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ANNIE'S CAPS: MOTB (Mother of the Bride)
MOTB
I was horrified that my only son James wanted to be become a woman. He had been such a great athlete in school, and was quite handsome. I wish my late wife Christine could have helped me talk some sense into him but my attitudes started to soften once I saw him morph into the lovely and demure Jennifer.
Within two years, Jen fell in love with Tim, an handsome law student who was crazy about her, I resigned myself to the prospect of giving away my daughter – who was born my son. But Jen had another shocking idea.
“I miss her– I missing having her in my very much. I wish she was hear to see me become a bride,” Jen said as we both wept.
“Dad… I want to know if you would become my mother. I get my soft features and thin build from you, not my birth mother. And I want you and I to be closer than ever. And I think you’ll love the feel of the clothes and the attention you get as a lovely woman. I know this sounds crazy, but let me transform you in time for my wedding. What do you say – mom?”
Every sense of masculinity I screamed NO but a little voice in my head guided me to my decision. I allowed my daughter to help me build my look, and to spend time developing a feminine walk, voice, and interest in what girls enjoy: fashion, “chick flicks” , romance novels.
My identity as Henry was being “upgraded” to Holly, a lovely mature lady who loved the role as Jen’s doting mother. Together, we picked out her gorgeous wedding gown – and my pretty MOTB dress. We hugged and cried some more!
That magical day, Jen became Mrs. Timothy Williams, and she was so happy to finally be her man’s wife. I guess you are wondering who gave her away? My late wife’s brother, George did the honors, and he escorted me as well.
I never realized how intoxicating his brown eyes were to look at. Despite knowing full well that I was his sister’s husband, he treated me like a queen. That night, I went home with him and I never left.
A year later, and Jen and I are shopping for MY wedding gown!
A very special 200th post caption :)
This Week In Family Tradition His2Her-story!
June 30, 1953
Battle Creek, Michigan
Six months after news broke of Christine Jorgensen’s amazing “sex change,” Edward “Eleanor” Willis gave his son Blake a few honeymoon pointers.
E: Now sweetie, make sure you have a nice hot dinner ready every night when your man comes home. And don’t forget, I’m looking forward to becoming a grandmother, Barbara.
B: Ummm, Mom, about that, you see, I think it’s not possible…
E: Oh pish posh. Just remember to always buy him boxers and not briefs. And remember, think pink when you’re having…
B: Mother, this is 1953. It’s a new, amazing modern era. But I think the day where a sissy-boy like you and me can get pregnant is a the day men walk on the moon!
E:Maybe some day a man – dressed as a woman – will!
ANNIE'S CAPS: Little Chloe
Little Chloe’s Third Birthday
“Daddy – Pop-Pop– why do we wook wike girls?”
For the first 1000 or so days or my life, I was a quiet little lad named Chad Kershaw. My whole life was my dad Luke and my “pop-pop” Joe.
At that point I had no concept of “organized crime. “ I was blissfully unaware of my grandfather’s role as a district attorney ridding New York of the local mob , or my dad as a heroic DEA agent. And fortunately, I had no idea what death was – and how a hit man had taken my birth mom and “Mom-Mom” from me and had left us three sad males.
Witness protection agents had recast us Kershaw men as mature beauty Julia Morgan, her daughter, pretty single mom Lisa Morgan, and Lisa’s pride and joy, me.
“You’re so precious, my little angel,” Julia cooed in a well-practiced voice. “Chloe, honey, let’s take a picture of you, Mommy, and Mom-Mom, OK?”
Almost 2 decades later , I remember taking that photo with my family. Not only did our new identities keep us safe, it made us closer. My mom and grandma may not have ever been little girls, but they threw all of their love and affection into raising me.
In time, they also sought validation as women. By the time I was ten, both had fallen in love with handsome men, and I enjoyed my frilly flower girl dress at their weddings.
And now it’s my turn to be the beautiful bride. Two sad men and one lonely little boy all turned out to be beautiful, blonde, and the happiest three women you ever known!
MOTB: Lifelong Plans
MOTB Tales
Lifelong Plans
DAVID/DEBRA: You’re so gorgeous sweetheart. It’s been my lifelong dream to be the mother of the bride – oh gosh, I’m so happy for both of us!
