tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87996406869968648592024-03-17T20:04:28.565-07:00Sydney's Sissy CaptionsSydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.comBlogger865125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-18842422112248283542024-03-08T18:01:00.000-08:002024-03-08T18:08:11.205-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 8 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaEKN1o4gGC49NP8pH3Wu05puZn1iX9WjyEPfzzoeFB2iu2vevTxznfpwHQkEpPoFCr2FVSo5b60xA7CvTiDGkybJX-bEZx7Xqb9Ez37ZgcPsCiGyHVdLzVoDzM3Z_FIY0QESFeJ2JLZm-oxeNgsotf1X_tWvQybd0Uq4zsOrkjdTTDdo1znJyHC0gX3g/s1080/SheZamPt8D.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaEKN1o4gGC49NP8pH3Wu05puZn1iX9WjyEPfzzoeFB2iu2vevTxznfpwHQkEpPoFCr2FVSo5b60xA7CvTiDGkybJX-bEZx7Xqb9Ez37ZgcPsCiGyHVdLzVoDzM3Z_FIY0QESFeJ2JLZm-oxeNgsotf1X_tWvQybd0Uq4zsOrkjdTTDdo1znJyHC0gX3g/s320/SheZamPt8D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hi! Here's another SheZam episode! The views for these are much lower than the other kinds of captions but the story is fun to write and the people that do enjoy them seem to enjoy them quite a bit. 😀 This is the last caption in the tank right now since I got sick and then I hurt myself on accident so it's been hard to get in the mood and then hard to physically make the captions. Sorry, but I'll be back soon to continue Billy's story and all kinds of other (at least initially) reluctant girls. <div><br /></div><div>I have a lot of images and stories ready to combine into a caption, been playing around with AI image generators a little bit for fun, I don't know how you girls feel about that stuff because I'm admittedly kind of dumb so let me know if it would be a turn-off for any of you. It's fun to be able to conjure up pictures for story ideas I never had a visual representation for, so it would be cool to expand on it. So please provide some opinions if you have any and I'll be back soon, my lovelies. <p></p><div><br /></div><div>XOXO </div><div>-Syd</div></div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-82655885625142721142024-03-02T08:19:00.000-08:002024-03-02T08:19:30.654-08:00The Son He Never Had<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNw6dZqDtgoyVR-PcrhHJ5SKkhDI0gC-msiqz3yN4_9hgG-R_n_pLfPFHhu0zGSEzuHvE3-i9mWilpMZ_NWsj0WpYhunJrvZH91fsW4KK8FAKe9TVft7wzkDnruDtqfqJ3lr9ommz56Ra44VaUCoh2U1RQD6DrkjoM_pF3bxT6rPHF-RuORoSoSpbdg1S5/s1080/TheSonHeNeverHad.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNw6dZqDtgoyVR-PcrhHJ5SKkhDI0gC-msiqz3yN4_9hgG-R_n_pLfPFHhu0zGSEzuHvE3-i9mWilpMZ_NWsj0WpYhunJrvZH91fsW4KK8FAKe9TVft7wzkDnruDtqfqJ3lr9ommz56Ra44VaUCoh2U1RQD6DrkjoM_pF3bxT6rPHF-RuORoSoSpbdg1S5/s320/TheSonHeNeverHad.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-43050683927518502342024-02-24T06:00:00.000-08:002024-02-24T06:00:00.236-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 7<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYVOMq8Zh9AUf2eCy7BhUrWpAw5X8TxEoTUK6aXdDNLZE09cUXDpabK0DO8KHBel-9UTN3Ic0kXktweOVR2UwKkDlVXSx5fLqx-cYOo9GUbdnVmwkv4MWXRMVZ_vS9Il8N0WKR_2J1KtNBRxRKcSAV2pthqt3-j6OIa3mOjMnhERHTJSQZ8IHHKrXPLbp/s1080/SheZamPt7D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNYVOMq8Zh9AUf2eCy7BhUrWpAw5X8TxEoTUK6aXdDNLZE09cUXDpabK0DO8KHBel-9UTN3Ic0kXktweOVR2UwKkDlVXSx5fLqx-cYOo9GUbdnVmwkv4MWXRMVZ_vS9Il8N0WKR_2J1KtNBRxRKcSAV2pthqt3-j6OIa3mOjMnhERHTJSQZ8IHHKrXPLbp/s320/SheZamPt7D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-5879739506936930432024-02-17T06:00:00.000-08:002024-02-17T06:00:00.234-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 6<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCAR2pLoyageBnYB4VOkQpq7cI_uoptAX9AbaCeZJJR_4WtKnXYKBsQHs4hzY8Ye8Qt-ZPt9Vz6uOIB2SP1Ssp7zalwmNpZrrrfINSPKb1tPxgdrscILDVgXm2ziQhzdFAngQMZ4glO9Yx3SZPjPSBDGlQ2spalVEsEaZRrm9UZVQTGlN_iboJC7EPMWy/s1080/ezgif-3-afa1471fb2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCAR2pLoyageBnYB4VOkQpq7cI_uoptAX9AbaCeZJJR_4WtKnXYKBsQHs4hzY8Ye8Qt-ZPt9Vz6uOIB2SP1Ssp7zalwmNpZrrrfINSPKb1tPxgdrscILDVgXm2ziQhzdFAngQMZ4glO9Yx3SZPjPSBDGlQ2spalVEsEaZRrm9UZVQTGlN_iboJC7EPMWy/s320/ezgif-3-afa1471fb2.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-51139938426431111412024-02-10T06:00:00.000-08:002024-02-10T06:00:00.125-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 5<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKlXdaN4SGC_Y1JZOUVbc6gz2a_q0fOOX86T_VTo6k-D1s_JF06RbprWE0f5NFbbKFnoUf-QynHfYH8m14vIrRA9BDaoGIZ8uUxZqzEX9kG3MzyPA9hvy49vIaijhvmcAI15jGtQ7tKa-KTaqqV64ATwfGrcQyRFKwizz0ZKRaP7A_okFMNCure1Pmnis/s1080/SheZamPt5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKlXdaN4SGC_Y1JZOUVbc6gz2a_q0fOOX86T_VTo6k-D1s_JF06RbprWE0f5NFbbKFnoUf-QynHfYH8m14vIrRA9BDaoGIZ8uUxZqzEX9kG3MzyPA9hvy49vIaijhvmcAI15jGtQ7tKa-KTaqqV64ATwfGrcQyRFKwizz0ZKRaP7A_okFMNCure1Pmnis/s320/SheZamPt5D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> The next 2 segments after this are a bit of Billy's emotional journey, still not sure how long it's gonna end up but I'm definitely covering the 3 days away from Kahndaq. <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-90721308013159797572024-02-03T06:00:00.000-08:002024-02-03T06:00:00.130-08:00A Step in a New Direction <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Mx6cuVEK4vGlY8JjxSXYhhxkPTnDee3lrEmUTRYZrAqeEXr4pqtq4I-hi1gSdnnFRMgr-7ncQshn1lXoVTgeJ_GyLeYAUwndutNp3NZ-WirxG_jz-xWXPbp6NRbHgZxKABfL1t4Q01xuE2d6OWkp-_4FoZx9yNs-WYMLHOg3LQyxVSgvAZpLohqy2i9X/s1080/AStepInANewDirection.