I wanted another stab at this Mytake.
Super Man, or Clark Kent? Do you have an Alter EGO?
#MyAlterEGO
For a couple of reasons this being one. “Although you still didn't talk much about your super you” - @AbdKilani
I want to address that first. My super me, is about helping people in anyway I can. Emotionally or Physically. I want to be there for people and I want them to be the best person that they can be. I like to hope in people, hope in everybody. I like to think that there are so many people untapped potential or people that are just waiting to blossom.
Another piece of that super me is my faith. It defines me and it’s a part of who I am. It teaches me to love unconditionally and have a hope that is unfailing. It is what I am going to do a Mytake on soon. Maybe tonight depending on where I get.
I hope that kind of answers your question @AbdKilani
But in terms of who I am on this site vs. the real life. What you see or rather what you read is what you get. I am an open book, honest and wear my heart on my sleeve.
This is who I am in this video, it is an earlier version of me but it’s still me just the same. I am pretty nervous but I am clumsy and just speak what’s on my mind. and some of your gaggers have seen this before
Now this is where it gets interesting gaggers.
First @AbdKilani inspired this with the boldness he had on this Mytake
Two face, we all have them !
Before I go into my confession let me post something I wrote.
“I am broken
I am imperfect
I am drowned in sexual desire
I am selfish
I am weak
I am inconsiderate
I am a sinner
I am not the best example
I am not content
I am sorry
I am forgiving
I am loving
I am kind
I am funny (or at least I try to be)
I am supportive
I am helpful
I am a believer
I am hopeful
I am given gifts I do not deserve
I am perfected in weakness
I am someone that wants to be better
I am someone that wants to put others before my own needs
I am tangled mess of many things
But my life has an impact and a reason, sometimes for bad and sometimes for good
My struggle and my cross to bear is to want more good than the bad
Everyone is on a different journey and that is what defines us
Everyone is different, special, and unique in their own way
The key is to know your weaknesses and know your strengths
Weakness helps us to stay humble and strength helps us to achieve great things”
So as Macy Grey says “Here is my Confession”
Please read the whole take, before stopping….
But, Do you remember my first Mytake?
Good Things About Womanhood
Ok, now I have had a struggle recently with having a deep longing to be the opposite sex. I just felt so much power in it and so much more support. It has caused me a lot of pain and struggle because I really did not want to change my body physically I just wanted to magically wake up and become my sister in a sense. I struggled because I know part of this is needing more positive girl relationships but I have not had a for sure way to make that happen just yet, just mainly fishing for it which has left me dry most of the time. So, while waiting I had to find a way to get those pains out of system. So, I wrote about them. I wrote about the ways I would have wanted it to happen. And it actually worked, this form of Journaling allowed me to express what I was feeling emotionally without needed a physical part to it.
Now, I want to make this clear. I still consider myself a straight man looking for a straight woman. This is something that I want and desire. And I will be the first to claim this, I have not told my church or friends about this in my life because it is not something they would have understood. It was a struggle that I had and wanted to struggle alone with. I don’t know where God is taking me on this. I know the Bible clearly talks about it being wrong. And this for me is not something I am looking to do in the long term. It is kind of like a prodigal son exercise. I know I am going back fully to my faith but for right now, I am taking this break to figure out who I am and why. And I still go to church, this is just a part that is being kept secret for the time being. So, this is a long of text that I am not sure if anyone has read. But it’s my heart and it’s where I am, at least for the time being.
But all that to say! Now I can fully expose my Deviant Art Account and all the works there in. This is where it gets fun gaggers.
Less technical text and more crazy stuff….
Let’s see how much I can pile onto one mytake.
I have been told this about my writing
“A great piece of work! You can really express yourself this way!”
“Soo creative! Awesome piece!”
“Ooo this is really good”
“An incredible piece of writing!”
All that build for this….
Let's start with a normal peace of writing before the crazy stuff
"I saw the path that lie before me. It looked far but I knew I was able to make the distance. I started walking. I watched as the trees around me crowded me and cast shadows upon me. I watched as the light from the sun broke through various parts. I felt the wind bring coolness to day but yet the warmth was perfect. I heard birds cooing and insects chirping. I continued to walk. It wasn’t long before I noticed a mirror laying on the path. I picked it up and looked into it. My face was all distorted. Why would a mirror ever lie to me? I cast it aside and continued to walk. I felt a nice warm mist make its way through the forest. It was smoothing and comforting. Soon after I noticed a pocket watch laying on the ground. I picked it up and opened it up. It was broken. I wondered why people paid so much attention to time. They always worried about schedules and due dates. When would people ever truly turn time off and just rest in the present instead of worrying so much about the future? I cast it aside and continued to walk.
