Today's story recommendation regards an entitled rich girly girl being changed into a goth lesbian. It is Paint it Black by Jukebox. Great induction scene. Jukebox is a great writer and has many other fine stories.
If you like it please let the author know.
Varian
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Just Pretending ramblings
Hello,
I thought I'd talk about how the genesis of my story "Just Pretending".
I first came up with the idea of Keith's wish in 2009. I had played co-ed soccer in the 90s and I really sucked. Quite a few of my fellow team mates made it rather clear that if I quit the team it would not break anyone's heart. I continued to play for the team for over a year anyway and even joined another team five years later with that team also wishing I'd quit. Since it was a co-ed team we had to field as close to half of each gender as possible. We were constantly short on girl players, so whenever a girl agreed to play everyone was overly enthusiastic no matter her skill level. It made me a more than a little jealous. Well, in 2009 I started commissioning comics and I came up with the following idea for a comic.
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soccer player is having trouble not getting picked up for coed teams. When he does no one wants to play him. He is not that bad, but the other guys are better. He hates getting razed when he screws up a play. Notices that the girls are always getting picked and no one gives them grief. This has a lot to do with there are a lot less girls showing up and a team must have a minimum number of female players.
soccer player gets a wish and wishes he could get picked everytime like the girls do. is transformed into female. Gets lots of compliments playing soccer. Women at work are nice to him now, decides to stay that way. SRU?
perhaps person is in teens and was getting picked on by bullies at school and now they are nice to him.
perhaps wish is made next to his friend and friend is aware of new and old reality. In this reality they still hang out a lot and since new girl is pretty it has raised friends status so he no longer gets picked on either. He begs soccer player to stay as is so he wont have to go back to old reality.
end up dating? perhaps hint at it in end?
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The idea sat for the next 4 and a half years, along with a lot of others. In late December of 2013 I had nearly ten days vacation looming and I wanted to start a story. "The Purse Came First" had not been posted yet and was in the hands of an editor. I was Christmas shopping and going over story ideas in my head. None of the ideas were inspiring me and I was also having trouble finding good presents for family members. As the day wore on I became more and more depressed.
My thoughts went to the soccer idea and as I mulled it over I thought that the main character's dad could be disappointed in him since he was not good at sports and then the ideas started flowing.My mood immediately lifted and I was able to finish my Christmas shopping within the hour.
Here is what I wrote down as soon as I arrived at home
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I'm not sure why the Dad being a sports guy got the ideas flowing, but it did. Shortly after this I had the idea that the sister would be getting married and that Kaylee and Seth would find the SRU store on the way to the wedding. Original idea was that they would end up delaying the wedding. By time I had written to the wedding it did not work out this way. I did put the finding of the store on the wedding day, but it did not interfere with the wedding.
When I started writing the story I was going to have Keith/Kaylee figure out how to do girl things (makeup, walk in heels, etc..) by looking on YouTube, but this seemed pretty boring. I then switched to having Kaylee "trick" Jenny into helping with make up, etc... and I started writing it this way, but then the idea of Kaylee telling the sister the truth, but her not believing hit me. I liked the idea, but I did not want to rewrite a bunch of the story. I am very glad I trusted my instincts. I like the sister's disbelief, but playing along anyway. I have a sister who would probably do this. I kind of patterned Jenny after her.
That's all for now.
I thought I'd talk about how the genesis of my story "Just Pretending".
*** Potential Spoilers Follow ***
I first came up with the idea of Keith's wish in 2009. I had played co-ed soccer in the 90s and I really sucked. Quite a few of my fellow team mates made it rather clear that if I quit the team it would not break anyone's heart. I continued to play for the team for over a year anyway and even joined another team five years later with that team also wishing I'd quit. Since it was a co-ed team we had to field as close to half of each gender as possible. We were constantly short on girl players, so whenever a girl agreed to play everyone was overly enthusiastic no matter her skill level. It made me a more than a little jealous. Well, in 2009 I started commissioning comics and I came up with the following idea for a comic.
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soccer player is having trouble not getting picked up for coed teams. When he does no one wants to play him. He is not that bad, but the other guys are better. He hates getting razed when he screws up a play. Notices that the girls are always getting picked and no one gives them grief. This has a lot to do with there are a lot less girls showing up and a team must have a minimum number of female players.
soccer player gets a wish and wishes he could get picked everytime like the girls do. is transformed into female. Gets lots of compliments playing soccer. Women at work are nice to him now, decides to stay that way. SRU?
perhaps person is in teens and was getting picked on by bullies at school and now they are nice to him.
perhaps wish is made next to his friend and friend is aware of new and old reality. In this reality they still hang out a lot and since new girl is pretty it has raised friends status so he no longer gets picked on either. He begs soccer player to stay as is so he wont have to go back to old reality.
end up dating? perhaps hint at it in end?
