TG Captions are one of my favorite forms of storytelling. There is no narrative fluff, no extraneous details, just the hook, the twist, and the climax.
Last week's caption, Love Finds a Way, was about celebrating the thrill of coming out, the joy of acceptance, and the delight of true love's first kiss. Even as I was crafting it, however, I knew that story could go one of two ways, that Trevor could find love in one of two places. This weekend's version is just as much a fantasy for me as last weekend's was, but judge for yourself.
Where does your fantasy lie?
Ohh, Sally wants to be trashy! You must have LOVED the transformations of Sandy in Grease and Janet in Rocky Horror.
ReplyDeleteI have used the best friend's mom "fetish" a few times, and it's always a lot of fun to write .. and I'm sure it hits many people the same way, as a seduction and the forbidden nature of it all. I can remember more fantasies about best friends' sisters doing the TF TG's on me because my friend's mothers weren't that good looking BUT one of my friend's mom had a side business as a hairdresser out of their home, mostly on Friday and Saturday's .. she'd give local older women perms and such. That certainly gave me some ideas as a youngster!
Glad you decided to write a different take on the same story line and contrast them. Each has their own merits, but I tend to vote for evil happy endings so the 2nd one gets my vote!
OMG, I think we had the same best friend - his mom used to do hairdressing out of the back room of their house. The sights and the smells always triggered something for me. I never had the nerve to outright ask her to do my hair, but I 'jokingly' volunteered a few times when she needed to try something new for a client. She never took me up on it.
DeleteI didn't have a particular friend's mom in mind writing this, but there was a friend of my mom who tends to influence a lot of these stories. We all worked together at a greasy spoon (they waited tables, I did dishes), and at night she worked as strip club waitress. Mom and the other women at the restaurant looked down on her, said awful things about her, accused her of being a whore because she knew how to manage money and took beach vacations with boyfriends, but she was the only one who treated me like an equal. She had that trashy 80s look with teased hair, fake tan, fake boobs, high heels, and too-tight clothes, but was so sweet and so kind. I crushed on her so hard, I never got over it . . . obviously. :)