NICHOLAS/NATALIE: All your life mom? Gee, until two years ago, you were still my dad, and you never had a daughter until I came out to you…
DEBRA: OK, I know this going to sound weird but… when you were just born and your dear departed first mom went back to work, I dressed in her nightgown and held you as if you were a little girl. I was dreaming of being a MOTB. I also pretended to breast feed you (laughs)
NATALIE: Oh my God, that’s hilarious. I wish you had come out to me as my new mom when I tried on cousin Lisa’s bikini that summer at the lake!
DEBRA: Thank God your Aunt Joan put 2 and 2 together and eventually got us both in dresses.
NATALIE: And set us up on those blind dates. (giggle) Well now we’re girls and we love it. And we love those guys of ours, huh? I still can’t believe Mark asked me to marry him. Now when is Alexander going to do the same to you, Mom?
DEBRA: I have a little mother/daughter secret Natalie. Three months ago, while we were walking on the beach, Alex proposed. I said no – and I strongly suggested that he wait until after I catch your bouquet during your reception.
ANNIE'S CAPS - Draw Your Own Conclusions!
“Hey Dad, do want pancakes or waffles tonight?” Jeremy Schmidt asked his dad Nolan as he strolled into Nolan’s art studio, where the 38 year old single dad eked out a career as a freelance graphic artist.
“Waffles, and it’s awfully nice of you to pitch in son… Oops!” as Nolan dropped several pieces of paper.
“I got it… lucky it’s not smudged, you… wow, Dad… this is that comic I saw in the paper… Kimmie and Charlotte, I think it’s called. Did you… draw this?”
“Uh, no son. I mean I saw it in the paper too, and I liked ths style… so I was just doodling along and”
“Dad… is that… lipstick you’re WEARING?”
Nolan felt shame and could not look Jeremy in the eyes for a minute, but then he sighed and said, “Let’s talk.”
Nolan led Jeremy to the unused third bedroom in their house. He unlocked a cabinet and showed the 10 year old a portfolio of color and B&W sketches of Charlotte Blaine, the beautiful co-protagonist of the strip.
“I have been a cross dressed since before you were born, Jeremy. I feel like a woman inside. By dressing as my femme self, I feel free of the burdens of work, fatherhood, and manliness. I become Naomi Steiner, the creator of Kimmie and Charlotte. I life vicariously through Naomi.”
Nolan began to sob and beg for forgiveness, and Jeremy held him, and he told his dad he had nothing to be shamed of. “Dad, if you are Charlotte in the strip, who is Kimmie? Me? Do you wish I was really a little girl”
Dad faintly smiled as he wiped away his tears. “I’m so proud of you, my son, you are a fine young man. So don’t take this the wrong – but in my daydreams, I always wanted to be a mother to a pretty, happy little girl with whom I could take shopping, style her hair, and teach how to be a young woman, like Charlotte does for Kimmie.”
Jeremy laughed – rather, he giggled. He took out his cell phone and showed Nolan a picture saved on it.
“She’s very pretty – do you have a girlfriend now, son?”
“Naw, Dad. This is Jenna. You may know her mother, Naomi.” Jeremy winked.
Nolan gasped, “You’re beautiful! But how did you get yourself to look like this?”
“My friend Tara – her mom owns a beauty salon. She’s pretty good with the styling herself, and luckily her clothes fit so good. They feel good too. You know, I bet Ms. Pat could do the same for you, Mommy.”
Both of them hugged and cried again.
3 YEARS LATER: Now in syndication in over 5000 newspapers worldwide, Charlotte and Kimmie won Comic Daily of the Year from the World Press Organization. Naomi took Jenna (now 13) to the awards ceremony, and both looked awesome in their gowns.
“So do you miss having your Dad around the house, sweetheart?”
“No way Mom, but I know you enjoy being engaged to George and he’ll be a great stepdad. And I’m looking to being asked to dance at the Junior High cotillion!”
ORIGINAL CAP-FIC "Family Business" pt 5 - CONCLUSION? Rated NC17 ;)
Family Business
starring
Elliott Kline as
Elizabeth Katz
And
Joshua Kline as
Jessica Katz
Original Story by
Annabelle Raven
Images by their rights holders
JESS: Oh yea, and in the morning, we “woke up” Senior with a stereo blowjob! I think we definitely earned that additional $5000 – even if we did have to give a $2500 to that shmuck Stewart! What a ripoff!
LIZ: It’s worth it – I mean, he did save our pretty little asses that night. And he does all of our bookings and background checks. He treats both of us very well, dear, and of course, being the harlots we are, we’re to let him fuck us on off days – he is big boy you know. And Ricky is too, but now he’s busy with studying at the dental school. I miss that kid – very sweet and a great fuck!
