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?
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.
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.
It began in 1987, when I decided to create a new Supergirl.
The previous Supergirl, the classic Supergirl, Linda Lee Danvers/Kara Zor-El, had been killed off in 1985 in the maxi-series Crisis on Infinite Earths. Her death contributed to a severe depression that eventually cost me the best job I’ve ever had, Staff Editor at Comics Buyer’s Guide.
At the same time, I was a member of Interlac, an APA (ask your grand-parents, kids) devoted to the Legion of Super-Heroes. I had a great fondness for The Legion because I had designed the costume that Saturn Girl wore in the 1970s.
In Interlac, there were great lamentations when Supergirl was killed off. And anger. I learned that Interlac was composed mostly of old-fart comic book fans who didn’t like anything changed from when they were kids reading comic books. Personally, I mourned Supergirl, but, eventually, I did move on.
And then, knowing that DC would want to hang on to the name for trademark purposes, I decided to try my hand at creating a new Supergirl. Because, among other things, I knew it would tick off a lot of my fellow Interlac members, which was always fun.
When I started the project, I knew one thing I wanted to do was I was make a Supergirl who was an actual girl, not a woman. When Kara Zor-El first arrived on Earth, she was definitely a girl. But, by the 1970s, when she had graduated college, she was a woman.
But then, the metamorphiliac in me had an idea. I would make my heroine age-regressed. She would be Shazam! in reverse: A 25-year-old woman who became a 12-year-old super-heroine. I wrote up her backstory for her and sent it to DC. I got a very nice letter from Dick Giordano informing me that John Byrne had dibs on creating a new Supergirl.
I had done too much work on her to just toss her aside. I came up with more of her story. Her other self, Marcy Martin, did data processing. She had younger sister who was attending college, which would complicate the age change more. Marcy’s job kept a roof over both of their heads. And Marcy’s story would be more to prove to the world who she really was, so she wouldn’t lose everything she had to get by growing up. There would be no super-villains. Marcy/Skye would be the only fantastic element in the story.
Finally, I had a name for her. She would give off a coruscating aura whenever she used her powers, especially when she was flying. And that led to her heroic name, Skye Sparkler.
I wrote a couple of scripts for her, but something wasn’t quite right. I came to realize I didn’t want to sell her to DC or Marvel or any comics company. I wanted to keep her for myself.
I did some work to better understand who Skye was. I role-played her in a friend’s Champions campaign. I even ran her in a Champions game at GEN Con and took the prize for best character. And, she survived the Champions campaign I ran her in until I had to retire her because she had become too powerful for the villains the other players had to face. (I also made time in a super-hero RPG part of Skye’s origin.)
Then I was in a bookstore when I spotted something in the Writer’s section. A book called How to Write a Damn Good Novel by James N. Frey.
I had checked out and purchased books on writing before. I even subscribed to Writer’s Digest for a few years. I had written some short stories. But I had never gotten anywhere trying to do a complete book. That changed with Frey. I can’t recommend this book enough to any future writers. What he had to say about getting to know your characters, being able to state a book’s premise (the most important thing to Frey), how to make the building blocks of a novel before you start to actually write it, these were all vital to writing the book.
I started writing on April 20, 1994. And how I got it written was a very simple technique. I wrote some of the book every day. Even if it was just a paragraph or a sentence, I wrote something. I took great chunks out of my personal life to give life to Skye and those around her. And, if I went to a movie or watched something on TV, there was the most nagging voice in my head asking why I wasn’t at home writing.
On April 5, 1995, I finished the rough draft.
(There was one thing shortly after that caused some rewriting, and it was far more tragic beyond that. There was a scene in my book where Skye flies off with a semi-trailer that explodes while she’s high in the sky with it. It’s later learned it was filled with a cargo of ammonium nitrate fertilizer, and I spent some time explaining why ammonium nitrate would explode. On April 19, 1995, the Oklahoma City bombing happened, and everyone then knew why ammonium nitrate would explode.)
Next came the really hard part: Trying to find an agent and/or a publisher. No one was interested in representing or publishing a book about a super-hero no one had heard of before. I shared it on disc with some friends and even one professional writer, who gave me some good tips. But I couldn’t get it published.
Then, in Writer’s Digest, I saw an ad for Xlibris, a print-on-demand publisher. Print-on-demand means that, as the book is ordered, copies are printeded. You pay for the book to be typeset, for copy editing, and the copyright if you want to, and then let people know the book exists. I had the money, and I decided to go with this route, with a plan to sell the book through Diamond Distributors, the main distributor of product to comic book shops.