I noticed the leaves at my feet dance and move around in circles. I looked at the trees how they differed in uniqueness from each other. Some were old, some were young, some were damaged by age, some were left untouched. Again, I noticed another object. This time it was an old dusty dictionary. I opened it up. I was overwhelmed with all the definitions. I had to close it. Why did people have to have some much word knowledge? It was nice to have knowledge and information but what meaning did that have to real life experiences? Was it possible that people spent too much time reading and not enough time to impact the world around them with what they had learned? I cast it aside and continued to walk. I saw the sun start to set and slowly give way to a beautiful array of colors in the sky. I was amazed at how such beauty could appear in nature. Another object appeared before me. It was an old dusty telephone, the kind a cord that connected a u shaped talking device with to ends, one to speak and one to hear. I wondered how much people talked on phones. How much they spent talking various seeing each other in person. What would happen if all phones disappeared? How would society adjust? I cast it aside and continued to walk. I watched as darkness started to fall and my journey was coming to an end. I saw the end of the trail. I saw one final object. It was an old dusty teddy bear. It looked like it had been neglected and left behind. It made me think about the things that we leave behind as we grow up. It almost made me think of past relationships we have left behind. What things in our lives need to be rediscovered? What things that have lost do we need to find again? I picked up the old dusty teddy bear and carried it with me. I walked toward the end of the trail. I saw a person waiting to be embraced. Beauty had no effect on this person, nor did time, or all the missed opportunities of calls from the past. They were ready and waiting for me. I cast aside all my anger, fear, doubts, shame, and guilt. I ran to them and embraced them. The old dusty teddy bear turned into a beautiful flower. We both looked at it and smiled. Our past can close many doors but it is our choice to use the present to open the doors of our past to bring forth meaning and help to repurpose the guidance of our future."
But here is a crazy and not PG. Story I did
“I really like this one guy. He is really cute and hot. But he is so out of my league. He rides a motorcycle and has girls that he rides with. It is fun to see how the girls sit on the back of his bike and cling to his body. It makes me dream that I could be one of those girls. I really don’t know how I would ever transition into being one of them. I only wear modest dresses and maybe a sweater to go with them. My legs and breasts are mostly covered. My hair is free flowing and long. My greatest asset is my eyes and smile. I dream of being like those girls because this is who I am. My family and friends expect me to behave this way but I really want to break free of it. I want to be wild and let loose. But I am trapped. To be honest, it really is about the guy. I kind of enjoy my modesty but I really am attracted to him. I find myself wanting to be a grade school girl then my hormones take control and make me want this guy. I guess I am conflicted. I know that this is what my family and friends expect of me but I also like my modesty too. But I really like this guy. I feel like my attraction to him makes me want to change. Maybe as I think about it, maybe it is me that wants the change. Maybe my girl side is competing with the woman side that I want to be. I want to be mature and maybe that guy is a channel for my maturity. I want to grow up and maybe apart of growing up is understanding my wild side. I have to know my crazy part in order to fully know my modest part. I feel like I am in a battle and right now I want the crazy side to win.
Shortly after I thought about that,I felt my body shiver. It tingled. I felt sensitivity over my entire body but I realized that I was aroused. I had lost control of my body and was a slave to pleasure. My family and friends could not see me now. I was a sexual mess. It was then that I felt fingerless leather gloves form over my hands. As I was reacting to the pleasure I felt I was running my hands through my hair. I felt my hair get shorter and style itself into hard curls. It was at this point that I finally realized those changes had happened. It made me struggle to open my eyes and resist but the pleasure was too great. I felt my dress separate and I now had a skirt for a bottom. A black spandex tube top formed over my breasts and met at my skirt. A cropped black leather jacket formed over the tube top. I was starting to not only feel pleasure but I was starting to feel sexy. My skirt changed into a pair of shiny black leggings. My shoes which were basic white tennis shoes changed to shiny black pumps. I was taken over by the sexiness I felt. I was the girl I had dreamed of being. I had a break as I felt myself gasp for air. I looked in a place where I saw my reflection. My eyes were now being coated in heavy black makeup. My lips were now in sexy red color lipstick.
Then the pleasure stopped. It felt like I was let go and I stumbled back based on how it felt to have the pleasure taken away. I rushed over to the girl’s room as fast as I could in heels. I looked at my image in the mirror. I was just like the girl’s that rode on the guys bike but I somehow was more attractive than them. I was not being vain but honest. I had a cute face and an attractive body. I looked at myself. I was shocked and gained confidence. I found myself doing facial poses and then moved on to body poses. After a while of adjusting to my new body. I grinned a big smile. It was time. When I walked out to find him, it felt like it happened in slow motion. I smoothly walked and shook my head slightly letting my hair toss back and forth. The guys in the school all stopped and stared but I was not paying attention to them. But I could not help but crack a smile, it was the first time I had been an object of attraction. I walked outside as the girls were deciding who was going to ride next. When my guy saw me, his mouth dropped and he slid his sunglasses off. Guys around him were whistling creating the perfect ambiance. The girls stared at me with death stares that asked “where the h#ll did you come from”. To consider them jealous was icing on the cake. My guy gulped as I came close to him. Then I rubbed up against him and said “Tell me about it, stud”
And let’s try one more.