JESS: You said it Mom – but getting back to our new business. Kitty Katz Social Club is our new name – cousin Bruce who’s going to be a CPA helped us set up the LLC. Technically, we’re not an escort service because that would be illegal. We are a merely entertainers – that is if you considering having your way with mother and daughter shemales “entertainment.” At $10,000 a night, I think a lot of rich horny guys like our brand of “show business!” We’re very busy little bees – too busy!
LIZ: And that’s why last week, we expanded our business. We’ve brought on some new associates! Come meet the newest members of the “family!”
LIZ: Gentlemen – please meet our new associates. All the way from the Motor City – this is Julian Rockwell and his father Lewis – but you can now refer to them as pretty Miss Jaclyn and her sexy mother Lynette!
JESS: Sexy is right. You know ladies – my mom and i defiunitely take pride in being "chocoholics!"
JACKI: And we take pride in being chocolate candy with “nuts” if you know what I’m sayin! My whole life, Mama and I wished could look this fierce, and get paid to fuck some fine men!
LYN: Baby, you’re right, it’s a dream came true, and we can’t thank you both enough! But I got a question: how the in HELL did two skinny white gurls end up with such big, fat cocks?
LIZ: Very simple dear! It’s in our genetic code! Having a big salami is part of being Jewish! You know, Milton Berle was– so they say – HUGE!
JESS: Enough dick talk! I’m about ready to cream my panties at the site of your ghetto booties! Here’s my idea – let’s hit the club and dance with every stud, then come back our place for a 2 mom, 2 daughter Tgirl “jungle love fuck fest.” Who’s in?
JACKI AND LYN: In!!!
LIZ: You know you don’t have ask me twice! IN!
EPILOGUE (A month later)
LYN: You know, Senator, that’s the first time Jaclyn and I have been asked if we take credit cards. Honey, do you know if we do?
JACKI: I’m really not sure Mama. Let me call text Miss Jessie or Auntie Liz and find out.
LYN: Aw, hell no… look, we’re standing here in the most sinful lingerie – all three of us are going get blue balls waiting to get an answer. Let’s get to fucking and we’ll call them in the morning! Baby, break out the whipped cream! Time for a “hot fudge” sundae – with nuts!
JACKI: (Giggle) Just call us desserts!
Generation Gendergirls: Long Lost "Sisters"
A success story from
GENERATION GENDERGIRLS
“After all these years, we’re now both women – and mommies!”
20 years ago, high school best friends Stewart Dixon and Michael Costa were outcasts and mercilessly picked on as “sissies.” They confided in each other that they would together seek SRS to become the women they felt they were born to be. However, the Dixons moved cross-country the next year, and the friends lost track. In that time, each one of them married a woman, the found themselves as unhappy single dads (Stew’s wife died of cancer, and Michael’s wife was lost to addiction) Both had sons who shared their fathers’ identity crisis.
Through 3G, each family was assisted in transition. Heath and Jack Dixon used to fight constantly, now they are devoted sisters who love their mom with all their hearts. Dennis Costa was caught one day playing with Maria’s clothing “stash” and a heart to heart talk helped the new girls form an unbreakable bomb. Then last summer, a remarkable reunion happened, at the 3G Regional Family Conference.
3G’s marketing director was interview several families for a documentary, when they realized that Serena and Maria were the same age, from the same hometown, and attended the same school. Then the two mommies were introduced to each others’ family. The three young girls had instant chemistry and played with dolls and watched videos – but their parents were oblivious to the other identities until the 3G Special Director let the cat out of the bag. The long lost friends shrieked and sobbed as they hugged each other, reunited after two decades apart.
POSTSCRIPT: Serena and Maria now live as sisters in Texas. They live together, work together as real estate agents, and they even double date together. They also are raising three beautiful girls who love their cousins and aunties as much as they love their mommies.
Annie's Caps - Madame Jae's Ad Campaign
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By spending a night, a weekend, a week, or longer with Madame Jae’s trained experts, our guests create new feminine identities – or bring forth long dormant feelings. By letting go the vanities of masculinity, parents and children bond in ways only mother and daughters can.
LEFT: Penny & Eliza - Portland
Construction worker Elliott fathered Peter on a one night stand. The boy resented not knowing his father. But PENNY loves going shopping with her “mom” ELIZA. They’re planning a trip to Disney next year.