Then two things happened.
Xlibris raised the price on the books by ten dollars. This was not as drastic as it first seemed, as I was able to find another publisher, Booksurge (now CreateSpace), which would print the books and I could set the price.
The other problem was bigger. Diamond wouldn’t carry my book. I had set a price so it would be profitable to them, but they wouldn’t even reply to my inquiries, not even when I went up to them at Chicago ComiCon. They accepted a copy of my book, but they ever called back. They pretty much have a monopoly on their business, so they don’t have to accept anything for distribution that they don’t want to distribute.
I found Cold Cuts distribution, which handled independent product, and they accepted Skye Sparkler, but the sales weren’t great. And, they’ve since gone out of business.
More recently, however, CreateSpace (which sells a lot of product through Amazon) has started turning their books into e-books through Amazon’s Kindle. I’ve set things up so people can buy the Kindle edition for five dollars, or go on Kindle Select to read it for free. I get 70% for each book sold, I’ve been doing my best to make sure people know about it, but I don’t know yet how many are actually buying it. I should be getting the first check soon.
So, that’s my effort to transform myself into an author. Maybe there won’t be a lot of sales. But I’m a life-long bachelor. I’ve never been a father. (And I’ve reached the age where it’s a moot point now.) Skye Sparkler is my child. She is what I leave behind to let at least some of the world know that I was here.
I recently got around to watching Mannequin and Mannequin Two — On the Move, two movies I had never seen before. I enjoyed them both equally, though I know most people do not like the sequel that much. They both had their stupid moments, but there were other parts I enjoyed.
Then, today, I was doing some badly needed cleaning in my room and I came across these two photos in my collection.
The woman in the first photo strikes me as both innocent and surprised. She was aware something was happening to her before the effect was fully realized. And she looks as if she’s sitting right by a door. Who or what transformed her, and why?
The second photo is pretty brazen in what it shows off. The pose strikes me as very mannequin-ish. No, we’re not seeing where parts can be disconnected. And I can’t help but notice (but still appreciate) that her bottom half is wider than the top.
And why have both women been stripped naked? Is someone working on them for a display? I hope these ladies can recover after they have been (hopefully) restored to themselves.
But the reason I purchased both of these photos is that it strikes me that the women in them have been turned into (or are about to be turned into) mannequins. The first woman seems to have been in her home when it happened. The second, I have theories, but I don’t want to share right now. I don’t want to influence anyone looking at the photos.
These are two good examples of photos inspiring fantasies in viewers, and making the viewers come up with back stories. Who turned them into mannequins, and why?
Feel free to share what you come up with. And I hope everyone enjoys the photos.
So there I was in the checkout at Wal-Mart, when I looked at the bin in my right and there was this movie. It might have said “You’re a TF fan, aren’t you? You want to know if anyone gets turned to gold in this? Well, you’re just doing to have to buy me and find out.” It was only five dollars, so, why not?
It took me several years to actually watch the thing. I looked it up on IMDB, and found that it was made in 1997, and it was apparently a joint production by the USA and Romania. I didn’t have terribly high hopes for it, but I was pleasantly surprised.
A 12-year-old boy, Billy Bright, is an orphan living with his grandmother, who has a bad heart. Billy is also perpetually bullied at school by Leon, and his best and only friend is Hannah, a girl in his class. The bully forces Billy to break into the home of the rumored town witch and steal her hourglass. Confronted by the witch, Madame Latimer, Billy is given a wish. Wanting money so he can buy his grandma a good heart, Billy wishes for The Midas Touch. Billy is supposed to be a smart kid and should know The Touch is nothing but trouble! Madame Latimer even warns him of what he should already know. But he still asks for the Midas Touch. (It should be noted that the story of King Midas, to the best of my knowledge, has not gotten the Disney movie treatment save for a Silly Symphony https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ-z0Qsm8k8.)
We soon find out that Billy’s Midas Touch is very selective. It can only be activated, apparently, by his right hand’s index finger. He goes around touching doors, door frames, his bicycle, dishes, clothes, all kinds of things. None of them go gold. The only thing that does turn gold is his pet hamster, and a book.
When Leon and Hannah realize Billy’s power, instead of getting as far away from Billy as possible, they try to help him, though Leon’s main objective is making money off the trash that Billy golden-izes. Leon takes it to a pawn shop where the brother and sister who realize what the kids have plot to steal things. They eventually follow Billy back to his home, and steal a solid-gold statue — Granny, who Billy accidentally turned to gold earlier.