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Mx6cuVEK4vGlY8JjxSXYhhxkPTnDee3lrEmUTRYZrAqeEXr4pqtq4I-hi1gSdnnFRMgr-7ncQshn1lXoVTgeJ_GyLeYAUwndutNp3NZ-WirxG_jz-xWXPbp6NRbHgZxKABfL1t4Q01xuE2d6OWkp-_4FoZx9yNs-WYMLHOg3LQyxVSgvAZpLohqy2i9X/s320/AStepInANewDirection.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-75278556392553785332024-01-27T06:00:00.000-08:002024-01-27T06:00:00.130-08:00Missing Dick<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOeeit7nbGFBzI4TSjW8y2R-1gRyZh2azTGo80jWg-7TUzmj1yvqNyj2kskgBDykW8ofl0NSWkthe1OgWfi43pXqoryXPsmsEWADespU0XZNJ5lPEzwPXWoGrksxfjwhWVg6_ygM2hiUkrqV6avsFksb2BKE5ATpJWVBTuxoJSNbWtDprp217pOQ0k13S/s1080/MissingDick.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOeeit7nbGFBzI4TSjW8y2R-1gRyZh2azTGo80jWg-7TUzmj1yvqNyj2kskgBDykW8ofl0NSWkthe1OgWfi43pXqoryXPsmsEWADespU0XZNJ5lPEzwPXWoGrksxfjwhWVg6_ygM2hiUkrqV6avsFksb2BKE5ATpJWVBTuxoJSNbWtDprp217pOQ0k13S/s320/MissingDick.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>This and the next Cap will be a little break from the SheZam! Captions for those that don't like the Magic stuff. But Ms. Billy isn't far away!</p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-41582887374250304492024-01-20T06:00:00.000-08:002024-01-20T06:00:00.124-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 4 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPqmGNFo1s8sBl_XbBKPAohSXYGqQdn_eAljU-Gks3OegvhH7Wbct0AQFLy1G6heB4MPN1LaNb2PMqIgS-j_l1N0JYVF85mWdtF2uLgimc2L5Ybdpc5RIhz6bxjOqzFy_kMXO-StU-ZyTVeXvumMwJvgp06P2iVzmXy9FvH-ocQOwYGh5eNIJHdR9D6jX/s1080/ShezamPt4D.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPqmGNFo1s8sBl_XbBKPAohSXYGqQdn_eAljU-Gks3OegvhH7Wbct0AQFLy1G6heB4MPN1LaNb2PMqIgS-j_l1N0JYVF85mWdtF2uLgimc2L5Ybdpc5RIhz6bxjOqzFy_kMXO-StU-ZyTVeXvumMwJvgp06P2iVzmXy9FvH-ocQOwYGh5eNIJHdR9D6jX/s320/ShezamPt4D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> We'll see Billy in some plain clothes next time. 😀 <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-50213563839087729142024-01-13T06:00:00.000-08:002024-01-13T06:00:00.145-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 3<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3JrEvYSmQRRWpcRLyyW4LKmQ9y7eqxMnQ3JnJgNSQL3Wpb3_NhyehqUEkRmU_COvAEpyN93Mtp7M-GUtHwga4bI2Go88fKzq0WhoqOY0zXMcYD1O_S1HqfTX8PAiMU-urvdrQKS6pIMIhI9zwI8jNMfmI_EzSwI4IGURJMRvV2IJfsm1T1GsWV7CMFMD/s1080/SheZamPt3D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3JrEvYSmQRRWpcRLyyW4LKmQ9y7eqxMnQ3JnJgNSQL3Wpb3_NhyehqUEkRmU_COvAEpyN93Mtp7M-GUtHwga4bI2Go88fKzq0WhoqOY0zXMcYD1O_S1HqfTX8PAiMU-urvdrQKS6pIMIhI9zwI8jNMfmI_EzSwI4IGURJMRvV2IJfsm1T1GsWV7CMFMD/s320/SheZamPt3D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Part 4 Next Week! <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-28609085164131180282024-01-06T06:00:00.000-08:002024-01-06T06:00:00.134-08:00SHEZAM! pt. 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgep-udsCNO3Q5gOH8xtRXlA_UbaHk16lg3LSM1rDipjTAu1PpIOQ5WdBJSN8Zl5Hgez6UlbLDQcePISdZF93mfdOtuTnG_HYgpDeQEY0i0LFt55QCB-l7TK7OVQ1arsTIBSfAcS7YN4csAikHvv8ZWC7aLZPrRQxY68urWxaA6epwS6FsqN0DXPzBvk3pg/s1080/ShezamPt2D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1080" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgep-udsCNO3Q5gOH8xtRXlA_UbaHk16lg3LSM1rDipjTAu1PpIOQ5WdBJSN8Zl5Hgez6UlbLDQcePISdZF93mfdOtuTnG_HYgpDeQEY0i0LFt55QCB-l7TK7OVQ1arsTIBSfAcS7YN4csAikHvv8ZWC7aLZPrRQxY68urWxaA6epwS6FsqN0DXPzBvk3pg/s320/ShezamPt2D.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Had a LOT of requests to bring Ms. Billy back, especially on Deviantart. Hopefully they find their way back here for this one. Part 3 is next week!<p></p><p><br /></p><p>I'm going to make this one kind of long so if anyone has any ideas they'd like to see let me know and I'll try working them into the story so far!</p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-25116716594236220222024-01-05T06:00:00.000-08:002024-01-05T06:00:00.141-08:00A Pair of Your Own<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6RUobZ2BEKWYkmQpEBAh_4bo0OQJsu02HZmqkUGhbtQtdXl2ntrrrYvXjlzfkmckUFlbTDWZd-nDOVNeHaQXPNsCBGHnIgz8e64F3OSnoRmlxVwjTedWY8Acy0-N4x45FgVnXhcDYpzwlf20aZMY2I_vF3v7Ah0R0W6Ie4No5OcoDMWtoxHuLqD1TPOw/s1080/APairOfYourOwnD.