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The idea sat for the next 4 and a half years, along with a lot of others. In late December of 2013 I had nearly ten days vacation looming and I wanted to start a story. "The Purse Came First" had not been posted yet and was in the hands of an editor. I was Christmas shopping and going over story ideas in my head. None of the ideas were inspiring me and I was also having trouble finding good presents for family members. As the day wore on I became more and more depressed.
My thoughts went to the soccer idea and as I mulled it over I thought that the main character's dad could be disappointed in him since he was not good at sports and then the ideas started flowing.My mood immediately lifted and I was able to finish my Christmas shopping within the hour.
Here is what I wrote down as soon as I arrived at home
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Two friends
who are geeks. They are in high school
or college and both play soccer. The
main guy, Keith, is not very good at soccer, but has been playing since he was
little. He eventually gave up on regular
boys leagues since he never got to play (not that good). He started playing on a community co-ed
league. Since it was pretty causal he
got to play more, but there were some on the team who thought he sucked and it
bothered him. He had talked his friend
into playing and he was a natural.
Friend would not play on regular leagues because he hated coaches,
having been teased when he was younger.
It is
Keith’s birthday and Friend, Seth, unveils a birthday candle on a cupcake just
before a game. Keith wishes his team
would value him and he becomes female.
When he walks to the field, they are excited to see him since a couple
of the other girls couldn’t make it and now they won’t have to forfeit. Now when he does a lame thing the guys are
encouraging.
Keith wants
to change back, but store is no longer at mall (spells r us). Seth asks Keith to pretend to be his
girlfriend since he hears that girls are more attracted to guys who have a
girlfriend. They go to a comic
convention together, they go to the new super hero tent pole and snuggle. Keith finds he likes the closeness, but still
wants to be a guy.
Keith gets
very jealous when Seth starts flirting with another girl at a party.
Keith’s dad
was a sport guy and was disappointed that his son was a nerd. Has older sis who helps him put on moves for
comic convention.
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When I started writing the story I was going to have Keith/Kaylee figure out how to do girl things (makeup, walk in heels, etc..) by looking on YouTube, but this seemed pretty boring. I then switched to having Kaylee "trick" Jenny into helping with make up, etc... and I started writing it this way, but then the idea of Kaylee telling the sister the truth, but her not believing hit me. I liked the idea, but I did not want to rewrite a bunch of the story. I am very glad I trusted my instincts. I like the sister's disbelief, but playing along anyway. I have a sister who would probably do this. I kind of patterned Jenny after her.
That's all for now.
I hope you are having a good day.
Varian Milagro
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Story: Just Pretending
Just Pretending
By Varian Milagro
In a long line of extremely lame birthdays this one had to be one of the lamest. It wasn’t the lamest, that award defiantly went to my eighth birthday when not one of my ‘friends’ showed up. This one did not hit that much of a low, but it was exceedingly lame. No one had even remembered it. Well, my mom had given me a quick ‘Happy Birthday’ in the morning before I left for school, but it was pretty perfunctory. My dad had left by the time I had gotten up, but I doubted he would have said anything if he had been there.
I didn’t get a happy birthday from my sister Jenny either. She was five years my senior and had moved away for college and then stayed away. We’d always been close growing up so I was surprised when I didn’t even get so much as a text from her today. She was probably busy with wedding plans so I gave her a pass. She was marrying a guy named Zack whom she’d met at college. He had a nice job out east and that’s where they planned to setup shop after their wedding in three weeks. The wedding was being held at the ocean a few hours from my home, so at least I’d get to see her a few more times before she went back east again.
No one at school said a thing, not even my best friend Seth Johnson. Seth and I were attending a local community college together and had been friends since a few months after my disastrous eighth birthday. Since then I didn’t need to worry about no one attending a birthday party of mine since Seth and I were fairly inseparable. I couldn’t believe that he forgot as well. Seth and I had so much in common we had a similar style of humor and usually had each other in stitches over one of our many inside jokes. We were both died in the wool nerds and shared a love of games, both board and video, comics, anime, movies and soccer.
