Why frogs?

Before I get started on this topic, I feel I must apologize for the delay since my last blog entry. As has already been stated in a previous entry, I had to have a cat put to sleep recently. In addition, I’ve been having some severe financial problems. The combination of these factors made it hard for me to write anything. But it’s been over a month now, and I’m going to try getting back to creating entries for this blog.

Sometimes, it will just occur to me to commission an idea of a transformation. As I write this, I’m having the urge to have art done of a particular super-heroine done as a morph between girl and frog.

Why are frogs so popular as creatures for people to be turned into? I did some research online and discovered that frog transformation stories go back at least to Roman times. (It was the Romans, via Aesop, who also came up with the idea of the frogs who wished for a king. Look it up if you aren’t familiar with it.) I posted the basic question on my deviantART website here: https://www.deviantart.com/fmtfluver And I got this answer from chained knee: “Because they are usually considered ugly critters?  So it would be a punishment for someone who is vain or a test of someone who loved the TFed?”

That could be part of it, though it depends greatly on the frog. A bullfrog can be repulsive to human eyes, unless you’re a herpetologist. But there are many breeds of frog (over 7,000 different kinds altogether) with colors that make them quite beautiful. (Beware, though: Some of the most colorful frogs are also quite poisonous.) It is the frog cousin, the toad, which tends to be more unattractive to us.

There is a difference in size. The largest frog known is the goliath frog, the body of which by itself can be over 12.5 inches long and weigh in excess of seven pounds. That would certainly give pause to anyone who encountered it.

There is the frog diet. Going from human food to bugs (and other frogs as well) would certainly be unpleasant to any part of the brain that was still human. And having to spend your life in a pond wouldn’t be much fun. (Let’s assume that our turned-into-a-frog subject still mostly has a human mind for the rest of this little essay.) And it’s terrifying for the frog to ponder how it’s on the menu for a lot of other creatures in the wild, including people. I’ve eaten frog legs once in my life. Among other things, I had a problem with felling the frog’s knees as I nibbled on the bones.

In fact, I think one reason people like to imagine transformation into a frog is that the frog body is similar to a human’s. You still have arms and legs with joints, eyes and mouth roughly where they are on a human face. True, you get where you need to go by hopping or swimming, but movement is basically achieved without too much adjustment.

There are differences. I learned that the tongues of most (all?) frogs are attached to the front of the roof of the mouth. When the tongue is used to catch prey, it flips out backwards. And there’s a stickiness that aids in the snatching. (I’ve got a feeling I’m going to be hearing from several frog fans about what I’ve gotten wrong.)

I’ve had many frog-women done over the years, and nearly every one of them is busy with her tongue. (Many of these are from my dART gallery.)

I just learned that you still have your tonsils!

I wish I hadn’t taken THAT phone call!
Evil little rascal.
Yes, this artist probably WAS too young to draw this picture@!

These last two pictures were some of the earliest transformation art I ever commissioned. With the one just above, which I called “Begging frog,” I learned artists don’t necessarily have references for animals, nor do they have the initiative to go out and find references. Among other things, the artist who drew this only gave her half of a frog’s legs. As I’ve already said, frog legs aren’t that different from human legs. They have knees and can elongate the legs to achieve hopping. And, while I asked for the clothing to include shoes, I don’t know why the artist seemed to think the footwear should look like a cross between high-button and sensible shoes.

But I digress.

Thirty-two years ago, I got it in my head to do a modern day telling of a frog-princess story as a comic-book script. I finished the story, but it was never published. I posted it to my deviant art website here: https://www.deviantart.com/fmtfluver/art/The-Year-of-the-Frog-444925525 And I learned a lot while researching this story. For example, if a frog were kissed, its reaction would probably be to pee on whoever was kissing it. This is a frog defense mechanism, something that keeps the frog from being eaten by making itself taste bad.

I also must share this piece from another dART artist, TKDoherty. This is part of a sequence where a princess kisses a frog to find it’s really another princess. But then the former frog demonstrates why Princess 1 isn’t that bad off:

There are stories and essays about frogs somehow representing sexual organs. Why this is so, I don’t know. Frogs are asexual. The female secretes eggs, the male fertilizes them. That’s it.

Year ago, I wrote a short story in which the lustful Princess Madonna decides to find out what it feels like when other species have sex. She gained the power to change into whatever animal she mentions, and then change back by having the animal make its sound three times. (Yes, I used the same basic idea in my story “The Mouse Queen.”) But, eventually, she changes herself into a frog, but it’s a species which has no vocal chords. So she’s screwed. Or not, as the case may be.

