Toying with the therapist

I posted a GREATLY condensed version of this story last November, based on a photo shoot I commissioned decades ago. It is another therapist transformation story, but, this time, with a LOT more photos to it, and many of the photos dealing with my case of what I call BennyHill-itis.

I think I should explain here why I like to transform psychiatrists, psychologists, and psychotherapists so much. I think it goes back to this: This is from the June 1967 issue of Playboy. At that time, Playboy had an ongoing series, “Sex in the Cinema.” Several times a year, they’d have a pictorial about the times when movies had more risqué themed and scenes in them. (Sex in the Cinema still shows up, usually in the last and first Playboys of the year to cover the hotter movies and stars of the year.) The photo that the link above links to was very arousing to me, and especially imprinted the idea of a woman with her legs crossed and naked, as if her clothes had vanished. I have ever since found a legs-crossed nude sexy, and you’ll see a lot of that in this photo story.

For several years, starting in 1971, I saw a psychologist for reasons of depression and tension that led to severe stomach pain. (A quick classification here that I learned from an issue of Psychology Today that I read in the waiting room for my psychologist. A psychiatrist is a licensed medical doctor who can prescribe medication for a patient and prescribe treatment. A psychologist is licensed and can suggest and analyze, but they cannot prescribe mediation. A psychotherapist does not need a license and can suggest therapies.) And, yes, I told her about my fetish, which she found fascinating. I had the occasional dreams that I told her about, including one where she turned into a black poodle and another where I made her breasts grow in size.

The woman in these photos looks something like my psychologist. She had long hair, parted in the middle. Her breasts (no, I never saw them uncovered) weren’t large, weren’t flat, they were somewhere in-between .

I have decided to make the woman in my story a psychotherapist to allow me a little leeway to make her less than professional. I have another photo story in my blog about a teacher where, as it was originally written, someone said she didn’t deserve what was done to her. This one, I hope. is one where the subject gets her proper just desserts.

I hope Everyone enjoys this one. Be warned, LOTS of nudity in this one.

June Mettler tried hard to keep a serious face whenever “Lady Circe” had a session. She knew that, here before her was a true LOON! Her “Ladyship” sometimes treated their sessions like a confessional. But WHAT confessions! She had turned a lady cop into a horse! A lawyer into a goat that ate all of his legal files! And a leg model was now a hybrid of human and slug! At least, that’s what Lady Circe said.

Lately, June had tried to get Lady Circe to demonstrate her magic. To no surprise, Lady Circe said she couldn’t do any magic right now. For her transgressions in such casual, magical punishments, the other magical lords and ladies had stripped her of any magic for a month. Today, Lady Circe had promised she would have her magic powers again and would give June a demonstration. June couldn’t wait to see how Lady Circe got out of that promise.

The session began and Lady Circe promised to start with something mild. When June asked her to do magic, Lady Circe said she already had. June was confused, and she knew something was not right. But she couldn’t put her finger on what it was There was something strange about her feet. as if she was no longer wearing shoes. But that was silly.

Lady Circe began to smile, almost a smirk, at June.

“You’re looking extra lovely today,” said Lady Circe.

“Thank you,” said June, brushing off the compliment. She knew Lady Circe to be bisexual, had even claimed to have changed the genders of her partners with her “magic.” Lady Circe, thought June, was out there!

The feeling that something wrong increased inside June. She noticed Lady Circe was staring at June’s legs. June glanced down at herself to make sure nothing was exposed. In her mind, everything was fine, her blouse, skirt, shoes were all in place. But, again , something felt wrong.

She had a sudden urge to hold her clipboard to her chest. Something was wrong, nothing was wrong, something was wrong, nothing was wrong. Which was right?

“Breathtaking,” said Lady Circe. “So good to have my magic back.”

“What do you mean? Why are you staring at me like that?” asked June.

“You aren’t taking any notes,” said Lady Circe.

June grabbed her clipboard and pen and began writing note. But she began to write “What has this crazy lady done to me? Something is VERY wrong!”

“Is something the matter?” asked Lady Circe.

“It’s so strange. My head’s been in a fog for several minutes now. I know something’s not right, but I don’t know what it is!”

“I can fix it,” said Lady Circe. “It’s time you see what my magic has done.”

June awakened, as if from a dream. One of those dreams where she was in her office stark naked! And, looking down at herself, she realized she really WAS stark naked! She tried to cover herself with her arms. She looked at Lady Circe and screamed.

“I don’t know how you did this, but I’m gonna have you locked away for a long time! You won’t get away with humiliating me like this!”

“And what will you tell people?” asked Lady Circe.

“I’m gonna tell them QUACK!”

June looked at Lady Circe in surprise. June had put her hand to her mouth, trying not to let escape again what had just escaped from it.

“What was that?” said Lady Circe, a mean smile on her face.

“I mean QUACK!”

Suddenly, June slid out of her chair and onto the floor. But she didn’t sit or stand on the floor. Instead, she crouched on her legs, put her hands over her breasts and began flapping her elbows. Like wings! She began to waddle around her office, looking intently at the floor. Lady Circe reached into her purse, pulled out a bag of bread crumbs, and tossed them on the floor in front of June, wo eagerly bent over, grabbed them in her mouths, chewed and swallowed them.