RIGHT:Wanda & Lisa - Long Island
17 year old Lewis had gotten in the wrong crowd, and his dad Warren didn’t know how to reach him. Last week, WANDA and LISA left Madame Jae’s for an exotic cruise where they bonded as mother and daughter. They enjoyed the warm weather, and turning a few heads along the way.
ANNIE'S CAPS - Cowgirl Up!
COWGIRL UP!
To: Clint Roscoe (cowboyclint @lonewolfranch.net)
From: Magnolia Leigh Bailey (sweetmagnolia4u@mjgurlnet.com)
Clint, great news about Bonita Jane and her crazy redneck momma (me, duh) The doctors have cleared both of us after our SRS – so we are finally the girls we were always meant to be. My friend, my baby girl and I cannot express in words the gratitude and love we have for you as you supported us in transition. Especially here in West Texas, where attitudes about a man and his son becoming mother and daughter were less then complementary – hell, it wasn’t safe at times, especially to some backwards thinking snoops in our town.
But of all of the people who knew me as Marcus and Bonnie as Bradley, you were the only one who never wavered in your support. Many nights we sat on the back porch as we poured our hearts out to you. Never once did you judge us or leave us cold. You are truly a special special man – I’m tearing up as I write this.
Now that Bonnie Jane is a woman (both 21 this week and has the right plumbing) , we both agree that you deserve a nice reward, cowboy. The night you held me when I cried, and I kissed you, I knew that I wanted you to be the man who made me a woman – YOUR woman.
And you saw the sparks fly when Bonnie met your cousin Jay last year. It’s safe to say that the Bailey girls and the Roscoe men will be spending a lot more time together. Can you boys handle us? ;)
Cya soon darling
Maggie Leigh
Annie's Caps: Tan Lines
Michael Reed never thought he’d be so happy. At age 14, he was so thin and frail, he knew his chance at happiness as a male was slim and none. He tried so hard to please his Dad by becoming a good athlete and a fine young man, but it was obvious to both Michael and to his dad John Reed that the boy consider a new path in his life – the life of a beautiful young girl.
Consulting with doctors and therapists, John devoted his energy to creating a new life for Michael- as Mindy. However, because of the backwards county they lived in, it was suggested that they wait until moving to the West Coast before Mindy “debuted”. So for 2 months before school let out, Michael was forced to be a boy in school, waiting until getting home to “test drive” by styling his long blonde hair or practice with makeup.
In May, John let Mike order a new wardrobe online but it was agony for Mindy not to go to school in girlish skirts and heels. Mike also noticed that John also ordered some stuff that would need for their new desert condo – must be pots and pans and linens and stuff.
Finally, in June, they made the trip out west, and Mindy was unofficially born 30 miles on the road.
When they got to their new home, Mindy couldn’t wait to try out her new bikini and experience her first “tan line.” Mindy seemed like any other preteen cutie who caught the eye of the local boys. She smiled and chatting with them, already confident in her role as a flirty girl.
After a few hours, she was ready to leave the pool and make dinner for Dad when she was approached by an attractive woman with blonde hair under her straw hat, wearing a sarong.
“Hi sweetie, mind if your momma joins you for a little sun?”
Mindy almost shrieked at the sight of her dad – only dad must have been hiding that womanly boobs for a while.
“It’s a fresh start for both of us, Mindy,” John – now calling herself Juliette – “and when we were looking at all those clothes online, I decided that I wanted some summer dresses and sandals for myself. I also ordered this,” as Juliette showed Mindy a medicine bottle . Gesturing to her chest, “This is how I got these, and soon, baby girl, we’ll both have these and long legs and cute tushies – and we’ll be happy little ladies, and the boys will be watching us tan. And we’ll watch them watch us.”
Mindy bear-hugged her newly feminized parent, and whispered, “Mommy I love you! “ and then looked at Juliette and said with a smirk. “Oh my gosh…. we’re both going to have tan lines!”
Hand in hand, mother and daughter walked to their home, dreaming of the special kind of future a pair of sexy blondes can have.
Las Chicanas part 2
Las Chicanas
What would you do to save your father's life - and your own?
A Story by Annabelle Raven
“Awesome, mama, I think I may be alternate cheer captain, it’s either going to be me, Mary Leigh Russo, or Desiree Lewis!”