Then, there are frogs that, when they stop being tadpoles, shed their skin and eat it. That might be a way of getting yourself fresh, clear skin after changing back.

While I’m at it, there are two young adult books I must mention. One is Confessions of a Teenage Frog. This is one of the best novels dealing with transformation I’ve ever read. It is the second in a four-book series about Samantha Slade, a girl who babysits for two children from an Addams-like family. In this book, Samantha is talked into taking a potion for greatness. But, instead, whenever she tries to be great, she turns into a frog. Yes, she goes back and forth several times from human to frog in the book. (She’s running for class president.) She has her human mind the entire time. And how she deals with the situation is fascinating.

The other is actually a series of books, The Frog Princess books by Ed Baker. These were the basis for The Princess and the Frog, though they were thoroughly Disney-ized for the movie.

I have also, several times, run across an animated version of the folk tale “The Frog Princess.” I think it was done in Europe, but I’m not sure. One scene in this does an excellent job of showing the Princess’ face going from human to frog. Maybe someday I can add the scene to the blog.

We’ve gotten a start, but there’s a lot more to discuss on THIS subject. As always, I look forward to hearing from all of you in response to this post.

Were-Beasts

“Ah’m the werewolf o’ th’ Old West! ‘N’ ah kin rip yuh apart, chew yer biggest steer ta bits, ‘n’ gen’r’ly raise all the hell ah want t’ raise! And ain’t no one can do anythin’ t’ stop me, ’cause ain’t nothin’ kin kill me, ‘cept a silver bullet! So what makes you think I gots t’ be scared o’ you or your Injun friend, masked man?”

Forgive me for that little, probably failed, attempt at humor. But I thought it might be a cute introduction to this subject,

When it comes to transformations, few, if any, are more popular than werewolves. Any blog or round-robin tale (cyoc.net) or sites for transformation stories is going to have a tale of lycanthropy or two — or LOTS. Maybe it will be the kind of werewolf that only transforms under the full moon. (There’s a minor debate over if that’s four, three, or only one night a month.) Maybe it will be the kind that can occur whenever the subject wants it to occur (<i>The Howling</i>). It can be the result of a curse or an experiment.

I recently watched An American Werewolf in Paris. I was a little disappointed by it, as I thought it was going to be about the daughter of An American Werewolf in London. Nope, it was another American kid who escapes with a lycanthrope-caused injury and then turns into a werewolf himself. He is joined in this by a female werewolf, but we don’t see as much of her as we do him. (And there’s an entire pack of werewolves involved in this story.) I thought it was okay, and (mild spoiler here), it had a happy ending, something you rarely see in werewolf movies.

I much preferred the London story. It had some nice touches to it, such as the werewolf being haunted by his victims’ ghosts and being told the hauntings will continue until the one causing the deaths is himself killed.

In looking over some of the werewolf stories written in round-robin transformation stories (Choose Your Own Change, Fiction Branches), one appeal to the writers seems to be the werewolf having a harem made up of women that the main werewolf has turned himself. I remember one story I read where the harem was made up of his mother’s female co-workers, including the lady boss, and, oh, yes, the mother herself.

I think mostly it is the wildness of the werewolf life that appeals to fans. Being able to hunt, to run, maybe to avoid death if you go with the silver bullet idea. (Other versions have the werewolf being able to be killed like any other animal, a normal bullet, a mortal injury.)

I very much liked the original Howling, with its encampment of werewolves, some trying to live peacefully among humans, others giving that up to prey on whatever animal they come across, including Homo Sapiens. And, as someone who prefers seeing women transforming, the high point of Howling was seeing Dee Wallace, the future mom of E.T, turning into a werewolf. I thought the make-up job was very well done.

But then, there’s also my dislike of transformed people being killed. This is a BIG problem with werewolf stories. As I said earlier, werewolf stories usually don’t have happy endings. Movie people especially seem to believe the most satisfying ending of a werewolf movie is for the werewolf to die.

Then, there is the fact that so few werewolves are female. I devoted an entire blog entry to the disappointment of She-Wolf of London. Chloe Grace Moritz was briefly seen as a teenage werewolf in the Dark Shadows movie. But most werewolves are male. (For an excellent essay on this situation, to here: https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-great-female-werewolves )

Below is a still from the movie In the Company of Wolves, which some people love and others are “It turns into ‘Little Red Who?'” Say what you will about the movie, it did a nice job of portraying a she-wolf in her human form.