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="1080" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6RUobZ2BEKWYkmQpEBAh_4bo0OQJsu02HZmqkUGhbtQtdXl2ntrrrYvXjlzfkmckUFlbTDWZd-nDOVNeHaQXPNsCBGHnIgz8e64F3OSnoRmlxVwjTedWY8Acy0-N4x45FgVnXhcDYpzwlf20aZMY2I_vF3v7Ah0R0W6Ie4No5OcoDMWtoxHuLqD1TPOw/s320/APairOfYourOwnD.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div>Oh and if anyone wants to go back and read the Shezam caption, it might be good to have it fresh in mind tomorrow. 😉</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-51664955775908514782024-01-03T15:52:00.000-08:002024-01-03T15:52:57.168-08:00Senior Prank <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvWwk0IFC-__zSG4fWCKY3qEnzMSeoEZBvL0C1_JXOwcJO_CxOjY0NGjtu8nPx8mHZObPUG_JkEupojzQAY2tyb4vYOTf14imu89FdkKNPVcfaptrZ90sbuJSBIK9gSpUnlQNIgfbOIxWkowbpIML8V_yFBzaO8bAo5ytyXw0ElJMchj8haaq0DGv-Qtk/s1075/DeeTensionDone.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="1075" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvWwk0IFC-__zSG4fWCKY3qEnzMSeoEZBvL0C1_JXOwcJO_CxOjY0NGjtu8nPx8mHZObPUG_JkEupojzQAY2tyb4vYOTf14imu89FdkKNPVcfaptrZ90sbuJSBIK9gSpUnlQNIgfbOIxWkowbpIML8V_yFBzaO8bAo5ytyXw0ElJMchj8haaq0DGv-Qtk/s320/DeeTensionDone.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> It's been a while. I've had this request for nearly a year and I felt really bad this whole time about not having been able to Crack a story for the image I was happy with but I think I finally did it. <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-64813420886018103052023-11-02T10:36:00.002-07:002023-11-02T10:36:30.263-07:00Quick Message. <p> Hey, girls. I took down the Successful Fundraiser post from last week because it apparently warranted my entire DeviantArt being permanently banned. The caption didn't even have anything risqué in it, so I'm not sure why I had to lose everything without warning. But I've had that account since I was a teenager, I learned a lot from there and had so many friends and captions and art I loved in the Favorites folder so I'm just really upset about it and sorry I had to take the caption down, between that and my Tumblr getting toasted a year ago, I don't wanna lose this site too. </p><p><br /></p><p>XOXO</p><p>-Syd.</p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-3021194795598036222023-10-29T10:07:00.001-07:002023-10-29T10:19:47.377-07:00Black Wedding (Halloween)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcb75CvMTpNGQ2zL3kXdcBvqoUPImS9QxoAVmCp5_GTMKG04N40AymKVWHG4ComO_bK9ftk_d4wxFzAiFRGc-olyz4xq7-dFK8pvbSxqBwCOtggdB55X8LURStJpiAetgIlqkynSsarvV9XEVP7x2NNJUWawXuZastJqNDTSGeQ61dDD-gvMAgddADglgI/s1080/BlackWedding.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1080" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcb75CvMTpNGQ2zL3kXdcBvqoUPImS9QxoAVmCp5_GTMKG04N40AymKVWHG4ComO_bK9ftk_d4wxFzAiFRGc-olyz4xq7-dFK8pvbSxqBwCOtggdB55X8LURStJpiAetgIlqkynSsarvV9XEVP7x2NNJUWawXuZastJqNDTSGeQ61dDD-gvMAgddADglgI/s320/BlackWedding.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Ok, this one is really different from my usual work and it's pretty dark I think but it was a lot of fun to make and I hope it's fun to read. Ignore the Wednesday red carpet premiere background please. <p></p><div><br /></div><div>Eddie Cruz was something of a cautionary</div><div>tale in the neighborhood, an urban legend</div><div>that some weren't sure even existed at all.</div><div>The community was quite straight-edge</div><div>and religious, the town didn't even have a</div><div>liquor store. So a horror story about a kid</div><div>who listened to sinful music, skipped</div><div>church, snuck out, did drugs, and</div><div>supposedly dabbled in the dark arts was</div><div>something parents clung to and the</div><div>neighborhood kids embellished. Some</div><div>say Eddie blew up in a meth lab, some say</div><div>that he was one town over strung out on</div><div>drugs, some say he joined a cult and ate</div><div>ravens under the overpass. But one</div><div>scenario nobody considered: He</div><div>summoned a demon to Earth and was</div><div>forced to become its bride.</div><div><br /></div><div>While that turn of events seemed</div><div>farfetched, seeing Eddie return to the</div><div>town on the morning of October 31st with</div><div>long hair, a soft, beautiful, made-up face</div><div>with plump kissable lips that drew the</div><div>eyes of all the repressed young men who</div><div>passed the gorgeous young woman</div><div>before knowing the story, the truth would</div><div>soon come to light. The Black veil and</div><div>wedding dress would soon signal the</div><div>coming of the demon Eddie, rather</div><div>Valentina as the demon so affectionately</div><div>renamed her, was now shackled to forever</div><div>more.</div><div><br /></div><div>She started her day walking the street, her</div><div>black heels echoing unnaturally loudly,</div><div>turning heads and handing out invitations</div><div>on black matte paper with blood red print.