“Oh, baby, I’m so PROUD of you!” gushed Maria as Alicia blushed. “Your last report card, the letter from San Carolina College, and of course, Tony’s ring. And of course, high marks of the RLT!”
“High marks for both of us, mother dear!” the cute teen giggled, so infectiously that her parent had to join her.
Then Alicia asked, “Should I congratulate you for Dr. Mike as well as well? I saw him leave as I came in, and I said hello.”
Despite her olive toned skin, Maria’s face went ashen. Like her boss, she stuttered and nervously stated, “I... I didn’t know that he was here in…”
“Mom. Dr. Mike said he was dropping off some work. Now it’s Thursday, and I know you wouldn’t dare do work stuff on our night – and I don’t see any files here, so that leads me to think that he was here...”
Cutting her daughter off, Maria turned to stir the pot and said curtly, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Mom, it’s OK, look if there’s anyone who knows what’s at stake here...”
“I said I don’t want to talk about, Alicia. Don’t ask me again, please!”
Trying hard not to look hurt, Alicia put her hands on her hips and looked her mother in the eye. Maria tried to avoid eye contact, but once she looked into her child’s bright eyes, a wall broke down in her soul, and the floodgates opened wide in her heart. And then the tears started. As they would several times that night, the two women hugged each other, as they remembered how far they had gone.
As they would several times that night, the two women hugged each other, as they remembered how far they had gone. But with two pots boiling and Maria’s cell phone buzzing, they looked at each other, and decided that their big talk was going to wait until after dinner. A decision was made to TiVo the first show – a tough call since they loved and admired America and Salma so much for their beauty and their status as Latina role models – but in the end, McDreamy and McSteamy won out.
Alicia as usual had an idea. “Let’s put on our fancy, mama!”
Maria cocked her head in surprise, “Baby, why not our usual robes and nighties, that’s what we usually wear.”
“This is special, I want to remember the night I became your daughter. And you became my mother. The greatest night of our lives – so far. The dishes can wait.”
Maria grinned, and kissed her baby girl on the cheek, then each woman rushed to her room. 45 minutes later, two spectacularly glamorous and enticing females walked into their living room. Maria in her bright pink strapless gown, Alicia similarly in chartreuse yellow. Hose and strappy heels and jewelry completed the look. Alicia took her mother’s hands and gushed at her sexiness.
“Remember when we went out to dinner like this, just the two of us, to the best four star restaurant in town? We were SO hot, mommy – and we still are!” Alicia winked.
Maria laughed and playfully sighed, “Several people called us sisters. And several men – OLDER MEN – wanted to pick us up! As your umm, parent… I had to make sure you weren’t sending the wrong signals, and then it still so new to me, I didn’t know what signals I was sending!”
They laughed and sat down on their comfy coach. Alicia leaned on Maria’s soft shoulder as her mother stroked her face. Maria’s eyes were watering on the verge.
“Mama, what’s going between you and Dr. Mike? The truth, please.”
In a halting little girl voice, Maria said, “It – started two weeks ago, when you cheerleaders traveled to North Wood for the baseball tournament. I worked late with… Miguel and we decided to get a bite to eat at Esmerelda’s. He drove me back here and something – clicked – and...” Maria looked down shamefully. Then she cried, “You know what I am, Alejandro? I am a fucking puto! I now have a girl’s tits, a girl’s ass, and I’m wearing this dress...” before sobbing and being unable to continue.
Alicia, also crying, hugged Maria tightly and began to refute her claim. “Mama! You are not a homosexual! And neither… neither I am! We are women! We may not have had our... our final therapy yet, but soon we will. But it doesn’t matter. We’re women. It doesn’t matter what body parts we have!”
“No! Baby, today before you came in, he had on the bed, on my hands and knees with my panties down. I didn’t have a... a VAGINA, like a real woman does. He put himself… coz I told him it was that time of the month… he FUCKED me in the ass, Ali! That’s what they did to me in prison too. I’m still the sissy fag bitch that I was in Dos Rios. The only difference is that instead of being impaled by gangbangers and murderers, I was being a slut for the richest and handsomest dentist in Palm River. I’m not your mom, I’m your dad, and I’m a gay drag queen homo slut with fake tits and a fancy dress!”
With a patience and grace beyond her years, Alicia held Maria’s shaking form until the strongest sobs subsided. Then she held her parent’s head in her delicate hands, and fighting back her own emotions, she laid down the law for Maria.
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