Sometimes, when I see a pose in a photo (or commission one), it isn’t what other see. Back in 2005, I was a member of APA-5. An APA (they may still be around) was a club, an Amateur Press Association, where you would put together your own fanzine, make as many copies as there were members (usually a few more in case of accidents) and send them to a Central Mailer, who would then assemble the various zines and send out the collected editions to the members. We would read what everyone else had to say, then put together our next zines with comments on the others. The finished zines would go off to the central mailer again, and the process would be repeated.
At holiday time, the head of APA-5 would request everyone to include images that could inspire responses from the other members. As I was a writer, I’d put a list together. (One response to one of my suggestions that I liked was “Jeannie’s bottle washes up on Gilligan’s Island.” The response was a drawing showing Gilligan holding the stopper from the bottle as a cloud with a pair of eyes appeared. My feeling was that the next action would be Gilligan dropping the bottle and the stopper and running away yelling “Skipper! Skipper!” But they STILL wouldn’t get off the island!)
But in 2005, I decided to paste in some pin-up photos that could have stories written for them. I also included this photo, which was something I commissioned from a young lady in Canada:
When I got the responding mailing of APA-5, there was one member who complained “She looks WAY too young to be posed like THAT!” He then quit the club, leaving me to look to the other members as if I were indulging in kiddie porn.
Well, first, the age of this woman when she posed for this was 23. And, I don’t know what my accuser thought, but I had this girl in a story like what follows:
Dry. Everything was so dry. She had explored as much f her surroundings as she could, and she found no wet. She did like the cockroach and the daddy longlegs that she encountered, they helped keep up her spirit and her strength.
But she couldn’t even remember how she got here. She remembered being enveloped in dry, dry like so much of the other dry she’d found.
Then a pair of human-poles appeared by her, and one of them grabbed her with her front-toes. She was s terrified to be lifted from the dry and placed on another dry, a springy kind of dry. Then the other human-pole pointed a stick at her, stick that glowed as the man-pole made strange sounds.
The springy dry began to slide under her. No, she was sliding over it! The green and the wet of her skin changed and she enlarged! Human took over her mind, and she remembered everything! She had been turned into a frog! She was Phu, the babysitter to the two little girls standing by the bed she was crouched on. The little girls who had turned her into the frog! Now, she was squatting on top of the bed of one of them. And she was naked! She had shrunk out of her clothes!
Phu was angry, terrified, and ready to scold the girls. But the, she saw, they were both crying!
“Phu!” said one of them. “We’re SORRY! We love you!”
“We didn’t mean to make you a frog! We thought the wand was out of power! Please don’t be mad!”
“And please don’t tell anyone about us! If you do, we’ll have to go away!”
Phu was amazed that her anger was going away. She saw on the edge of bed and explored her body. She cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples, making sure they were back to normal. She stood and let her hands slide down her sides and through her long, silky hair. Then, she turned away from the girls (she didn’t mind that she was giving them a good look at her butt, which she was quite proud of) and probed herself with her fingers to make sure ALL of her was itself again.
She faced the girls, who were holding out her clothes. She made herself smile as she took her panties and began to slide her legs through them. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I understand this was a — an accident. And I won’t tell, no one would believe me and I don’t want you girls to have to go away.”
Everyone was smiling as Phu put on her bra. Then, a small moth fluttered by. A long tongue slid from between Phu’s lips, snagged the moth, and whipped it into Phu’s mouth. At first, everyone was dismayed, but Phu had seen the incident in a mirror on the other side of the room. And Phu began to laugh. The girls joined her.
“Don’t worry, Phu,” they said in unison. We’ll get that fixed, too.”
So THAT’S what the pose was to my mind, and nothing else.
TransformationStation 