“I’ve always considered myself a pretty emotionless guy. People try to show me pictures at work of their kids and I see other guys melt but I don’t. I really can’t see what the big deal is. In fact, all kids have to do is give you baby eyes and they can get away with anything. It makes me sick. I really just want to be an example for others to follow. It was my day off and I was going to go on a walk in the park. During my walk I was going to find cute things and make other men and women feel guilty for calling them cute.
I went to a park and started on my walk. I saw a bunch of people crowded by a park bench. There was a little girl that was making all these funny poses and wagging her feet back on forth over the bench. I looked at it and scoffed to myself. Then something strange happened. I had a warm smile come over my face. I kind of enjoyed it, a little bit. I felt my hair grow out until it reached my back. How did my hair come out of the ponytail I put it in?
I kept on walking and then I came to a dog that was reacting to little kid. The kid would do something very little to the dog and the dog would over react. I thought to myself OMG, and felt a warm smile come over my face. Then I felt my hair poof a little bit. I placed my hands on it, it felt like it had gotten a perm. What was omg and why did I say that? Why was I smiling? Was I causing other people to feel guilty or was I being infected by their cuteness…
I kept on walking and saw a man dressed up as a prince charming and proposing to a girl. She was moved by this and started crying and placing her hands by her face in shock but also to try and wipe the tears even though she was failing miserably. Just watching the girls response made me go “awww……. “ I felt a strangle covering over my face and my face felt rounder and had a little extra weight. I must have gained a little weight over the week….. All the more reason to keep moving
I kept on walking and now trying a mild jog to make my body work a little bit. Then I saw an older man playing with what looked to be like his young granddaughter, she was respecting his lack of moment and he tried his best to entertain her. They smiled and enjoyed each other’s company. But there was something about them, they were both being sweet and causing each other happiness. They loved spending time with each other even though it required a sacrifice from each of them. I stopped and looked at them with a warm smile “that is so adorable”. I took out my phone and got a picture. I noticed that the forest seemed taller or I felt like I was closer to the ground. I also felt my clothes drown me a bit. That’s funny my clothes were tight fitting a minute ago. I guess had lost more weight then I thought. I felt like I had earned a walk.
I kept on walking and I saw two girls laughing and giggling at me. I was going to past by but I felt compelled to ask them why. I went over and they tried to compose themselves. "What’s so funny?" they handed me a compact. I don’t know why I felt like I needed a perm but I felt like maybe more boys would like it at school. I looked at my face, why did I put on make up for a jog….? Then I looked at my clothes they were so loose and did not fit me right. I looked like a goofy mess! I started giggling with them. We took a selfie together and I stuck my tongue out. The more I giggled, the more I felt my chest get bigger. By the time I was done with them my breasts had finally made it through puberty, took them long enough…
I was thinking about jogging again but I felt like walking a little bit more. I started walking. As I was walking I felt my jogging shorts develop a new tightness around my waist and puffed out at the bottom. In fact, the waist area went to a place above my waist. I felt my legs become more exposed as the shorts came higher up. I felt something form around my wrist. Then I felt my t-shirt become tight and the sleeves grew out longer. Then it starting feeling harder doing the walking in my shoes. They left a little bit less athletic. Then some girl stopped next to me and went “OMG!” It made me stop. “Can I take a picture of this?” “A picture of what?” She handed me her compact. My shorts were now a low high waisted pink skirt with a bow around the waist and a little lace coming out on the bottom. My top was now fused with the skirt and it was striped in a cute light grey and reminded me of Paris. My tops sleeves did not come all the way up my arms and made me think this was a child’s outfit but it looked cute and innocent that way. There was now a cute white bracelet that had a lot of cute designs on it and looked very romantic. My shoes were now white open faced sandals with a bow on them. I also noticed my body had grew out a little bit. I had thicker legs and a rounder cute butt. I was blushing and could not control the smile on my face. The girl went “awwwww! You are so cute!” and I could not deny that I was.”
I write other stuff but this is just how I vent…
And for those wanting to see some of my artwork here it is….
and here are some photos I took
And as a finale here is my link…
https://www.deviantart.com/captaincurious84
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