1984 — Actress Danielle Dax on the set of “Company of Wolves”. — Image by © Sunset Boulevard/Corbis

I heard from a couple of people when I asked for feedback about werewolves. One was  SenorIncognito69, who wondered if I was going to deal with other were beasts. He was particularly interested in the 1982 remake of Cat People with Malcolm Mcdowell and Nastassja Kinski. “It’s probably the only full TF tale made into film so far and that has some merit and deserves recognition,” he said. But we agreed it featured a kind of transformation we don’t like, where the change to the animal happens under the skin, until the cat bursts out through the skin and leaves it behind in shreds.

And, I got an e-mail from Anthony Spotts on deviantArt. He said “Personally, I’m a fan of the ‘unaware/unexpected’ transformation.  The woman who forgot it was a full moon, or doesn’t keep track of it well, or doesn’t know she is a werewolf until she gazes on the moon.  Part of it is because the fear of the change, but also because it usually involves growing and ripping out of whatever they were wearing when they change.

“If I were to have a preference beyond the physical transformation, I have a slighter preference for one where she remains somewhat personality-wise close to her human side – maybe a bit more aggressive, sexual or impulsive (a la the older Savage She-Hulk comics) but still able to access memories or thoughts of her base self.  Though depending on the work, a feral change is alluring in the danger aspects.

“Story wise, the works of MrCharlieBaker on DeviantArt (particularly his short “Delays”) and Cursebearer are very good – a lot of focus on the mental and physical transformation.  I also am a Patreon subscriber to WereWorld, who is currently doing a couple comics about a young woman who finds out she’s a werewolf.  It’s a little bloodier than many people care for, but it’s pretty good.”

Forty-seven years ago, my local library got a book titled Werwolves by Elliot O’Donnell, which had stories from all over the world. I was particularly intrigued by learning of a Russian folk legend, the vargamor or vargamoor, a woman who has a bond with wolves, were- or otherwise. I’m surprised no one has used this legend as a basis for a movie.

But I recognize we’ve only scratched the surface when discussing werewolves. Anyone who would like to add to this conversation, please feel free to do so.

And, where I started this entry with my silly little story, I can think of no better way to end it than this:

Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night,

May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and Autumn moon is bright.

Roli Poli, 2007 – 2019

Forgive me for posting this. It doesn’t have anything to do with transformation. But it’s my blog and I want to share with all of you.

My dear panda cat friend, Roli Poli, had to be put to sleep today.  Last August, he was diagnosed with diabetes.  The last two days, he had become lethargic and wasn’t eating.  I took him into the vet today, and they found that his diabetes had evolved into another kind that would eventually cause damage to both the liver and the kidneys.  A treatment would’ve involved injecting him with glucose 12 times a day.  He would’ve had to have gone to an animal hospital and the treatment would’ve been over $1,000 — and it still might not have worked.  And one way or another, there would’ve been a lot of suffering.

Roli (and his older brother, Clayton, who is still with me and in apparent good health) joined me on November 13, 2008.  Cats are supposed to be curious, and that was Roli Poli through and through.  He had to explore every inch of my trailer several times over.  Many times, he made his way to the top of the entertainment center, a place where he liked to survey his surroundings and nap.  His favorite toys were milk jug rings,  Every now and then, he and Clayton liked to go outside.  I’d go with them to make sure they didn’t wander too far away.  Their favorite thing outside was to go under the other trailers near mine.

The two of them got along remarkably well.  They’d have their occasional wrestling matches, but it also was not unusual to find them curled up against each on a chair or in their cat bed, grooming each other and sharing naps.

I only had Roli Poli for 11 years, the shortest I’ve had any cat that passed because of natural causes.  (I once had one cat that lived to be 20.)  And, to me, one of the rules of life is that, no matter how long you have any pet, it isn’t long enough.

Right now, Clayton is stretched out in from of my monitor.  I don’t think he’s missed Roli yet.  I don’t look forward to the time when he will realize he’s gone.

In two weeks, Roli will be cremated and his ashes put into an urn.  He will spend his years with me for however many I have left myself.

You were a good boy, Roli Poli.  I’ll miss you.

God bless you all, and, if you have a pet or pets, give them a hug.


Who to transform?