Her “duckness” suddenly left her, and June sat on the floor and glared at Lady Circe. June stood, put her hands on her hips, and assumed a very indignant attitude toward Lady Circe.

“You will not do this to me!” she said. “I have a thriving practice, very wealthy clients, and I’m even going to start a podcast! And, if you keep this up, I will be the biggest bitch you’ve ever seen!”

“A bitch, eh?” said Lady Circe. “Very well.”

June didn’t want to stand anymore, at least not on two legs.

Lady Circe gasped when she saw the side view June presented before her. June’s hair and arms mostly covered her breast, but that only made the sight more erotic to Lady Circe. And the bum! So firm and comely! Lady Circe saw that June was looking down at herself, taking in what she was becoming, but not quite there yet.

Then, June’s mind went canine. She got on all fours and let her tongue hang out, trying to cool herself. Her brain had dulled some, and her only thoughts were to please her mistress. Lady Circe considered lowering her pants to June COULD please her. But, maybe later.

“You’re a good girl,” said Lady Circe. “Can you follow commands? Can you beg?”

June got to her knees, let her hands hang limp from her arms, and let her tongue hang out.

“Good girl!” cried Lady Circe. She reached into her purse and pulled out a treat. She tossed it to June, who caught it in her mouth, crunched it into bits, and then gulped them down. “Is that what you wanted? Or would you like something else? To be a woman again?”

June cried “Yip!” and got on all fours again, shaking her booty. No, realized Lady Circe. June was wagging her tail.

Suddenly, June was herself again. She stayed on all fours, trembling with the memory of her ordeal.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I won’t tell anyone about you. Just, please, stop.”

“If that is what you wish,” said Lady Circe.

“What I wish is for you to just leave me alone. Just leave me as I originally was.”

Lady Circe smiled her nasty smile again, nodded, and gestured at June. Suddenly, June felt something happening to her mind. Thoughts, memories, words, the simplest ideas were slipping from her. Innocence filled her brain, though a small part of her was still aware what was happening to her. She felt unsure of things and, for security, she took on a pose that enabled her to calm herself and just observe the world around her.

Lady Circe left June’s office, walked up to the receptionist, and handed her a bottle Lady Circe had just taken from her purse.

“Has your boss had lunch yet?” Lady Circe asked the receptionist. The girl shook her head. Circe indicated the bottle and said “June will want that soon.”

Lady Circe left the room, and the receptionist got up and walked to June’s office. June looked at the receptionist with pleading eyes.

Transformations in comic books

Ever since the medium began in the 1930s, comic books have had transformation stories. Maybe not at first. The earliest comic books, Funnies on Parade and Famous Funnies, reprinted comic strips from newspapers. Then, in 1935, New Fun, New Adventure, and Detective Comics would appear and they may well have had stories involving transformations. (Detective Comics‘ initials would later give its publisher the name DC Comics.) And, in 1938, the first issue of Action Comics would give the world Superman and the first appearance of the magician Zatara, whose genuine magic powers he would pass on decades later to his better-known daughter, Zatanna, who has been responsible for some transformations in her time.

As the medium continued, more transformations came along. There were the characters for whom transformation into their super-powered alter-egos were a big part of their series, such as Billy Batson into the original Captain Marvel (now Shazam!) or Dr. Robert Bruce Banner into The Hulk.

But there were also stories, stand-alone one-shots,which involved transformations. Most of these were in the horror anthologies of the time, House of Mystery, House of Secrets, The Witching Hour, Tales of the Unexpected/The Unexpected could be found at DC alone. Especially in the 1970s, after DC had abandoned their science-fiction anthologies and using such titles for super-folk. (House of Mystery devoted several issues to a great transforming hero, Robby “Sockamagee!” Reed in “Dial H for Hero”)

I followed a lot of the anthologies, looking for decent transformation stories, though many of them were not to my liking. I’m fussy about my transformation stories, and, one problem with many TFs in the comics is that the transformed doesn’t survive the change. I remember one story in which a wicked sailor is turned into a king crab, his tattoo prominent on the crab’s claw. I believe the crab was smashed and its shell cracked. Another story had a lady herpetologist testing an anti-venom cure on herself, which turned her into a snake. She was then tossed into a pit of test snakes, and bitten by several venomous species. There was a teacher telling his students that there was no such thing as magic while one student’s witchy relative turned the teacher into a frog. The boy, at the end of the story, talked about learning how to dissect a frog. I don’t like such stories because I consider death the easy way out of transformations. I prefer the transformed to live and deal with his or her change.

What follows are overviews of two comic-book transformation stories that I do like.

The first is from House of Mystery No. 264, cover dated June 0f 1973. This was the cover:

This cover was by Berni Wrighton, more about whom will come along in this posting.

The story I’m referring to is “The Shaggy Dog” (how’d DC keep Disney from learning about THAT title?), a six-pager by Steve Skeates with art by Nestor Redondo. The story is about Myra, a neat-freak housewife who does her best to keep her home spotless, and she considers her husband’s dog, Morgan, to be the biggest problem to her efforts. So she starts the story with a solution to the problem.

She covers up her deeds, and goes back to having a spotless home. But then, she experiences — problems.

And more problems.

