m going to be able to fit into a dress designed for a teenage girl!”

“Then there will need to be some additional alternations made.”

The crystal ball was fully pink and full of some smokey substance. It had been many years since she had to use this power, but today was the day. Placing her hands on the ball, the energy transferred causing her fingertips to glow. Her wrinkled hand became engulfed in the pink glow. Nathan looked terrified and turned towards the door but before he could make any additional steps, a beam of pink light was sent from Betsy’s hand.

“What is going on?! I can’t move!” Nathan was paralyzed unable to move anything except his head. His feet were cemented to the ground and his arms stood at his side.

“I inherited that crystal ball from my grandmother. She was a respected gypsy fortune-teller back in the 1910s and 1920s. With the ball came all of the powers, spells, and other eccentric witchamadoos. Maybe one day, it will go to Courtney. I’ve only had to use the gender change power once before, so pardon if there are any mistakes.”

“Are you insane? What do you mean gender change power?!”

Betsy walked to Nathan with her hands still glowing pink. She touched his shirt which completely disappeared. Nathan clenched his teeth. One of the only movements he could still operate. She rubbed her hands over his torso removing his chest and armpit hair. Along with the hair removal came smoother skin. 

“What are you doing?! Please, stop!”

Betsy took a moment to observe the current state of her powers. His chest was a good start, but she had her work cut out for her. She ran her hands along his arms causing them to morph into a skinnier, younger version of his once slightly-built self. Since she had made his shirt disappear, she turned her attention to his pants and did the same effect. His plaid boxer briefs were in plain view where she could see his bulge that would need its own attention soon. 

“Please.. Stop.. Anything you want…”

“I want you to try on the dress…” Betsy remembered Courtney being 5’6” and about 110 pounds the last time she wore the dress. She started rubbing her hands all over his body except for his head in order to reduce his body mass and weight. He couldn’t move, but he could still feel his body shrinking all over below his head. She even ran her hands along the back of his boxers in order to give him a bubble butt and feminine hips. His leg hair disappeared as she graced her powers down there and his feet shrank in size.

“You can’t force me to try on that dress!” Nathan was always a man with words, even though he knew he was powerless in his new body.

Betsy slowly removed the dress carefully from the mannequin as Nathan stood there nearly naked in his powerless state. His eyes full of fear and tears almost developing. He begged of her once again but it was useless. After getting the dress off the mannequin she shot another beam from her fingers to put his arms in front of his head to help him put the dress on. He could feel the tulle of the bottom of the dress touch his hairless body as she slid the dress over him. Betsy was taking her sweet time putting him in a sea of feminine prison. The layers of fabric at the bottom of the dress continued to be sorted and arranged by Betsy as the thick straps of the dress arrived on his now girly shoulders. Betsy then used her hands to rub Nathan’s hairless arms granting him movement of them again. He immediately places his arms on his waist now realizing how skinny and small he was even though his hips had grown slightly. He had the body of a teenage girl except with a manly head and penis underneath that sissy princess dress.

Nathan looked down to see Betsy converting his shoes into high heel still not able to move them at all. She ignored his question and turned her attention to his head. Her glowing hands went on his hair as she brushed it out to turn into a light brown and slightly wavy. He felt his now long hair on his shoulders, but she kept extending it until it came down about six inches below the bust line. She gently rubbed his eyes with her thumbs causing his eye lashes to become fuller and dark eye shadow to appear. His nose was converted from being somewhat stubby, to a much more narrow, feminine look. Brushing his hair behind his ears, she changed the look of his ears and made earrings appear. Rubbing his lips, she put lip gloss on them along with feminizing his face with higher cheekbones and heavy foundation. 

Turning her attention to his chest, she rubbed his breast until they became the size of 32B filling the built-in bra of the dress showing just a hint of cleavage. It was amazing that after not using the powers for so long, this was the result.

“What are you doing to me?” 

Betsy smiled looking at the transformed Nathan. “Have a look at yourself.”

She moved so he could see his new appearance in the full-length mirror in front of him. There he was wearing a huge girly ball gown with long brown hair looking every bit the 16-year-old girl Betsy had transformed him into. He bore no resemblance to his adult male self and looked a brand new woman. Since she had rubbed his neck and given him a tracheal shave, his new vocal cords let his female voice speak for the first time sounding every bit the part.

“No! I can’t live like this! My voice! What did you do to it? I’m not meant to wear a dress or be a girl!”

“Oh, I forgot something important!” Betsy very slowly bent down and tapped Nathan as a signal to lift up the front of his dress. He had no choice but to do so exposing that he still had a big package under those boxers. Rubbing her hands in front, his boxers turned into pink panties. His testicles receded in his body to create the ovaries of his new female reproductive system. A urethra formed and parts of his scrotum made the conversation to the lips of his new body part and the tip of his penis turned microscopic only appearing to be a clitoris. The vagina was a warm welcome to womanhood for HER. 

Betsy waved her hands along the girl’s body in case anything was forgotten, such as a few stray hairs and the missing bracelet on her wrist. The glow was fading away. Betsy then gave her a hug. “You look absolutely gorgeous, sweetie. Everything will be alright.”

“I hate this! Turn me back. I beg of you! I can’t live like this. What about my job?! My house? My girlfriend?!”

Betsy looked at the crystal ball seeing a little glow left. Maybe some of the power was still left to help the young girl. “I believe I can still rub your head to erase any of those memories. You would only remember growing up as a little girl and I can make you be the sweetest young lady.”

“NO PLEASE! NOT THAT! I’ll do anything!” The young girl started to cry. Betsy then ended the magic, her hands stopped glowing, and the crystal ball turned to its state of normalcy.

“Then you have some lessons to learn. Your selfishness should be erased.”

“How am I supposed to explain this to everyone?!”

“I would suggest not reaching out to anyone in your old life for now.”

“But you can turn me back into a man, right? Like… later tonight?!”

Betsy laughed at the young girl’s insistence. “It’s going to take a little longer than that to correct your evil ways. You can live here for now. It’s been very lonely around the house since William passed away. Courtney hasn’t visited much in the last few years either. It would be nice to have a little girl around the home again. School starts in a few weeks and I will get you registered under the name Natalie Connerfield, my ‘new’ granddaughter who is living with me while ‘her parents’ are away on business.”

“You want me to go back to school?!”

“That’s where young girls go! Although the education won’t stop there. I’ll teach you proper mannerisms at home and how to respect other people. I’m sure the youth group at church will be a great place for you!”

The young girl saw no way out of this. The heavy prom dress on her body was confirmation of her defeat and she knew there would be no turning back unless she followed the rules of Betsy. “So you are saying if I become a proper young lady, you will turn me back into my normal male self?”

Betsy placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder, titled her head, and smiled. “Yes, I promise. Though, it may take some time. Maybe next week, maybe by the end of the school year, maybe never! My mother used to say, if you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always got. You got just what you wanted, a free dress!”