I had a comment about the entry “My first TF fantasy.” The person commenting said that I was “kinda brave to do that with someone I knew.” (In this entry, I talked about imagining my Third Grade teacher being hypnotized into stripping down to her black-lace skivvies and behaving like a dog.)

I have never really thought about it before. I started out imagining this teacher undergoing a mental transformation. Over the years, I’ve imagined some of my more attractive teachers, some of my female classmates, my therapist (the only one I’ve ever talked about this with), friends’ moms, sisters, and other females I’ve known personally being transformed somehow or other.

For a long time, I fantasized about female celebrities undergoing transformations. When I was between grades seven and eight, a friend teased me about my always watching the NBC news break that followed The Match Game, saying I must have a crush on Nancy Dickerson, one of the few female newscasters of the time. I didn’t say anything to him, but I realized I did find her attractive. Knowing that she was a reporter, combined with Lois Lane’s stories where she would occasionally be transformed, and I started to imagine newswomen being transformed, many times on camera.

But I was alway willing to look at a woman, maybe one I knew, maybe not, and imagine her changing in some way. I wouldn’t tell them about it, but I did it a lot. I dated a lovely African-American woman for years, and I told her of my fantasy. But, though she tried to indulge me with a little role-playing, she never got my fantasy quite right.

I also liked to imagine adding fantasy to TV shows that didn’t have it. One of my favorites was imaging Ann Marie, Marlo Thomas’ character on That Girl, crossing over to Bewitched. My fantasy with her was that Darrin needed something like a baby or an animal for an ad campaign and Tabitha, trying to help her father, changed Ann into whatever was needed. (I can also remember a dream in which Ann was slowly turning into a donkey. I don’t remember much about it, save for Ann growing a tail and long ears.)

Another I liked to imagine was the original One Day at a Time with another Ann, Bonnie Franklin’s Ann Romano. In these fantasies, Ann’s ad agency was competing with McMann & Tate, Darrin’s agency. Serena shows up to help “Darwin” and transforms Ann and her daughters into different things.

For a few months, not too long ago, I was exchanging e-mails with someone who liked to fantasize about his wife being transformed. I wrote a few original stories about that for him, and he loved them. But I haven’t heard from him for a couple of months now, and, when I try to e-mail him, I get a return e-mail saying there was a “Permanent Error.” I’m worried his wife found out about his fantasies and, among other things, made him cancel the e-mail account.

Anyway, to those reading this, I’d like to ask who your earliest transformation fantasies were about. (I know a lot of metamorphilics mainly like to imagine themselves transforming into cats, dog, horses, whatever. If that’s your situation, fine, but this post won’t do much for you.) Did you just make up someone to be transformed? Or did you fantasize about someone you knew? Please share. Change the names to protect the innocents, but, please share.

Is the blog “lewd?”

Two days ago, I got a response to an invitation to look at this blog. The response was to not use the other dARTist’s site to “advertise” for “lewd” material as the other dARTist was trying to keep things rated PG-13.

This took me by surprise. As anyone who has ever looked over postings in this blog knows, I have some photos and art in here of women who are nude. But lewd? I’ve always been of the opinion that nudity is not automatically porn. I’ve felt my postings here aren’t porn but erotica. There is a difference.

I have a lot of stuff that might be considered R-rated. But I never post anything I think of as obscene. Over the last two – three decades I found myself no longer following a good number of men’s magazines I used to enjoy. I did so because they seemed to intent on transitioning from men’s magazines to gynecologists’ textbooks, something I’m not into. And I don’t ask for art or photos such as that.

I guess what I’m asking is, should I remove the more adult photos or art from the blog? Please, what followers I have, let me know. Do the photos upset or offend anyone? I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable visiting my blog?

My first TF fantasy

I can remember the first time I fantasized about transforming someone. I was in Third Grade, which would’ve been about 1961 – 1962. (Yeah, I’m THAT old!) I had been reading in an encyclopedia or somewhere about hypnotism. And there was a paragraph about how someone could be made to believe they were a dog. The description told about the subject getting on all fours, maybe they’d be panting, maybe they could even be made to think that they were infested with fleas.

The article mentioned what I now know to be post-hypnotic suggestion. With that, you could hypnotize someone so that, upon hearing a certain sound or word, they would instantly fall under a hypnotic spell and act as you wanted them to act.