</div><div>There would be a wedding between she</div><div>and her new master in the town square at</div><div>nightfall. This prompted a response from</div><div>the local police, as well as Valentina's</div><div>parents, who all met up at the police</div><div>station, their extreme' religious beliefs</div><div>prompting them to take this unbelievable</div><div>story deadly serious.</div><div><br /></div><div>When questioned as to why they would</div><div>believe this demon's servant was really</div><div>Eddie, she spoke in her high-pitched,</div><div>nearly unrecognizable voice to describe</div><div>intimate details that both of her parents</div><div>recognized as memories they'd made</div><div>with Eddie. When asked how they were</div><div>supposed to believe how this beautiful</div><div>young woman was Eddie, who always</div><div>looked a bit rough for wear, she asked</div><div>that her parents leave the room, after they</div><div>did, she stood and lowered her black lace</div><div>panties and raised the dress, revealing a</div><div>severely shrunken pair of testicles sitting</div><div>snugly below a locked black chastity cage</div><div>that let off an orange glow as if</div><div>enchanted by hellfire. She pulled her</div><div>panties back up and returned to her Seay</div><div>as her parents re-entered and the cops</div><div>assured them this was their boy. Was</div><div><br /></div><div>Detailing what happened, Eddie had felt</div><div>shunned by the town and fell in with</div><div>individuals who practiced the black arts,</div><div>unaware that their plan was to offer him</div><div>as a sacrifice to a demon in order to gain</div><div>powers from them the previous</div><div>Halloween. However, when he was</div><div>summoned, he laid claim to his sacrifice,</div><div>causing the enchanted to lock away any</div><div>ties to his previous manhood. Eddie then</div><div>watched as those who betrayed him were..</div><div>denied a wish and were dragged kicking</div><div>and screaming to Hell.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eddie was christened Valentina and the</div><div>enchanted chastity cage projected its</div><div>influence upon her, slowly morphing her</div><div>face and body to that of the demon's</div><div>desire. Making her more submissive,</div><div>loyal, and attracted to her captor, often</div><div>haunted by dreams of the eventual</div><div>consummation of their unhold union on</div><div>the night of the following Halloween.</div><div>Wearing anything but the lingerie,</div><div>dresses, and heels chosen by her master</div><div>brought immense pain, attempting to</div><div>escape or get help would make her body</div><div>cease to walk, take away her voice until</div><div>she gave up on each futile attempt,</div><div>except for this day, a wedding gift from</div><div>her soon-to-be demonic husband. She</div><div>was allowed to return home and speak</div><div>freely to her family until nightfall, when</div><div>would be claimed, táken, and</div><div>supernaturally impregnated while living</div><div>eternally in the demon's realm. But she</div><div>needs two things: Her Father to give her</div><div>away and the town to be in attendance.</div><div><br /></div><div>They refused but Valentina insisted that</div><div>this was the only way to keep him from</div><div>leveling the town. If they followed the</div><div>instructions, the town would be spared.</div><div>So that night, the entire town gathered.</div><div>Frightened and disgusted at the sight</div><div>before them. The petite and beautiful</div><div>woman in the revealing dress that was</div><div>once the hoody-clad teenager that</div><div>inspired his neighbors to lock their car</div><div>doors when he skated by, being walked</div><div>down the aisle in towering heels by her</div><div>Father to an 8 foot tall demon standing</div><div>nude, his cock swinging past his knees.</div><div>Crimson skin and rippling muscles that</div><div>look as if they were' carved in granite.</div><div>Slicked hair, a large beard, and a</div><div>victorious grin upon his face as he looked</div><div>out to the crowd before him. They had to</div><div>watch as he stood proudly, his victim</div><div>standing barely a foot away, practically</div><div>eye level with his endowment. The local</div><div>pástor between the two, declaring their</div><div>marriage. As he leaned down and their</div><div>lips met, a Hellish portal opened behind</div><div>them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Every young man in the crowd shouted in</div><div>pain and terror as they clutched at the</div><div>laps of their pants. They then fell silent as</div><div>they stood, marching single-file as if by</div><div>ce into the portal. Valentin looked out</div><div>over the crowd left behind, her eyes</div><div>turning an inky black. "Your harem, my</div><div>King.'