Caption This (12th Aug)

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Shadowhunters: Lost and Found

“Jace. Jace, wake up. You fainted.”

He opened his eyes. Why was he in Jace’s room at the Institute? What was Clary doing here and why was she calling him Jace?

“Clary? I’m not…” he stopped short, his voice sounded… weird. He slowly raised himself from the floor, his eyes going wide as he surveyed his surroundings. He looked down at himself. He was wearing Jace’s leather jacket, the one that always looked tight, like it was molded onto Jace’s body. He was nowhere near as big as Jace and yet the jacket felt snug.

“Jace… are you okay?” Clary sounded concerned. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was finding a leather jacket that looked a lot like Jace’s and, since no one was around, had decided to try it on.

“Sure, Clary. I’m fine.” But he wasn’t fine. Nothing about him or this situation was fine. He started to get to his feet, only to fall back down as the change in weight and height hit him. Clary offered her hand as he tried once more.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine. Just need to splash some water on my face.” He made his way to the open bathroom door. Every movement felt so odd to him. Different. He closed the door to be alone, to think. He was glad Clary was there with him but now he needed to see if he could figure out what had happened. He was feeling somewhat better… until he saw his reflection in the mirror.

Simon found himself in the strangest circumstances of his life. He literally had become Jace Wayland, the confident, cocky, and handsome Shadowhunter that Clary loved, despite her protestations otherwise. Of course, Simon knew the Shadowhunters could change their appearance using their runes but he wasn’t, or least hadn’t been, a Shadowhunter. Almost anything was possible in the supernatural world he now was part of but how could trying on what must have been Jace’s jacket cause him to transform? For that matter, how had Jace’s jacket just been lying near where he had been?

His first instinct was to ditch the jacket. Maybe he would be himself again. He unzipped the jacket, revealing a tank that did nothing to hide his quite impressive physique. How he had often wondered what Jace looked like underneath the cool exterior people saw. Now he could find out. He excitedly ran his hands along his torso, feeling every sensitive touch for the first time. Jace had such a finely tuned body, the perfect specimen of masculinity and now it was all his. Did it really matter how it happened? Why not just enjoy it…?

The longer Simon stared into the mirror the less he thought about how this had all happened or even trying to change back. Why would he want to? After all he was now the stud he always wanted to be… what every nerd dreamed of being. True once he had become a vampire his vision had cleared so he no longer needed glasses and he had become somewhat of a chick magnet in his own right but this was something entirely different.

Seanday Off: The Decoy

Damn! When I signed up for this job I didn’t think it would be this much fun. I could be anyone in anyplace, take my latest assignment. Kellan was trapped by fans and the paparazzi at his local gym; my job? to create a decoy and allow him to escape.

I pulled on one of our generic young businessmen bodysuits and got dressed in a nice suit. I snapped a picture of my new identity and sent it to Kellan for security.

I caught a cab over to the gym and fought my way through the crowd of people – they weren’t interested in me.

Inside Kellan spotted me and called out, I walked over and followed him into a private changing room. I took a deep breath as I walked through the door, it was evident that he hadn’t showered after his workout his smell was strong and his vest clung to his muscular frame.

Caption This (5th Aug)

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Please Welcome... NmaN

Like to announce the arrival of a new author to the blog, namely NmaN!

Those of you who follow the Caption This on Saturdays may have seen some of his stories. All of them great!

So please put your fingers to the keys and welcome him. I really can't wait for his first post!

Seanday Off: The Big Squeeze

It had already been a long day, the team had been working hard for qualification at the end of the week. The six of of them stood in a circle breathing heavy dripping with sweat.

“You’ve done great today guys, but we all have to but more effort into this..” Carl punches the palm of his hand for effect, “.. the league starts this weekend and we need to get as many of us into the key positions within the game.”

As captain, Carl looked around at his team; Jerry, Phil, Steve, Kevin and the new guy Rory. Each one of them was strong and stocky, typical wrestler build.