So how are the transformations? The Touch starts with a golden spark from Billy’s finger, and then the metallicizing spreads over the body from the point where Billy touched it. We don’t see the transformation for Granny, he casually brushes his hand against her as he leaves the room. When he comes back, Granny is golden, and he panics.
Billy himself is turning to gold, apparently a side effect of the wish/curse. His teeth turn to gold, and he starts to feel stiff. They break into the town library (it’s after closing hours) to read up on how to cure the curse, and learn that Billy has to turn everything gold back to what it was, something he can do with second touch, and then bathe himself in a local, polluted river. And, to make matters worse, the pawn shop owners have melted Granny to liquid gold!
The sister who co-owns the pawn shop gets the golden treatment, which terrifies her brother so much that he faints. (The intellect of the pawn shop owners is just a little below that of the crooks in the original Home Alone movies, and they generally get what’s coming to them.)
Hannah and Leon are spared The Touch in the movie. Madame Latimer did something to Leon to change him from bully to nice kid, a change still in effect at movie’s end. And Billy does plenty of touching with his friends. It would’ve added to the movie’s tension had Billy turned Hannah to gold and had to turn her back. Perhaps Ashley Lyn Cafagna, the actress who played Hannah, didn’t want to undergo the process that would’ve made her a golden girl.
In all, The Midas Touch isn’t a bad movie, and those whose fantasies lean heavily to thoughts of metallacizing others will probably be able to use the movie as a launching pad for their fantasies. You may want to see if it can be streamed online. And, should you find it in a bin at Wal-Mart, there are worse ways to spend $5.00.
If you look at my deviantART gallery here https://www.deviantart.com/fmtfluver/gallery/ you’ll see something near or over 300 pieces of art, most of it involving transformations of some kind or other. It features women turning into dogs, cats, frogs, lizards, babies, shrinking, growing, acquiring enormous breasts, many kinds of transformation.
But then, there are also pieces of art such as this:
These are examples of different transformations, where the subjects are animals turned human. As you may know, the subjects above are certain little ponies who have become women. (Not girls, but women — don’t want to play around with underage nudes, after all.)
The idea of animals transformed into homo sapiens isn’t quite as common as the reverse. But they can still be entertaining and, yes, even erotic to the TF fan.
There was a movie in 1951 called You Never Can Tell about a dog who was supposed to inherit a lot of money, but he was shot to death before he could do so. He appeals to an assembly of animals in the next life to be given the chance to go back and help capture his murderer. He wish is granted, and he is turned into a man do pursue his mission. He is also assigned a filly who is turned into a woman to help him. (There’s a great scene where the woman, who still has her speed, is trotting alongside a bus to catch up with it.)
Bewitched dealt with this idea a few times. In a first season episode called “The Cat’s Meow,” Darrin is trying to find the right Asian model for an ad campaign. Samantha takes a stray Siamese and turns it into a woman, and a pretty sexy female at that. TF fans will like how she drinks tea catlike at one point of the episode.
The following season, a stray racehorse shows up in the Stephens’ back yard and Samantha humanizes it to find out where it came from. The horse, Dolly, was a cute woman.
Then, there was Comet, Supergirl’s pet horse in the 1960s. For those who don’t know, Comet was actually Biron, a centaur from mythological times. I won’t go into how he became a full horse with Kryptonian-like powers. (He was not vulnerable to kryptonite, which put him one-up on the other super-people and critters of the time.) Whenever a comet passed near Earth (Byron got his horsey name because of a comet-shaped birthmark on his flank), Byron turned into a human. And it was in this form he became Bronco Bill Starr, a rodeo rider. And one of Supergirl’s most recurring, yes, boyfriends. Thank God that Dr. Wertham never found out about THAT one!
There are novels on the subject. One I’ve read is Carmen Dog, set in a world in which women are turning into animals and vice versa. The main character is a dog who is turning into a woman while the wife of her “owner” is becoming a turtle. There’s a heavy feminist statement in the book about the dividing line between spouses and pets. If that doesn’t bother you, you might want to give the book a try.
I can remember a “Modern Madcap” cartoon from the 1950s or 1960s about a dog who finds a man’s suit and puts it on to live life as a man. It ends with him getting rid of the suit and declaring that “A dog’s life is best after all.” It was pretty par for the course in the “Madcap” series.
W have just scratched the surface. Can anyone else come up with more animal – to – human transformations?