</div><div><br /></div><div>He chuckled, and put his strong arm</div><div>around his bride and used his strong,</div><div>clawed hand to pull her close as a sinister</div><div>smile grew across her face, she had</div><div>gotten back at the town that shunned her,</div><div>having taken all of the sons they</div><div>unfavorably compared him to. Her</div><div>husband replied, "Your servants, my</div><div>Queen."</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-416648464047902252023-10-27T14:12:00.001-07:002023-10-27T17:28:06.425-07:00His & Her-Mione (Halloween)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpw3St335C95GOxomB0KLAensEf9XzCx-O3fIB4NNnI50_6Bd7QonJf0dwSeFZozzs0ZJz8OqW-nc8yHTkc_QYeX6FYNpeGNMs19msRIjRESO7qKPQGjuJGpccf0c0HWyIEiR50we5ASFCmyc8Egpb_XmKSa5A2sWzSJcAgh0Tgr5dLysyEfs_NlGe6RN/s1080/HisAndHerMioneD.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1080" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpw3St335C95GOxomB0KLAensEf9XzCx-O3fIB4NNnI50_6Bd7QonJf0dwSeFZozzs0ZJz8OqW-nc8yHTkc_QYeX6FYNpeGNMs19msRIjRESO7qKPQGjuJGpccf0c0HWyIEiR50we5ASFCmyc8Egpb_XmKSa5A2sWzSJcAgh0Tgr5dLysyEfs_NlGe6RN/s320/HisAndHerMioneD.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I think this is my first Lindsay Lohan caption, when I was a kid I wanted to be her so much! So now I kinda wanna do more. <p></p><div><br /></div><div>Being asked by my Mom to babysit for</div><div>Mrs. Booker, a younger Mom who led her</div><div>pilates class at the gym, was</div><div>embarrassing. I mean, who wants a</div><div>21-year-old guy to babysit for them? But</div><div>Mom said it was in exchange for free</div><div>personal lessons and if I wanted to have a</div><div>roof over my head while I continued to be</div><div>unemployed, I'd pull my weight here and</div><div>there. So I agreed, little did I know just</div><div>what an effect that would have on the</div><div>trajectory of my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs. Booker looked like an OnlyFans</div><div>model. Always looking her best, she was</div><div>even flirty and floaty with pale dorks like</div><div>me. She was an inch or two taller than</div><div>me. Then I met her husband, a towering,</div><div>chiseled, dark mountain of a man. I felt</div><div>like a child standing next to him, it was</div><div>intimidating. Especially when his wife so</div><div>openly flirting with me in front of him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Their kid was a sweetheart, he was</div><div>agreeable and well-behaved, even made</div><div>me consider being a Dad some day.</div><div>Moreso when I imagined Mrs. Booker as</div><div>their Mother. One day she turned up</div><div>shortly after her Husband left, and put the</div><div>kid to bed before pouring me a drink and</div><div>one thing led to another... We ended up</div><div>having sex in her marital bed, I thought I</div><div>performed quickly and awkwardly, but she</div><div>said I was just perfect and gave me an</div><div>extra 100 bucks and sent me on my way.</div><div>She continued to text me afterward, which</div><div>was... Really cool. But again, scary,</div><div>knowing her husband could probably kick</div><div>down my front door with little effort. She</div><div>continued to suggest things like shaving</div><div>my body and giving me little workouts to</div><div>do, I didn't know anything about that stuff</div><div>but if the hottest woman on the planet.</div><div>thought I should do it, it was probably a</div><div>good idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>We fooled around a few more times, but</div><div>her Husband came home early, wel</div><div>managed to get dressed, but it was a</div><div>close one. She asked if I trusted her</div><div>afterward, and I let her put a cage over my</div><div>dick, to keep us from doing anything</div><div>naughty again since she had so much</div><div>trouble resisting me. It was unbelievably</div><div>frustrating to spend the day thinking</div><div>about her, her giving me a long, sensual</div><div>hug goodbye and then having to just go</div><div>home and not do anything about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then one day, she told me that her kid</div><div>was really into Harry Potter, and was</div><div>going to be Harry for Halloween and</div><div>wanted me to be Hermione. I thought it</div><div>was odd that a kid so young would be into</div><div>Harry Potter, but whatever. It took some</div><div>convincing, teasing, and promises of</div><div>certain acts, but I agreed to get dolled up</div><div>as Hermione for Halloween. Mrs. Booker</div><div>excitedly said I had to practice a few</div><div>things beforehand. So she stayed home a</div><div>few days to have me do laps around her</div><div>house in 6-inch heels with a giant, heavy</div><div>pair of realistic breast forms glued to my</div><div>chest. She continued to tease me, saying</div><div>what a cute little slut I made for, seeing</div><div>myself with big boobs, a locked up dick,</div><div>completely hairless under the eyebrows,</div><div>my new slim form from the workouts, and</div><div>a pair of high heels was pretty troubling...