She started to lose it, diving at the hairs, and trying to pull them up while sitting in manner kind of reminiscent of — something.

Her house wasn’t CLEAN anymore!

But then, SHE wasn’t spotless either — though you could say that she was now SPOT!

At this time, Cain was billed as the caretaker for the House of Mystery. It would be not quite two decades before Alan Moore established that Cain was THE Cain and his brother, Abel, caretaker of the House of Secrets, was THE Abel, and the former was cursed to kill the latter over and over again for eternity. The brothers there became regulars in Sandman and The Dreaming.

The other story is from House of Mystery No. 186, cover dated 1970. I had to settle on a fair/good copy of this, because a near-mint copy can run about $1500. Part of the reason for this is the cover.

This cover is by Neal Adams, who, about this time, was establishing himself as THE Batman artist, He would later illustrate the classic DC Collector’s Edition Superman vs. Muhammed Ali. Adams also drew the story accompanying this cover, about a statue of Pan coming to life.

But what I’m interested in is the other story in this comic, illustrated by Berni Wrightson. It would be another year before Wrightson, with Len Wein, did the story that would introduce to DC Comics the concept of Swamp Thing. But Wrightson had done some stories for DC, including this story.

It starts with Caretaker Cain going out to investigate a cat.

As I’ve said before in this blog, I’m not normally a fan of woman-to-cat transformations. They’re such a cliche. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate those cat/woman stories that rise above the rest. This is one of them, as we learn its its splash pages, which give us a jaw-dropping cat-to-woman transformation.

We learn the cat is actually an Egyptian priestess, Isha, charged with caring for a temple to a cat god. But the story’s villain falls in lust with the priestess and isn’t going to let a little thing like potential blasphemy get in the way of his desire.

After coming back and slaying the guards, the badd guy applies a powerful potion to there priestess’ face, which leads —

— to maybe the BEST woman-to-cat step-by-step transformation I’ve ever seen!

Although, one has to wonder why a woman should be so alarmed about being turned into a cat when she serves a cat-god.

The woman and the sorcerer spend millennia together, never aging,while the sorcerer does everything he can to torment his “love,” including disposing of a potential cat-rival.

But, finally, the priestess manages to put together an antidote that returns her to her man state — and another that transforms the sorcerer in a way that enables her former cat-friends to avenge her and her dead lover.

I don’t mind stories where a transformed person is killed if the death is the serving of justice.

There are other comic-book stories involving transformation that I like. And I do plan to share in the future.

Two Tales of Gulls

These two stories came about when a fellow patron of deviant told me of a fantasy he used to have about one of his teachers. I decided to share the results here on the blog. I may have illustrations done for one or both of these. The person I wrote these for is Senorincognito69 and his deviant art page is here:

It had been a long, languid afternoon.  Several of Sra. Carmen’s students had fallen asleep in earlier classes.  What’s worse, Sra. Carmen herself had almost fallen asleep once.  As her next-to-last class ended ,she looked out the window toward the sea, at the seagulls lazily hovering in the sky.

That gave her an idea.  Between classes, she ran to the principal’s office and asked if she could take the day’s final class outside.  To her delight, the principal gave her permission.  Sra.  Carmen thanked her and left.  She suspected the principal understood Carmen’s feelings.

“Everyone grab pencils and your sketch pads!” Sra. Carmen called out after all the students had gathered in the classroom.  “We’re going to have class at the beach today!”

The laughter of the students as they left the school told Sra. Carmen she’d had the right idea.  She told the students to draw something that they saw at the beach.  And, as she figured, the beach was dotted with seagulls, gliding, frolicking, scavenging all over the sand.  The students hung back and sat down in the sand to begin sketching.  Sra. Carmen continued to stand, the better to keep an eye on her charges.

“Sra. Carmen?” said a voice behind her.  She turned and saw Jorge, a small boy in the class.  He was holding a branch he had found on the beach.  “Can I draw this?”

“Whatever you want to draw,” she said.

“I like this branch,” said Jorge.  “It’s like the one in <i>Little</i>.  It was a movie last year about a little girl who waved a branch like this at a woman and said ‘I wish you were little!’  And the woman turned into a little girl!

“Sra. Carmen?”

“I’m sorry, Jorge.  I’ve been watching the seagulls.  They seem so happy, and free.  I envy them.  I think I’d like to be a seagull.”

Jorge laughed and, waving the branch at Sra. Carmen in a circular motion, just like the girl in <i>Little</i> had done, he said ”Abracadabra!  You’re a seagull!“

Sra. Carmen’s eyes suddenly went wide.  She began to shrink in size.  She became so small that her clothing engulfed her, hiding the rest of her changes.  But she was moving inside her now huge clothing.   Suddenly, she popped out of the neck of her blouse, but she was no longer Sra. Carmen.  Instead, just as Jorge commanded her to be, Sra. Carmen had turned into a seagull!  Her avian head jerked around, obviously confused by what had just happened to her.

Jorge gasped and cried “Sra. Carmen!  No!  I didn’t want to really do that!  Just a moment, I’ll change you back!”  Jorge pointed the branch at the seagull and began to wave it at the bird.  But, before he could speak the words, the seagull took off into the sky and began to fly away.  Jorge knew he could not change the seagull back into Sra. Carmen, or she would fall from the sky.  He grabbed her clothes to carry with him so she could put them back on when she was a woman again, when he caught up with her.