At about the same time, my brother, who was seven years older than I was, began bringing into the house a magazine called Playboy. While I, of course, noticed the women who were wearing nothing at all, there was one photo in particular that I noticed of a woman in her underthings, but they were a different kind of underthing than I was familiar with. My family got the Sears catalogs, and those had pictures of women in girdles. They seemed to go from over the belly to mid-thigh, like a pair of very tight white shorts, to go with their white bra, maybe a slip.

But the woman in the photo in Playboy was wearing a black top and panties, no girdle. There was a kind of nice pattern in these. Plus, she had some sort of straps on her thighs that were holding up her stockings.

Not long after I read about hypnosis and saw the photo in Playboy, I was in school, and I started to notice my teacher. It’s been a long time since I even saw my school yearbook for that time. But I recall the teacher being reasonably pretty, maybe a few wrinkles on her face, but nice to look at, with reddish-brown hair.

When the bell rang to let us know that it was time for classes to begin, I began to imagine my teacher, when the bell rang, suddenly throwing off her dress, getting on her hands and knees on the floor, and barking like a dog. She didn’t take off all of her clothes. She was dressed in the same set of bra, panties, and nylons like the woman in the photo in Playboy.

Or, maybe, what set her off was the bell for lunch. Again, she mentally turned dog and stripped down to her undies. And I would bring her a can of dog food, or maybe a bowl of dry food that she would happily wolf down.

But then, the bell to end lunch hour would ring. Her expression on her face would change, and, suddenly, she’d be herself again. She might still be eating. But she’d realize she was not dressed as a teacher should be dressed in front of her students. Or, maybe the bell would signal her to perform tricks, perhaps beg for a doggie treat.

I learned to end those fantasies very quickly or it could lead to great embarrassment for myself in class. But the fantasies would follow me home, and, a couple of times, cause some very nice dreams.

I had seen stories on television where someone is transformed in some way or other. And, of course, there were comic book stories. At the time, there were some Casper and Wendy stories I really liked.

But this was the first time my imagination led to some fantasies that I would come to appreciate more in the years to come. And, I suspect, the same would happen (maybe in different ways) for others who became aware of their fantasies.

Transgender and the Transformation fetish

I just had someone read “The Transformation Fetish” who left this comment:

transgender people aren’t a fetish are you out of your mind

No, I’m as sane as anyone doing a blog about transformation can be.

And I recognize that there are many people for whom transgender is not a fetish but a way of life. If you’re one of them, good for you!

But, I’ve also learned over the years that there are people who like to fantasize about TG, but aren’t interested in actually changing genders themselves. (Similarly, I’ve also read there are transvestites who are not gay. They’re men who like the feel of women’s clothing, but they like to experience it as men.)

There is a lot of fiction out there written by these people. And a lot of it is, let’s face it, spooge. The average story of this kind goes like this:

A big, dumb jock, usually a bully, picks on any guy he thinks doesn’t live up to the jock’s standard of manhood. And he just barely has any respect for women.

Then, he does something like pick on the husband or a brother or whatever of a woman. The woman has magical powers. And she turns the jock female. This may happen to him in the shower by the men’s locker room. He runs to his locker to get dressed, and finds all of his clothes have turned into lacy, frilly, “sissy” things. Some of his fellow jocks hit on him, and he starts to dress in sexy things to please them. Eventually he marries and moves in with one of them, his IQ drops even lower, he truly becomes an out and out bimbo, and he settles down to be a good little housewife and mother!

That’s a fetish, turning a man into a woman against his will and making him be treated as he has always thought a woman should be treated.


(Somewhere, I’ve got a story I was working on about a man, an aspiring comics artist, who is on his way to a comic book show. Along the way, he makes a wish to be the most noticed artist there. The wish comes true and, first day of the show, he wakes up to discover that he has not only turned into woman, he has become a Bill Ward drawing come to life! I ran into a block with it, but I had several people compliment me on it and tell me it did not follow the path of similar such stories. And they want to see me finish it. If I can find the draft so far, I may do so.)

Now, what is NOT a fetish is someone who feels they were born in a body that’s the wrong gender for them. They are the other sex and they want to be that gender physically. Not all of them can afford the operation, and some don’t want to go through with it. But some of them will have it done. One of the best examples these days is Nicole Maines, who plays Nia Nal on Supergirl, billed as the first transgender super-heroine on television. She is a wonderful character and I look forward to seeing more of her.

So, sometimes, probably most of the time, transgender is not part of the transformation fetish. But, sometimes, it is.