I first started playing soccer when I was in grade school. Being a three letter man in school my father wanted me in a sport of some kind. He had entered me into baseball, football, basketball and even hockey. Soccer was the only one I was even fairly passable at. I was too small for football, too short for basketball. I never got the hang of skating and I couldn’t hit the damn ball with the damn bat. I didn’t do that much better at soccer, but my dad insisted I play at least one sport. At least with soccer I could quickly pass the ball to someone else before I made too much of a fool of myself. I began to really enjoy it, but I’d always wished I could play better. I wanted to be an asset to my team. I wanted the members of my team to see me heading to the field and actually be happy about it.
By Varian Milagro
In a long line of extremely lame birthdays this one had to be one of the lamest. It wasn’t the lamest, that award defiantly went to my eighth birthday when not one of my ‘friends’ showed up. This one did not hit that much of a low, but it was exceedingly lame. No one had even remembered it. Well, my mom had given me a quick ‘Happy Birthday’ in the morning before I left for school, but it was pretty perfunctory. My dad had left by the time I had gotten up, but I doubted he would have said anything if he had been there.
I didn’t get a happy birthday from my sister Jenny either. She was five years my senior and had moved away for college and then stayed away. We’d always been close growing up so I was surprised when I didn’t even get so much as a text from her today. She was probably busy with wedding plans so I gave her a pass. She was marrying a guy named Zack whom she’d met at college. He had a nice job out east and that’s where they planned to setup shop after their wedding in three weeks. The wedding was being held at the ocean a few hours from my home, so at least I’d get to see her a few more times before she went back east again.
No one at school said a thing, not even my best friend Seth Johnson. Seth and I were attending a local community college together and had been friends since a few months after my disastrous eighth birthday. Since then I didn’t need to worry about no one attending a birthday party of mine since Seth and I were fairly inseparable. I couldn’t believe that he forgot as well. Seth and I had so much in common we had a similar style of humor and usually had each other in stitches over one of our many inside jokes. We were both died in the wool nerds and shared a love of games, both board and video, comics, anime, movies and soccer.
I first started playing soccer when I was in grade school. Being a three letter man in school my father wanted me in a sport of some kind. He had entered me into baseball, football, basketball and even hockey. Soccer was the only one I was even fairly passable at. I was too small for football, too short for basketball. I never got the hang of skating and I couldn’t hit the damn ball with the damn bat. I didn’t do that much better at soccer, but my dad insisted I play at least one sport. At least with soccer I could quickly pass the ball to someone else before I made too much of a fool of myself. I began to really enjoy it, but I’d always wished I could play better. I wanted to be an asset to my team. I wanted the members of my team to see me heading to the field and actually be happy about it.
Story recommendation: A Regretful Wish
Hello and welcome to my first story recommendation.
Today I am recommending A Regretful Wish by RL_Dogwood. This is a girl to puppy transformation story and it has a great, slow mental transformation. The author has not written many other stories, that I know of that is. I hope that RL_Dogwood continues to write. I have a feeling that the author has a lot of talent and I look forward to future writings. If you read the story, please leave the author a comment. It will help encourage future efforts.
Thanks,
Varian Milagro
Today I am recommending A Regretful Wish by RL_Dogwood. This is a girl to puppy transformation story and it has a great, slow mental transformation. The author has not written many other stories, that I know of that is. I hope that RL_Dogwood continues to write. I have a feeling that the author has a lot of talent and I look forward to future writings. If you read the story, please leave the author a comment. It will help encourage future efforts.
Thanks,
Varian Milagro
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Hello
Okay, I've decided to start a blog. I'm not really sure why. I should be going to bed since I am really tired and I have to get up early, but instead I am writing this.
Last October I decided to start writing. I'd been contemplating writing for over a decade, but I fought against it. Many others told me I should write. They thought that I would be good at it, but I let my fear rule me. What I wanted to do was draw, but I have no talent for drawing. I have a hard time with stick figures.
I have had many ideas for stories over the years and more come every day. I've wanted an outlet for these ideas,but refused to write them out. So,in September of 2013 I signed up for a beginners drawing class. After a couple classes I decided that I should probably give writing a try. Surely it could not be as humiliating as showing my crappy drawings to a class of strangers.
I started writing a story and it was not easy, but I tried to keep at it. Normally I would quit after less than a page. I would reread my short staccato sentences or struggle to come up with the correct word and I would stop and then delete the whole thing and quit.
While I working on the story I caught a podcast in which the host talked about "The Shame Cone". He said that this shame cone is what stops many people from continuing a creative project. They hit a tough spot and they start belittling themselves and the shame cone grows. They eventually quit and the endeavor is never finished.
Another thing that stayed with me is another podcast where the host tells his guests repeatedly that "Things are not so much written as rewritten".