If he could catch up with her.

All of the students had been looking at what they were drawing so they hadn’t seen the change.  They paid no attention to Jorge as he ran past them with Sra. Carmen’s clothing.  The seagull flew over the crest of a sand dune and Jorge followed, hopeful.  It looked as if the seagull was going to land.  Jorge ran over the top of the dune, looked down —

— and his heart sank.

There on the ground, he guessed, was the seagull —along with dozens of others.  He had no way of knowing which one was Sra. Carmen.

Jorge thought he was going to cry.  He liked Sra. Carmen.  All of her students liked Sra. Carmen.  She was nice, she was very pretty.  But now, she was just another bird.  And it was his fault.  

He walked up to the nearest seagull, dejectedly waved the branch at it and said “Abracadabra!  You’re Sra. Carmen!”  

Slowly, the bird began to grow.  Its body absorbed the feathers, the feet lost their webbing, the beak turned into a human mouth and nose.  Jorge was so happy, he had found Sra. Carmen right away.  She was naked, but he had found her.

But then, he noticed her head was moving oddly, jerkily, like a bird’s head.  It looked down at the ground, where a sand beetle was crawling.  “Sra. Carmen” bent over, opened her mouth,  snatched up the beetle and eagerly chewed it up.

It wasn’t Sra. Carmen.  It was a seagull Jorge had turned into a double of Sra Carmen.  Disappointed, Jorge waved the branch and turned the double back into a seagull.

Jorge thought for a moment.  He waved the branch at another seagull and said “Abracadabra!  If you’re Sra. Carmen, change back into her!”

Nothing happened.

Jorge repeated the process and the words, several times.  Each time, nothing happened.

And then, the flock took off, circled around, and landed further up the beach.  Jorge followed them up the beach.  He began to cry.  Sra. Carmen was lost to him, to everyone.  People would talk, wondering what happened to the pretty teacher who had disappeared.  And, though Jorge wanted to tell people what had happened, no one would believe him.  And Sra. Carmen would have flown away by then, on another beach, taking food from people, swooping down to get small fish. maybe finding a mate, maybe laying and hatching eggs, maybe becoming a mother to flocks of chicks.  Would she remember who she had been, what she had been?

Jorge was ready to throw the branch out into the ocean, to let the waves wash it away.  But he had to try a few more times.  He walked up and down the beach, studying each seagull.  They all looked the same.  He wandered to a landfill where several birds were snacking on food they found in it.

They were all the same.  The same feathers, the same beaks, the same eyes —

Wait!  The same eyes?  No!  He  noticed a seagull that was in the process of finishing up a banana peel, chewing it, swallowing it.  But its eyes weren’t like the other seagulls.  Their eyes were dark brown, almost black.  But <i>this</i> seagull’s eyes were BLUE!  Just like Sra. Carmen’s!

Jorge took a moment to pray, and then he waved the branch at the seagull in a circular motion and said “If you’re Sra. Carmen, change back into her!”

The seagull, which had just begun to snack on a piece of maggot-infested meat, froze.  It’s feet and legs changed, into human legs and feet, pretty human legs and feet — but small, the right size  for if a seagull had human legs and feet — which this one did.  The beak began to shrink, turning into a human  mouth and nose.  The eyes grew and became more human.  Jorge held his breath momentarily as the feathers on the body receded and a pair of women’s breasts appeared on its front of the body.  Slowly, but ecstatically to Jorge. the body went from seagull to a very HOT woman’s body.  Her hair grew back, shoulder-length and full of body.  Finally, the last touch, Jorge could see tailfeathers over Sra. Carmen’s bottom, shrinking into her tailbone.  A moment later, Jorge couldn’t take his eyes off the site of his pretty — no, BEAUTIFUL — teacher, Sra. Carmen, standing in front of him, completely naked.  She was still chewing on the meat and maggots and she then swallowed all of it.  She smiled for a second, then her expression abruptly changed.  Jorge guessed that Sra. Carmen’s brain had just changed back to human.

Jorge didn’t care about any of that.  He was just happy that his teacher was a woman again.  Her ran up and hugged her body, not caring that she was bare.  Then, pushing himself away to look at her, he realized what he was looking at, turned away from it, and held out Sra. Carmen’s clothes to her.

“I’m sorry, Sra. Carmen,” he said.  “I didn’t mean to stare at you.”

“It’s okay, Jorge,” said Sra. Carmen, taking her clothes and starting to put them on.  “I’d be a little worried about myself if you didn’t want to stare at me.”

Sra. Carmen quickly dressed and then faced Jorge.  “I want you to stay after school,” she told him.  

“But, I’ll destroy the branch”  he said.  “I’ll burn it.”

“No, keep it.  Bring it with us.  But I want to talk to you later.  All right?”

Jorge nodded,and, after school ended for the day, Jorge stayed in the room with Sra. Carmen.  

“I’ll be just a moment,” said Sra. Carmen.  “Then, you’re coming to my house with me.”