It had been a long four hours, Carl had worked them all hard but now it was getting late so he sent them all for a shower.

He watched them all turn and leave for the locker room, he went through his mind on how he could improve each one of them, make each one of them better!

Carl was impressed by the new kid Rory who joined only a couple of days ago, a bit shorter than the rest of them but just as stocky.

He watched Rory’s tight bubble butt as he walked back with the guys.

Caption This (29th Jul)

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Seanday Shorts: Life as a Mule, pt4

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I lounged on the couch, it had been a long day doing family 'things'. I was wearing Tanner, and I knew he would have been just as bored as I was.

Earlier I'd managed to send a text to Carlos, who, for the moment looked like Craig. He'd asked me who I wanted to wear next, for this special job.

I'd chosen 'Jack' the Marine, I savoured the thought of being someone that held such respect from others. A few minutes later Craig replied, saying he'd be in touch.

Sarah; Tanner's girlfriend joined me. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled up close. It was late, and we'd been watching Netflix for a few hours with 'my' mom.

"I'm going to bed," Mom said, then added with smile, "You two love-birds be good.

"Mom!" I groaned, feeling my cheeks redden. Sarah giggled.

She snuggled closer. "So tell me, what do you do on these volunteer jobs?"

I smirked, wondering how she'd react knowing I wasn't even her boyfriend.

Caption This (22nd Jul)

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Seanday Reloaded: Lodgers Tale

It was all new to me, I had only moved into town for a couple of week ago, first week I was in a hotel – I wanted to check out of the small town to see if I wanted to make it more permanent.

Looking in the newspaper I found a place, They told me there was no private access to my room so I had pretty much the run of the house. I decided to check it out all the same, so I found the house, must have been about 50-60 years old.

Standing on the front porch I knocked on the door, a lady in her late 50’s opened the door and gasped taking a step back.

“oh my goodness” she stammered

I could only put it down to my 6’3” frame which appeared to block most the of the door!

“Sorry, my name is Jacob – we spoke on the phone about the spare room you have?” I explained.

“Oh yes, I’m sorry please come in – take a seat I’ll be with you in a minute.”

I sat down in a chair and crossed my arms, I looked down at the shirt the sleeves almost bursting I just sighed as I felt the fabric tight across my shoulders; “really must get some new shirts” I thought to myself.

It wasn’t long before the woman returned; she introduced herself as Alice and I learnt that she was a widow, her husband passed away about 8 years ago and she lived here with her only son Ethan.

We agreed on a price and I moved in the next day. I found some work at the local bar, keeping the punters in order and pulling drinks. The girls liked have me around as they took every opportunity to feel up my thick arms and heavy pecs, hell I even bedded a couple of them.

Caption This (15th Jul)

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Seanday Shorts: Talent Scout, pt2

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Trevor bowled in, and dropped his rucksack. "Damn, what a day! Can't believe how much homework I've got, what about you?" he said. I looked at him, and he must have seen a wave of panic wash over my face. "You all right Bro?"

I was more than panicked. I had a raging hard on I couldn't control, and I only had scraps of Kenny's mind, barely enough to hold a convincing conversation.

Grabbing Kenny's bag, I headed towards the door. "Fuck, you just reminded me, I've got to pick it up!" It was a lie, but I needed to get out. It would take about an hour before I had full access to his memories.

"Back in a bit," I said over my shoulder as I left.

I headed for the library, following the signs into the main building. As I walked, a few people nodded, or chucked their chin. I had no idea know who they were, at least for the moment.

As I reached the place, I got flashes of images. Kenny's memories were starting to surrender. Along one wall was a series of tables and couches, lounging in one I spotted Rob reading a graphic novel; Spider-Man.

Taking a seat, he looked over the top of the book, and raised an eyebrow. "Sup."

"Taking a break," I muttered, he nodded and returned to his book.

I spent some time playing a game on the mobile, Kenny's memories were coming through fast now.

"Heard, you got a modelling gig," I asked.

"Yeah, so they say. Got two places kissing my ass now."