Between these two they gave me the encouragement to continue writing this time. The story took around five weeks to get a workable draft complete. I then sent it off to a person who had volunteered to edit the piece. The person didn't. It was the holiday season and I'm sure that they were busy, but they also never gave an update. I thank the stars that they delayed as they did or my second story may never had been written and had it not I may have stopped writing.
While my first story sat in another's hands I wrote my second story. The story flew out of me and was fully written after only one week. I posted it and it received a lot of praise. Two people even posted about it on other sites. One person was so eloquent in their glowing praise that I am still flabbergasted by it.
I eventually finished the first story and while people were kind the comments were not glowing. It was a first story so I am happy that people actually took the time to read it and give me their feedback. But, if I had posted that story and received the so-so praise I may never have written the second story. So I am very happy the way things turned out.
By the way, the first story (posted second) is called "The Purse Came First". The title is an homage to a story I read in an "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" book called "The Dog Died First". There is no similarity between the two stories, I just read "The Dog Died First" at a relatively young age and it has always stuck with me.
The second story is called "Just Pretending" and it is my favorite story. It has special meaning to me. I cried for a long time when I finished and I realized who the characters in the story represented in my life.
Both stories can be found on Fictionmania. I may post them elsewhere someday.
I have posted two other stories as of this writing and they have also received high praise. They are both smoking fetish stories and can be read at SmokingFetishKingdom. I am thinking of posting the my third story (first smoking story) on The Erotic Mind-Control Archive. It is called "The Birth of Bethany" and was followed by "Bethany's Mom Smokes for Her Man"
I will probably post each of these stories to this blog, but not tonight. As I said earlier, I'm tired and I should go to bed.
Goodnight.
Yours Truly,
Varian Milagro
Last October I decided to start writing. I'd been contemplating writing for over a decade, but I fought against it. Many others told me I should write. They thought that I would be good at it, but I let my fear rule me. What I wanted to do was draw, but I have no talent for drawing. I have a hard time with stick figures.
I have had many ideas for stories over the years and more come every day. I've wanted an outlet for these ideas,but refused to write them out. So,in September of 2013 I signed up for a beginners drawing class. After a couple classes I decided that I should probably give writing a try. Surely it could not be as humiliating as showing my crappy drawings to a class of strangers.
I started writing a story and it was not easy, but I tried to keep at it. Normally I would quit after less than a page. I would reread my short staccato sentences or struggle to come up with the correct word and I would stop and then delete the whole thing and quit.
While I working on the story I caught a podcast in which the host talked about "The Shame Cone". He said that this shame cone is what stops many people from continuing a creative project. They hit a tough spot and they start belittling themselves and the shame cone grows. They eventually quit and the endeavor is never finished.
Another thing that stayed with me is another podcast where the host tells his guests repeatedly that "Things are not so much written as rewritten".
Between these two they gave me the encouragement to continue writing this time. The story took around five weeks to get a workable draft complete. I then sent it off to a person who had volunteered to edit the piece. The person didn't. It was the holiday season and I'm sure that they were busy, but they also never gave an update. I thank the stars that they delayed as they did or my second story may never had been written and had it not I may have stopped writing.
While my first story sat in another's hands I wrote my second story. The story flew out of me and was fully written after only one week. I posted it and it received a lot of praise. Two people even posted about it on other sites. One person was so eloquent in their glowing praise that I am still flabbergasted by it.
I eventually finished the first story and while people were kind the comments were not glowing. It was a first story so I am happy that people actually took the time to read it and give me their feedback. But, if I had posted that story and received the so-so praise I may never have written the second story. So I am very happy the way things turned out.
By the way, the first story (posted second) is called "The Purse Came First". The title is an homage to a story I read in an "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" book called "The Dog Died First". There is no similarity between the two stories, I just read "The Dog Died First" at a relatively young age and it has always stuck with me.
The second story is called "Just Pretending" and it is my favorite story. It has special meaning to me. I cried for a long time when I finished and I realized who the characters in the story represented in my life.
Both stories can be found on Fictionmania. I may post them elsewhere someday.
I have posted two other stories as of this writing and they have also received high praise. They are both smoking fetish stories and can be read at SmokingFetishKingdom. I am thinking of posting the my third story (first smoking story) on The Erotic Mind-Control Archive. It is called "The Birth of Bethany" and was followed by "Bethany's Mom Smokes for Her Man"
I will probably post each of these stories to this blog, but not tonight. As I said earlier, I'm tired and I should go to bed.
Goodnight.
Yours Truly,
Varian Milagro
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