This surprised and puzzled Jorge.  He knew where Sra. Carmen’s house was, it was close to his.  In fact, his bedroom window looked out over Sra. Carmen’s back yard, which was fenced in and no one else could see into it.  Sra. Carmen made a quick phone call to Jorge’s mother, letting her know that Jorge would be doing some work for the profesora.  Then, he got in her car and Sra. Carmen drove them both to her home.

“Jorge,” she said when they got inside.  “I remember everything, though some of it is a little fuzzy.  But I remember that you used that branch turned me into a seagull.  And, when you changed me back, I was naked!”

Jorge hung his head.  He was clearly, genuinely ashamed.  “Yes, I did, and I’m so sorry.  I was afraid that you were going to fly away and I wouldn’t be able to change you back into yourself.”

“Jorge, it’s all right.  I kind of enjoyed it.  I even remember eating the meat with the maggots in it.  That was tasty!  I wouldn’t have chosen to do it, but there were parts of me that wanted to do it.  I would’ve liked it more if I knew I could change back and forth whenever I wanted to do so.”

On impulse, Jorge waved the branch at Sra. Carmen again and said “Abracadabra!  You can turn into a seagull and back into yourself whenever you want to!”

“What?  How do I do it, just say ‘I want to be a seagull?’”

As soon as she said it, Sra. Carmen shrank into her clothing again.  A moment later, the seagull hopped out of the clothing.  She waddled into her bedroom, where one side of the walls was mirrored doors that opened into a big closet.  The seagull looked at herself carefully.  Jorge realized it was the first time Sra. Carmen had seen what she looked like as a bird.  While she studied herself, she gave three seagull cries and, when she stopped, she suddenly grew in size and turned back into Sra. Carmen.  A completely naked Sra. Carmen!  Jorge couldn’t believe he was seeing his teacher bare again.  And he didn’t think to turn his head away right away.

“I look that good to you?” said Sra. Carmen.

“Yes. But I especially liked how, for just a moment, you naked but with tailfeathers growing out over your butt.”

Sra. Carmen thought a moment and then said “I want to have seagull tailfeathers over my bottom.”

Both her mouth and Jorge’s fell open as tailfeathers, in a size to match her human form, grew out of the base of her spine, right over her buttocks.  It was strange, bizarre, and, Jorge thought, VERY sexy sight on Sra.  Carmen.  She turned back and forth to see her  new plumage in the mirror.  She laughed when she was able to spread the tailfeathers out wide behind her.  

Then she noticed Jorge staring at her.  And she noticed he was VERY pleased with how she looked.

She scrunched on her knees and pulled Jorge to her, hugging him and pressing his face between her breasts

“Now, you know not to tell anyone about turning me into a seagull, and, especially, about my being naked in front of you,” said Sra. Carmen.  “ If you tell anyone that, we’ll both be in BIG trouble.”

“I know.  I don’t think anyone would believe what happened anyway,” said Jorge. 

“But I thank you for giving me this gift, Jorge.  And, in a few years, if you still want to, come see me.”

Jorge went on home, trying hard not to think of everything that had happened, especially seeing Sra. Carmen naked, and the invitation she had made for him to accept “in a few years.”

That night, after going to bed and turning off the light in his room, Jorge heard something outside.  He looked out the window and there, in her yard, was Sra. Carmen, once again naked.  She looked toward Jorge’s window, saw him, and smiled.

Then, she extended her arms as feathers grew on them, turning them into wings.  Feathers began to cover her waist and hips, but not her breasts, legs, or face.  Jorge knew his profesora was giving him a show deiiberately.  Then, she trotted ver the yard and pushed up.  Her legs, chest, head, and mouth all changed until she was completely a seagull, soaring into the night sky.

Jorge had some VERY nice dreams that night.


The second bell had just rung to signal the beginning of class. Sra. Velez looked over the classroom at her students, thinking of how they would be graduating and going out into the world in just a few weeks. Then Sra. Velez suddenly took her arm and swept everything off of the top of her desk.  The action surprised all of the students.  And, by the look on her face, it surprised Sra. Velez, too.

“I’m sorry,” she said to the class.  “I don’t know why I did that.

“Or <i>this!</i>”

Sra. Velez got on top of the desk and started to dance.  And, as she danced, she began to unbutton her blouse.  She looked down at herself as her fingers began to undo the buttons, one by one.  She looked at her class.  Every student was even more shocked than she was at what she was doing.

Sra. Velez didn’t consider herself that attractive.  She didn’t think she was ugly, either.  Plain, as pretty as she needed to be as a schoolteacher, which wasn’t very pretty in her mind.  But then, what about in the minds of the students?  Just seeing their teacher stripping might be enough to get some of them aroused.

She took off the blouse and tossed it at Jorge in the class.  He didn’t really try to catch it, but just let it hang over part of his head.  He wasn’t sure what was going on.  He was focused on the beige bra that Sra. Velez had uncovered by removing her blouse.

She took off the belt that held her skirt, and then she began to unzip the back of the skirt.  As she did so, she began swaying her hips, her butt in a way she thought must look provocative.  She didn’t want it to look that way, but couldn’t help herself.  Nor could she keep herself from humming “The Stripper.”

Then, Sra. Velez took off her bra and began to pull her panties down her legs.  After they passed her hips, she let them slowly slide down her thighs, until they got to her knees.  Then, she let them just drop to her feet.  She stepped out of them, picked them up, and dropped them to the floor.  She stood on top of her desk, on display to all of the class, wearing nothing but her shoes.  She did a revolution, again against her will, letting her class take in her entire body.

