Caption This (11th Aug)

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Seanday Reloaded: The Pickup Line

It was 3am on Saturday, and I was checking in with my favourite cab service.

“London Cabs, how can I help,“ a voice chirped.

I recognised the voice. “Hi Tony, it’s Chris,” I grinned.

“Oh hi mate, you up for a deal? We’ve got a couple of good candidates tonight--from the same nightclub,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, send over the pictures of what you’ve got.”

“Actually Chris, one of the guys have just picked up a guy and I think he’s right up your street.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we picked up the club’s DJ—Cameron Davies?”

“Fuck you’re kidding, he’s loaded,” I gasped.

There’s a chuckle from the other end of the phone. “So I can send his cab over to pick you up then?”

“Hell YES!”

I pulled on some sweats, and made my way to the pickup point. It wasn’t long before before a black cab rolled up and stopped. The drivers window slid open, “Chris?” the driver asked.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I replied as the door locks popped open. I climbed into the back of the cab and almost immediately tented my sweats. There was Cameron Davies, a twenty-three year old millionaire that had the worlds nightclubs begging for sessions, and tonight he could be mine.



The partition window inside the cab dropped. “You’re a lucky guy, Cameron usually has his own driver to pick him up but he told me he’d broken down,” snorted the driver.

I gently rubbed the back of my hand against his stubble. “He’s out right?” I asked.

Caption This (4th Aug)

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31st Aug 2018: This is the end

From August 31st 2018, The Transformation Blog will no longer be updated. The site will not be deleted, but live on as long as possible as one of the first, and possibly the longest standing transformation sites of its kind.

My decision to effectively "freeze" the blog has not been easy, I believe the Blogger platform doesn't fit well with todays consumption demands. I will however continue to post on my Tumblr (http://2xskin.tumblr.com) occasionally.

Thanks for all your support in the past, it was a great ride and without you, the readers and authors it wouldn’t have even have got this far.

If I've inspired you to write or create your own site, then my job is done. I would love to hear from you, the authors, and readers, reach out and let me know. Drop a comment, or privately on chat/email if you prefer.

Sean Mitchell

Seanday Reloaded: Sentry One

Sgt. Banton walked up to the soldier glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching; satisfied he gives him a hard slap on the back; "You know soldier, I think you've been one of the best recruits I've had on this tour of duty." The soldier makes no comment or even moves.

Binton goes on, "Time ticks on, and you're about to be served your papers. You're being sent back home tomorrow, how do you feel about that?" The soldier remains both silent and motionless. "That's what I like about you son; strong and silent. You must have been guarding this gate for what the past four months? You know you scare the shit out of them, you're the best the boys have sent us."

There's a noise from behind; a cough. Binton turns to see another soldier, much smaller standing nearby. He salutes, "Private Jacks, reporting for duty. Sir!"

Caption This (28th Jul)

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Seanday Lunch: Inside and Out

Jerry had been pushing Ben around at the party. Jerry was your typical hard headed bully. He stood in front Ben, and grabbed his shirt, lifting him off the ground. Ben flinched away from the giant's face, and glimpsing Jerry's bicep threatening to burst through the sleeve of his white shirt.

"You fucking queer!"

"Hey! What's going on Jerry, leave him alone!" a girl called out.

Jerry dropped Ben like a hot potato, and spun on his heels. The shout came from his girlfriend Jodie.

"We were just messin'," he laughed. He looked at Ben, and scowled. "Isn't that right buddy?" Ben said nothing, and staggered against the wall.

"Jerry, stop bullying people. If I see you doing it again, we're finished!" Jodie--with a flick of her head--turned and stormed off.

Jerry's gaze returned to Ben. "See what you made me do, now I'll have to be fucking nice until she forgets. You're going to pay so much for that..."

He bully glanced around, and then grabbed Ben by the scruff of the neck and marched him into the kitchen. Inside, he growled at the collection of teens to get out. No one was going to argue.

Ben's had his doubt that he would escape Jerry unblemished. Of course, he had the option to get inside the bully, but that thought only revolted him.

As Jerry's pulled back, there was a shout from the door.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Jerry glanced over, it was Calum; Jodie's brother.

"Well, this fucking queer was coming onto me!" Jerry spitted. Ben just pulled a face and slowly shook his head.

Caption This (21st Jul)

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Seanday: Lost and Found

He showed me a few pictures of 'Dylan' from last week. I looked at them with only a vague memories.

Matt had been depressed after learning that he'd lost his brother while on duty and I'd somewhat foolishly showed him my shapeshifting abilities.

Caption This (14th Jul)

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Seanday Reloaded: Desert Eyes

It was 2114, and my life was in tatters. I'd been accused of killing a tourist through neglect. It’s like trial by proxy, one robo-guide droids had malfunctioned and driven into a rock face. The tourist who'd rented the robo-guide hadn't buckled up and been killed. In this country, it's the droid's owner that is ultimately responsible, and I was up for termination. But I was on the run, into the desert heading for an empty checkpoint I knew.

Inside the checkpoint, I sent for one of the droids: Marcus. About thirty minutes later there was a gentle tap on the door. "Sir, are you there?" I recognised the soft gentle tones of the Mk226b. One of the most advanced models on my list, and the most realistic.

I opened the door, and Marcus stood there, his soft brown synthetic eyes had a relaxing effect on me. "Come inside quickly," I muttered looking around to see if he was followed.

"How can I help?" Marcus asked, in a soft unflustered tone.

"How old are you?"

"Three years since manufacture," he replied.

"And ageless," I added. "Strip."

Caption This (7th Jul)

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