Sunday 26 March 2017

(126) Here To Stay,


Paul finally resigned his efforts and let the massive mammaries drop. Normally he would have relished the opportunity to manhandle such beauties for an hour and a half but now they were glued to his own chest they were a humiliating undesired problem. He had pulled, twisted and bathed but nothing would shift them. He knew his girlfriend had access to some very potent solvents from where she worked and he now realised he would have to do as she said to obtain the solvent if he was going to get these falsies off and not to mention the annoying blonde wig also applied with the same adhesive.
 Damn her! So he would ask her to wear low cut tops and had hinted at implants, and maybe he did look at her chest rather than here face, and of course his roving eye that had sparked the argument last night. He might also have considered his remarks about women knowing what they were doing hanging them out there. But should she have drugged him and performed this transformation?
 Well, that would be a topic for tonight he simmered as he reread her text.  Time was getting on he had only forty minutes to get to the bar to meet up with her. Rockies a seedy little joint across town.
 Paul sighed and looked at the only clothes left for him. A short denim skirt, pantyhose and tight control panties which he just knew was going to crush his dick and balls all night. Low heels and a plain white tee-shirt completed the things he would have to don. No bra he noticed.
 His girlfriend was going to get it as soon as he got out of this mess. But until then he was at her mercy. Nervously he left the apartment hoping upon hope nobody he knew would see him like this.
 He would be disappointed the bar was full of his and her friends. Plus it was wet Tee shirt night at Rockies and Paula's name was down on the list of entrants. Would he hang them out there or be stuck with his new look forever?

Sunday 19 March 2017

R,I,P Chuck Berry.

(125) Distraught D I Y Damsel

I have had a very busy week giving the Man made woman estate a long overdue session. Digging out fence posts putting in fence posts, grass cutting, pruning digging things out and cutting things down.
Then on to the house spring cleaning and putting in new(ish) kitchen cabinets.
I am bruised battered cut and tired. As you may gather I am very bad at D I Y.
Well at least in one unhappy moment I did come up with the idea for this caption.


Iron Butterfly - 1971-04-16 - In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida

Tuesday 7 March 2017

(124) Nursed Back To?

A new post at last. Sorry again for the delays. You never know this could become a regular thing.