“Sra. Velez, what are you doing?” came a voice from the door,  It was Senora Hernandez, the school principal.

“I don’t know,” said Sra. Velez.  “I mean, I know, but I can’t stop it!  It’s like I have no control of my body from the neck down.  I can’t SQUAWK!”

Everyone in the classroom could tell that Sra. Velez didn’t mean to make the noise that just came from her mouth.  It didn’t even sound human.

“Sra. Velez,” said Rosa, a girl in the front row of her class.  “What’s that on your bum?”

The question confused Sra. Velez at first.  She brushed her hand just over her bottom, and felt something very strange.  It was definitely a part of her, as trying to move it created pain.  Then, she let her hand run over it.  Feathers?  Tail-feathers?  She tried again to pull them off, but that just resulted in pain and another loud SQUAWK! from her mouth.

Something strange was happening to her feet.  Her shoes no longer fit, and she stepped out of them.  When she looked down at her feet, she saw they had become webbed feet, like some sort of waterfowl’s feet.  

Then, she noticed her field of vision was dropping.  She had to stretch out her arms, and saw that they were growing feathers, the same color as her — she could barely bother to think it — tail-feathers.

Several students had taken heir phones out and were taking videos of what was happening to Sra.  Velez.  Even Senora Hernandez was recording it.  Sra. Velez saw this and tried to ask “Why?” but all that came out was a cry — like a bird?

“Senora Hernandez, why is this happening?” asked a boy in the class.

“I don’t know,” said Senora Hernandez.

Sra. Velez felt an odd sensation, a tingle-itch on her legs and midsection.  She bent over to look at herself, but she already knew what she’d see — feathers were growing all over her body.  Only her head and, she winced at the thought, her breasts were still human.

Then, her teeth began to push themselves out of her mouth.  They were merging together, turning orange, becoming pointed — becoming a beak, she knew.  At the front, the upper beak hooked over the lower beak.  Then, she felt the tingle-itch on her chest as it flattened.  In panic, she began to flap her, her <i>wings</i> and flew around the room.

“Close the door!” cried Jorge, but it was too late.  Sra. Velez, the seagull, was out of the room.  She flew down the hallway, just missing collisions with students and teachers.  One of them, not knowing this bird was part of the faculty, opened the entrance to the school, and Sra. Velez flew outside the building.

Sra. Velez’s class, along with Senora Hernandez, chased after the seagull as best they could.  It knocked over a trashcan and began to eat some of the contents, including an orange peel she seemed to find particularly delicious.  Pedro, one of the students, took off his shirt and tried to catch her.  At the last minute, she saw what he was trying to do, screeched, and flew off into the air.

The beach was nearby, and she flew some distance down it, and over the top of a sand dune.  The class, and others who had joined it, wondering what was going on, got to the top of the dune and stopped.

There, below them on the beach, was a colony of dozens of seagulls and no way to tell which one was Sra. Velez.  Many of the girls, and some of the boys, began to cry.  Some of the class tried going quietly up to the flock.  But the seagulls suddenly flew up and away into the sky.  There was no way to catch up to them — and Sra. Velez — now.

Over the next few weeks, the school mourned Sra. Velez.  No, it wasn’t mourning.  It was a painful uncertainty, with the faculty and student body not sure what to think of Sra. Velez’s fate.

So it was with great relief when, one day, a seagull flew through an open window and into what had been Sra. Velez’s classroom.  Everyone knew it had to be Sra. Velez.  As she had before, but as a bird this time, she cleared her desk.  But then, he began to gather sheets of paper with her beak.  She shredded the paper and piled it on top of her desk.  After a while, it was in a neat circle.  That she sat upon.  She was still for several minutes, giving an occasional loud cry. 

“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” asked Rosa.

Senora Hernandez was about to say something, when the seagull began to shift in shape.  She grew, and her feathers began to recede into her body, leaving human-colored flesh exposed.  Her legs became longer, and her feet turned back into a woman’s feet.  Her beak shrank back into her mouth, becoming teeth.  Her wingsd change back into arms. her breasts grew back, as did the hair on her head.  She was Sra. Velez again, naked again, looking curiously at the classroom.

Senora Hernandez approached Sra. Vlelex, who had sat down on the paper again, her legs crossed under her.  Sra. Velez gave one of her SQUAWKS and lunged toward Senora Hernandez.  In doing so, she left she shredded paper, and Senora Hernandez could see a clutch of three eggs in the nest.  Sra. Velez was a mother.

Scientists who had seen the footage of Srs. Velez’s transformation into a seagull (and later footage of her return to human form) came to the school and managed to take Sra. Velez away for study.  But they had to bring the eggs with them or she would fight her “capture.”


Beth Smith, RIP and “The Cruise and the Idol”

Our dear friend, Beth Smith, known on DeviantART as ms969, passed away this past Saturday, February 1.  Her partner of 40 years let me know of Beth’s passing.  Beth’s dART page can still be found here:

I’ve been told Beth wanted me to continue her dART site.  Not sure what direction she wanted things to go in.  If any of her WATCHers are reading this, please let me know what you’d like to see on that site.