</div><div>The day of, she showed me my costume,</div><div>explaining that the only adult size was</div><div>slutty Hermione, with a tight sweater</div><div>showcasing very prominent cleavage, a</div><div>super short skirt, and some knee-highs.</div><div>The heels I'm still not sure about. She did</div><div>my make-up and applied the wig to my</div><div>head. We took some fun and sexy photos</div><div>together, interrupted by her husband</div><div>entering the room in his costume. He was</div><div>shirtless, oiled up, in tight leather pants.</div><div>Wearing a domino mask. Mrs. Booker</div><div>insisted I take a few photos with him, it</div><div>was pretty emasculating taking photos</div><div>while eyelevel with a bodybuilder's pecks,</div><div>only that tall because I was teetering in</div><div>this pair of heels.</div><div><br /></div><div>We went downstairs and I saw what was</div><div>supposed to be the Harry Potter to my</div><div>Hermione... Dressed as one of the dogs</div><div>from Paw Patrol and being taken by Mrs.</div><div>Booker's younger Sister for the evening. I</div><div>tried to figure out what was going on as</div><div>Mr. Booker's arm wrapped around me and</div><div>caressed my shoulder. Holding me too</div><div>tight to slip away as Mrs. Booker</div><div>explained that the Hermione thing was a</div><div>lie, they wanted a costume I could</div><div>believably be Tricked into wearing. The</div><div>real occasion was a Halloween party with</div><div>some of their special friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>These "special friends" have apparently</div><div>been following my "progress" un</div><div>becoming the sissy pet they wanted to</div><div>turn me into. I tried to ask what but Mr.</div><div>Booker used his free hand to turn my chin</div><div>up and into a kiss, then moved the other</div><div>hand from his shoulder to my ass, only</div><div>guarded by the thin skirt and the striped</div><div>panties under them. I squirmed. Mrs.</div><div>Booker had moved in and began rubbing</div><div>my cage through the panties before</div><div>kissing me herself, then moving my hand</div><div>to Mr. Booker's crotch, feeling his growing</div><div>bulge, I instinctively ran my hand along it</div><div>to feel the length of it then pulled it away.</div><div>They told me that I was to put on a little</div><div>show for their friends, and if I did well I'd</div><div>be invited to more gatherings, if I didn't</div><div>want to, I was free to go, but the key to my</div><div>cage stayed with them.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-10375932900600370472023-10-22T15:09:00.006-07:002023-10-22T15:20:49.969-07:00Hooked<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXa7B8zPQbGvLTXuUOlcVdHh8kEMSQiAV-Px8AbHkR_sK2I3DoWZFRUAMt7I3_6VLqbybSi2_9WIXXvvt4phnf_4btMJ4xm9CSR9fyQVFo3taZMhumjsvJqRjvZxkhRq0xtO0-q5zVD2Fdxrn473YnY5FfTzBPGOldXeDs9AUoc6xux6iEaTzKIZ5i9au/s1213/Screenshot_20230918_200710_GIF%20Studio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="939" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXa7B8zPQbGvLTXuUOlcVdHh8kEMSQiAV-Px8AbHkR_sK2I3DoWZFRUAMt7I3_6VLqbybSi2_9WIXXvvt4phnf_4btMJ4xm9CSR9fyQVFo3taZMhumjsvJqRjvZxkhRq0xtO0-q5zVD2Fdxrn473YnY5FfTzBPGOldXeDs9AUoc6xux6iEaTzKIZ5i9au/s320/Screenshot_20230918_200710_GIF%20Studio.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hey, everyone. Things have been pretty tough lately, sorry that I've been gone. My confidence and creativity has been shot, but I've been sitting on this caption for a little bit and thought I'd share it and let everyone know I'm ok. I plan to have a few new ones ready to go for Halloween because I don't want to let everyone down, I do enough of that in the real world. Please enjoy, I love and miss you all. Hopefully I'll be back to normal soon. <br /> </div><br /> This was inspired by the "In This World, I'm Elise" story by Surgcat on Literotica that I was super into but unfortunately like "School Policy" that I did a few caps inspired by, both the story and the author have disappeared from their respective sites. Both are stories I was very excited to see continue, so hopefully they turn back up some day. <p></p><div><br /></div><div>EDIT: oops. Last word in the third paragraph is supposed to be Alpha, not outlaw. I'm a ditz.