Beth shared my interest in transformations, and was definitely a follower on my blog.  I wrote a short story just for her that, when I find it, I will share with everyone.

I really only knew Beth for over a year, but I feel lucky to have known her for that long.  I read her stories on shrinking Supergirl and enjoyed them.

When I take over her dART site, I will let everyone know.

For now, this is a short story I wrote for Beth back in November. I thought I’d share it with everyone in the hopes that they’d like it:


It had come as a complete surprise when Beth learned she had won the cruise. An entire month on the S.S. South Pacific. At first, she and Cherry weren’t sure they wanted to accept it. But they looked the contest up online and discovered it was legitimate. What’s more, the liner was very friendly and accommodating to the LGBTQ community. So, the two lovers packed their bags, loaded up on sunscreen and lots and LOTS of Dramamine! It took them a couple of days to get their sea legs. But they soon found themselves sailing around some of the most beautiful and exotic islands imaginable. They were allowed to go ashore on some of them. And, hear the end of the first week, the ship’s theater performed the play South Pacific. The audience was encouraged to sing along to “There Is Nothing Like A Dame,” and Beth and Cherry agreed that Nellie Forbush was VERY cute! 

The meals were exquisite, catering to every taste and diet imaginable. 

But the most interesting thing to happen came during a stop at one island, when husband-and-wife couple of explorers boarded with an idol they had found. The idol consisted of two human figures bonded to a large gem. The explorers, each with weathered features that made them look even more impressive, gave a lecture about the idol and their adventures. They then had the idol locked away in the ships safe and most of the passengers soon went to bed.

Beth and Cherry climbed into bed and turned out the light. When they fell asleep, they both dreamed about the idol, and both envisioned the gem glowing, its light filling their stateroom.

Beth was awakened the next morning by someone running down the corridor and a little girl shouting something. There were screams from many voices. Putting a robe on (and it was very ill-fitting), Beth stepped into the corridor (and they were unsteady steps, as if Beth were losing her balance) just in time to see her fellow passenger, Mrs. Whitestone, run by her stark naked! She had a big grin on her face and her breasts were bouncing as she ran by. Behind her, also running, was her daughter, Susie.

“Susie, get back here!” SAID Susie. “Come back with my body, right now!”

“No!” said Mrs. Whetstone. “I like how your boobies feel when I run!”

Beth was confused by this, and more confused when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Rayner come down the corridor. Mr. Raynor, who had always seemed like a “man’s man” was crying hard. His wife seemed to be trying to comfort him, saying “Don’t worry, honey, we’ll find out how to fix this.”

Then Beth heard a strange barking and scratching at a door. She opened it, and the actress who had played Nellie Forbush came out. She was naked on all fours. Behind her came a little Pekingese, whimpering and, apparently, trying to walk on its hind legs.

Beth returned to her stateroom and closed the door.

“What’s going on?” someone asked. The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn’t Cherry.

“I don’t know,” said Beth. But her voice sounded funny. And she noticed her field of vision was higher than normal. She turned to talk to whoever had spoken before, but no words could come out.

And then she screamed, as did Cherry. Because Beth found herself looking at herself, and Cherry was looking at herself.

They had switched bodies.

“Here,” said Beth, taking off the robe which was too small for Cherry’s body. Then, she looked around and grabbed and donned Cherry’s robe. They left the room.

“Please, everyone, stay calm,” said the husband explorer. But he looked as if he were uncertain about his body, and Beth realized it was the wife in the husband’s body. Beth looked around the lecture room and saw everyone looking sad, scared, some people giggling childishly, and assorted animals trying to adjust to their new, non-human bodies.

“What happened is, the ship sailed under an intersection of ley lines, powerful forces of magic. They activated the idol and caused everyone sharing a room to switch bodies.”

“We’ve examined the idol, and it looks like the process will be reversed tomorrow morning,” said the “woman.” 

“Take things easy today, and you’ll be back to normal tomorrow.”

Beth and Cherry returned to their stateroom. They literally disrobed and spent several minutes studying themselves.

“Well, what do you want to do?” Cherry asked.

Beth smiled and said “You know how sometimes during our pillow talk, we wonder how we taste to each other?”

They locked the door to their room and spent that day conducting their own explorations.



There was a film, a fog sliding off of her brain. She knew she was in a dry place, but not sure how she got there. There were things skittering about her. Bugs, small spiders, centipedes. They were crunchy, some of them, and they all tasted delicious. She loved how they slid down her throat.

Then, she was somewhere else. It was hard, flat. And the fog was sliding further off of her brain. She remembered meeting with the handsome major. She had flirted with him, which she didn’t normally do. Then, there was the blonde in the area outfit. And she was jealous of the major. That’s when the lady CEO was suddenly in the dry place. And she was smaller, squatting on the ground. Now she was squatting on the flat surface.

She understood what was being said. Something about why weren’t her clothes changed with her. And laughter with “Do not be silly! Toads do not wear clothing!”

She felt herself sliding over the hard surface. And she suddenly knew she was on top of a desk at the front of the room where her employees were working hard. None of them had looked up yet. Her feet changed and she was on her calves now. And she had a neck again! She wasn’t sure why she didn’t have a neck seconds before, she just knew that she didn’t have one.