</div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-76666299041242790782023-09-23T18:33:00.002-07:002023-09-23T18:33:24.484-07:00A Mother's Influence (Request)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13WOa_2ODtz7eEaykPpP5r3eoouPft_pLG-U1QQ1SIACY8_YoqutToZxTOyUvoPEuWa9G00v5HrsRK0Tki2Wt5V-koyORoeDK87cxyRbWaQc8xaKHcocsPW6Lo0OxIXOnzM6kvbSl2Lt_dydJbjPn8Gf5aoGOuVRgFeW8bh64UlKsnme8-qEccTWttIPU/s1219/Screenshot_20230918_182824_GIF%20Studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1219" data-original-width="1007" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13WOa_2ODtz7eEaykPpP5r3eoouPft_pLG-U1QQ1SIACY8_YoqutToZxTOyUvoPEuWa9G00v5HrsRK0Tki2Wt5V-koyORoeDK87cxyRbWaQc8xaKHcocsPW6Lo0OxIXOnzM6kvbSl2Lt_dydJbjPn8Gf5aoGOuVRgFeW8bh64UlKsnme8-qEccTWttIPU/s320/Screenshot_20230918_182824_GIF%20Studio.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><br /> I was sent this picture. I don't know who it is or what it's from, but she is utterly gorgeous and I'd like more of her! <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-69189377763665503022023-09-21T17:01:00.001-07:002023-09-21T17:01:03.778-07:00Some Time Away<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09IUxee-jxcojYBxw7-BcTtaaisF1TtDVmYhU4iLVH2g1oQGd4aOC8hET5V2IGPXvnwQmQmLvylUhs2wizpKKLj9U-RDSYfvH0yFHBvEtD8pkFpEgjHnsCKy7X0tVIqdDIwo12jSbc1Enk2ipEslyCmG-0W-lRiTsRxmVuMdKj0coiEr3Ruq-zZL8lRdY/s1080/Screenshot_20230918_190758_GIF%20Studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="1080" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi09IUxee-jxcojYBxw7-BcTtaaisF1TtDVmYhU4iLVH2g1oQGd4aOC8hET5V2IGPXvnwQmQmLvylUhs2wizpKKLj9U-RDSYfvH0yFHBvEtD8pkFpEgjHnsCKy7X0tVIqdDIwo12jSbc1Enk2ipEslyCmG-0W-lRiTsRxmVuMdKj0coiEr3Ruq-zZL8lRdY/s320/Screenshot_20230918_190758_GIF%20Studio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hey, girls. I've been told a lot that some of the captions are hard to read because of the font, so I'm hoping this is a little clearer? Let me know please, because if this is better I might have to re-do the last couple of requests. Like I've said, I make these on a phone because I don't own a computer so it's harder to find the means to make these as well as tell if they're difficult to read. <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-86569229783510885812023-09-16T06:00:00.005-07:002023-09-17T08:59:26.535-07:00A Letter Home<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid09GkFRHzFSQprJHYkaXH25pvFb_43Dr7TH4iGNi-ixhzFR8Qb0HB5XbKASWuZYBe25fNdyZRZx_eOvikMs6HGylSmmW8rdfCJQ0elwBMm7ew51C6kKWgPRGvmKfzWDpu99oEpvo6fVTOJaAu7NqmWJ3lPR2Xq1DXcayqlGAD7AU2LJ51Yd83GRJ-Qcfl/s1276/frame_1_delay-0.33s-6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1276" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid09GkFRHzFSQprJHYkaXH25pvFb_43Dr7TH4iGNi-ixhzFR8Qb0HB5XbKASWuZYBe25fNdyZRZx_eOvikMs6HGylSmmW8rdfCJQ0elwBMm7ew51C6kKWgPRGvmKfzWDpu99oEpvo6fVTOJaAu7NqmWJ3lPR2Xq1DXcayqlGAD7AU2LJ51Yd83GRJ-Qcfl/s320/frame_1_delay-0.33s-6.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div><br /></div><div><div id="result" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-shadow: rgba(204, 204, 204, 0.6) 0px 1px 11px 3px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px auto; outline: 0px; overflow: auto; padding: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: break-spaces;">

Dear Auntie,
Here's a photo of me on the set of my very own movie. It's been a long time coming, especially since the whole cultural reset occurred I thought it would be difficult for me to find a role, especially a leading role as a guy in a dress after getting my theater degree, but you believed in me. My siblings always talked about how out of touch and loopy you are, but when they disowned me for not being deemed essential or manly enough to avoid the new mandates, you took me in helped me become
my new self, and bought me a ticket. You even helped me decide my new name when I got here, no longer Corey, I'm Destiny!</div><div id="result" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-shadow: rgba(204, 204, 204, 0.6) 0px 1px 11px 3px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px auto; outline: 0px; overflow: auto; padding: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: break-spaces;">
It was difficult at first, not having your guiding hand or your safe house I have a place of my own, well I share it with a few other gurls in the same boat as me but, not to brag, I'm definitely the most successful one of us. I had a guest spot on a sitcom where I went on a date with Damon Wayans, Jr. and I got to play a real girl! And Damon was super nice!</div><div id="result" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-shadow: rgba(204, 204, 204, 0.6) 0px 1px 11px 3px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px auto; outline: 0px; overflow: auto; padding: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: break-spaces;">
But now I'm starring in my own movie, with talks of a sequel! That's my