The handsome major and the blonde left the room. And the CEO was suddenly aware that she was naked!

She heard a gasp. Someone had finally seen her. She didn’t know if she should be humiliated or angry. But then, as everyone in the room began to look at her, she considered thing. Her employees were good people. Letting them see their boss in the nude would be a good, impromptu reward for them. She got off the desk, stood, and smiled at everyone. Then, she walked to her office, letting everyone get a good look at her, front and back.

When she was in her office, she got a bottle of mouthwash from her desk and rinsed off the crunchy things she had eaten and spit them all into her coffee mug. Now, who should she send out to get a new suit of clothing for her?

She didn’t even notice that she had grabbed a fly from near her face and was happily chewing at it.

“Was I just grazing?!”

I don’t know how long this will be posted, as this photo has a definite copyright at the bottom. This comes from a site of photos of beautiful women without any clothes on. If you’re interested (and are old enough, that is, over 18), go here:

I immediately became interested upon seeing the pose in the photo below. The model is completely naked, quite beautiful, on all fours in the grass, and has (to me, at least) a very befuddled expression on her face. So, in my head, she obviously had been spending some of her life before this photo as something that grazes. Probably a cow (especially because of what’s hanging beneath her), but she could have been a goat, a sheep, maybe even a yak.

Why was she transformed? She could be someone’s rival, or someone who was unknowingly arguing with a magic user, and the user looked at her and then said “cow” under her breath. Or, there’s a part of me that loves the idea of little kids using magic on a babysitter or teacher or some kind of authority figure.

Was she milked during her transformation? I’ll leave that to you.

Anyway, if anyone cane come up with a story behind this, please share. If nothing else, enjoy the photo.

The Magical Rival

Hello, everyone. Sorry that my postings have been sparse lately. I do work for the Post Office and it was December. It’s a miracle that I have energy to post anything now.

This is a photo story I commissioned years ago from two young (and naughty) ladies. Im afraid I don’t have any information on them, because they did a great job, giving the photos dialogue and using prosthetics for the transformations. I hope everyone enjoys the story.

As usual, I came up with the concepts and gave the ladies a rough idea of what I wanted them to do. I hope everyone enjoyed this, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

From Bare to Bear

This is a set of photos from Dave Sammons/Xilstudios, which can be found at These are scans of printouts, which is why they may not look so great. If I had photos of these, I can’t find them. Still, I hope everyone enjoys them.

“Okay, my Mom and Dad will get a million dollars because of this procedure? And be told not to worry about me, because I’ll be cared for? All right.

“I look like Sissy who? No, I never saw the old Carrie movie.

“Anyway, you said you wanted me to be bare, so here I am.”

“Wait, what? You wanted me to BE a bear? What’s that mean? Hey, what are these things on my head?!”

“What’s happening to me?! My face feels funny, especially my nose! Did my nose turn black?! WHY?!”

“I feel strange all over! Something’s happening to my body! And the teddy bear by me — I’m IDENTIFYING with it!”

“How’d everything get so big? And I feel so warm, suddenly. Wait, do I have FUR on my body?!”

“Ooh, I need LOVE! I need to be HUGGED! Please, someone, hug me! HUG ME! I want someone to take me in their arms, squeeze me gently, and fall asleep while they hold me.


Some transformations from YouTube

A few weeks ago, it was almost 11 pm on a Sunday, but I wasn’t tired. Thanks to a firestick, I now get YouTube on my television, so I decided to watch some videos. I did a search on woman transformation and started watching.

The next thing I knew, it was 3 am the next day.

Since then, when I have time, but don’t want to watch any full TV shows, I’ll go onto YouTube and search for transformation videos. And I’ve found that there are few, if any, kinds of transformations that AREN’T on YouTube.

That’s where I got the following clip which I originally posted on this blog, a body swap between a woman and her dog.

Well, as I said, I’ve found a LOT of transformation videos on YouTube since then. I’m only going to post a few for now. What I recommend is that my followers to to YouTube and do searches on things like “dog transformations,” “cat transformations,” “gender transformation.”

Or, for the first few of these samples,

pig transformations. With those words, it didn’t take long to find this Goosebumps clip.

I think this next one came from a movie or TV show called Spellcaster, though I may be wrong. The best explanation for this scene is “You are what you eat.”

Then, there’s what happened to Bruno in the original Swamp Thing movie in 1982. Maybe not a total pig transformation, but enough for Bruno’s tastes, I’m sure.

A pig is part of the transformations suffered by poor Chris Anderson in the sadly little-known animated series FTPD — The Fairy Tale Police Department. This can be found on eBay and/or Amazon.

This clip has the transformation covered as it happens, but it leads to a remarkable bit of understandable squealing for the subject.

But, of course, when it comes to humans turned pigs, it’s hard to be the actions of Queen Bavmorda (Jean Marsh) in Willow, who even puts a snout and tail on her own daughter! And this is an obviously painful transformation, too.

Switching species, here’s a not bad transformation from Disney’s Wizards of Waverly Place.

Then there’s this scene from a Japanese film Destiny of the White Snake. I find this one erotic in several ways,

That’s all for now. I hope everyone enjoys my picks.

“Too young to be posed like THAT!”

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.