co-star after we had a quick rehearsal, which reminds me I need to reapply my lip gloss after this letter. The movie is a slice of life story about a bouncer taking a rambunctious club girl backstage and well.. I think the subject matter is a little inappropriate, so I won't share a name, I know you love to support me and I appreciate it. But it pays decently and seems like a steady role, plus it lines up with my interests. Anyway, thank you again for everything you've done. A check reimbursing you for the plane ticket is in the envelope.</div><div id="result" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-shadow: rgba(204, 204, 204, 0.6) 0px 1px 11px 3px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px auto; outline: 0px; overflow: auto; padding: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: break-spaces;">I'm needed on set. just wanted to catch up my favorite family member. I have so many new outfits, every time I buy one I think about being that nervous guy confused about his body and the world around him changing, and you'd always talk me into modeling your old clothes until I got some of my own. Totes in need of a visit and another fashion show once we're wrapped!</div><div id="result" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-shadow: rgba(204, 204, 204, 0.6) 0px 1px 11px 3px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px auto; outline: 0px; overflow: auto; padding: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: break-spaces;">
Hope all is well and please write back! -Destiny</div><div id="result" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-radius: 5px; border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-shadow: rgba(204, 204, 204, 0.6) 0px 1px 11px 3px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.8; margin: 0px auto; outline: 0px; overflow: auto; padding: 15px; text-align: center; white-space: break-spaces;">
P.S. If my parents ask please tell them I'm still waiting tables. It's just... Easier that
way. </div><div><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; white-space: pre;"></span></div>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-15810489469511335192023-09-09T06:00:00.000-07:002023-09-09T06:00:00.140-07:00Cumuppance<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdPQhjsO9fyq6kkh7pDFiTCKwsyUH5F7Bu-I8udyGbqOufUpjVJG2faaoiPypobaXYbfqU3bKwUFrXq13qfwRanOQg9yQLbLluBbsS8XyADz99R7DqhF9PIycP-XBMF5USzLpdt5QrAe0HBXdZU6LUDRrq-_bQBZ-JVgdGcz7bcG04dwQl5V6SwsVfbDD/s1080/frame_1_delay-0.33s-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1003" data-original-width="1080" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrdPQhjsO9fyq6kkh7pDFiTCKwsyUH5F7Bu-I8udyGbqOufUpjVJG2faaoiPypobaXYbfqU3bKwUFrXq13qfwRanOQg9yQLbLluBbsS8XyADz99R7DqhF9PIycP-XBMF5USzLpdt5QrAe0HBXdZU6LUDRrq-_bQBZ-JVgdGcz7bcG04dwQl5V6SwsVfbDD/s320/frame_1_delay-0.33s-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-10454559918457049672023-09-02T06:09:00.010-07:002023-09-02T06:09:00.137-07:00Work Sucks, I Know (Request)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGrsVrbWmcrNjR8w9WTuGEJiankEsOIypzHzQNPX4C7fDoKgwBqVX57HIVQvJ1WkCHxARof7ys1atincmZwOnUdXii5VjkzEW25t0Q1JcowC3OAl-qXaUdiFrZEuPnhBBmK0IVe-NKkHEo8eyXkmVWbTwz5sOekwQVLPVCRWH9bi7c6d5Ni7zlDQUD-vn/s1080/WorkSucksIKnowD.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1080" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGrsVrbWmcrNjR8w9WTuGEJiankEsOIypzHzQNPX4C7fDoKgwBqVX57HIVQvJ1WkCHxARof7ys1atincmZwOnUdXii5VjkzEW25t0Q1JcowC3OAl-qXaUdiFrZEuPnhBBmK0IVe-NKkHEo8eyXkmVWbTwz5sOekwQVLPVCRWH9bi7c6d5Ni7zlDQUD-vn/s320/WorkSucksIKnowD.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799640686996864859.post-84184360234970786202023-08-24T10:44:00.011-07:002023-08-24T10:59:58.881-07:00Oppenheimer Outcome<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDp5xXm_sHLvNZrWaKTE6SXw0m1YZml0TTjUe4gUgXohomZN91OTNtySZW6oMzBu7bpR3xxAFx0v1DWAHu2HSzmm-z455nOU0gSYO6AxQD628s-INmm2V3Ecpf8u2AhiyESFIbID-swhIB9vusmN1DvJ1aFSu2lZMyKUVbg9RNZEKIkRAJAELPDu_u-wp/s1220/frame_1_delay-0.33s-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1220" data-original-width="959" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDp5xXm_sHLvNZrWaKTE6SXw0m1YZml0TTjUe4gUgXohomZN91OTNtySZW6oMzBu7bpR3xxAFx0v1DWAHu2HSzmm-z455nOU0gSYO6AxQD628s-INmm2V3Ecpf8u2AhiyESFIbID-swhIB9vusmN1DvJ1aFSu2lZMyKUVbg9RNZEKIkRAJAELPDu_u-wp/s320/frame_1_delay-0.33s-2.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>A sequel to Barbie Bunch! Got a lot of requests for this and I had a fun idea and a cute picture so voila! This reminds me of the good old days, going onto message boards and subreddits, just telling everyone I was a girl, being accepted as and treated like one by the users. Got me through many a weekend as a teenager, since I never had anyone to talk to about movies in real life either. </p><p><br /></p><p>What movie should our new girl see next!? </p>Sydneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15575338059068154802noreply@blogger.com2