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This probably would've made a better short story than a caption, but whatever. I'll put the text here as well if you can't read the image.
This is for FaceNemesis' caption comp. I give them permission to upload this on their own page if they want, because I'll likely take this down later.
www.deviantart.com/facenemesis…

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"Off-key! Start again... from the beginning!"
A sigh of exhaustion escaped Mike's painted lips as he swiped a bead of sweat from underneath his girly girl fringe, lowering his head in shame. A jolt of electricity from Mike's sparkly pink training choker ended the momentary pause, making him squeal as he quickly regained his coquettish pose on wobbling heels. The studio's speakers came to life again, replaying the same bubblegum pop tune he'd gotten so familiar with in the past few hours. Mistress Yohko smugly watched this spectacle from behind a glass wall, tapping along to the catchy beat on her clipboard. In just a few days she'll have Mark singing onstage in front of hundreds of people, and his debut performance just had to be perfect in order to secure a yearly contract.

Last week Mark traveled to the inner-city to see the brand new arts and fashion expo. As a novice photographer, he needed to get as much exposure as possible doing shoots at popular events like this. As he was strolling through the venue, camera in hand, he came across a breathtaking display; a pastel-pink explosion of fabric and sparkles, there was a swarm of performers all dolled-up in extravagant lolita outfits hanging around what looked like a talent recruitment stand for pop idols. Seeing the opportunity, Mark snapped a few pictures of the performers, before quickly noticing that one the taller ones was bent over, trying to pick something up with their panties on full display. “Hey!” All eyes were on Mark, who was now frozen in shameful fear. The performers stormed over to Mark, heels clicking in unison with the tall one taking the lead with a scowl, “Fucking pervert. You think I didn’t see that?!” Quivering in fear, the performers loomed over Mark as he stumbled through an apology, “I swear I- uh, umm. You- Uh.” “Gimme that camera!” In a matter of seconds, the camera was snatched from his hands, revealing a camera roll of various girly outfits he’d taken photos of from the expo. “I think photo-creep here wants to be all pretty like us!” At once, the now-laughing mob of glittery gals dragged his panicking ass over to the recruitment stand, attended by a meaner, taller businesswoman in a tight black pantsuit. “My what have we here?” The woman firmly lifted Mark’s chin upward, smiling as she looked down at his shocked expression, “What a cutie, are you here to sign up for idol school?” “That’s right Mistress Youko, *she* was just telling us all about how she wants to perform all girly-like on stage!” Feeling a tightening pressure on his arm, Mark hesitantly nodded in agreement with the performer holding him hostage. With the contract signed with trembling hands, Mark was whisked off to a small medical room behind the stall, where he was injected with a syringe, blacking out shortly after. In his last seconds of consciousness, Mark could faintly hear someone talk about cosmetic surgeries.

Mark was awakened standing in front of a mirror in a small pink hotel-style suite. Behind him was his Mistress Youko adjusting something in his hair, “Look how cute you turned out!” Mark was dressed head to toe in girly pop idol attire; wedge heels with bows, ruffled white stockings followed by a short flared-out pastel purple dress, tied off with a pink sash and schoolgirl-esque bow on his padded chest. Feeling his hip-length bright pink hair with gloved hand, he gasped in awe at his dolled up face, cute button nose, plump candy-red lips and soft clear skin. “You’ll have plenty of time to gush about your new look later, it's time we started practice for your upcoming performance!”

Description
This probably would've made a better short story than a caption, but whatever. I'll put the text here as well if you can't read the image.
This is for FaceNemesis' caption comp. I give them permission to upload this on their own page if they want, because I'll likely take this down later.
www.deviantart.com/facenemesis…

~~~

"Off-key! Start again... from the beginning!"
A sigh of exhaustion escaped Mike's painted lips as he swiped a bead of sweat from underneath his girly girl fringe, lowering his head in shame. A jolt of electricity from Mike's sparkly pink training choker ended the momentary pause, making him squeal as he quickly regained his coquettish pose on wobbling heels. The studio's speakers came to life again, replaying the same bubblegum pop tune he'd gotten so familiar with in the past few hours. Mistress Yohko smugly watched this spectacle from behind a glass wall, tapping along to the catchy beat on her clipboard. In just a few days she'll have Mark singing onstage in front of hundreds of people, and his debut performance just had to be perfect in order to secure a yearly contract.

Last week Mark traveled to the inner-city to see the brand new arts and fashion expo. As a novice photographer, he needed to get as much exposure as possible doing shoots at popular events like this. As he was strolling through the venue, camera in hand, he came across a breathtaking display; a pastel-pink explosion of fabric and sparkles, there was a swarm of performers all dolled-up in extravagant lolita outfits hanging around what looked like a talent recruitment stand for pop idols. Seeing the opportunity, Mark snapped a few pictures of the performers, before quickly noticing that one the taller ones was bent over, trying to pick something up with their panties on full display. “Hey!” All eyes were on Mark, who was now frozen in shameful fear. The performers stormed over to Mark, heels clicking in unison with the tall one taking the lead with a scowl, “Fucking pervert. You think I didn’t see that?!” Quivering in fear, the performers loomed over Mark as he stumbled through an apology, “I swear I- uh, umm. You- Uh.” “Gimme that camera!” In a matter of seconds, the camera was snatched from his hands, revealing a camera roll of various girly outfits he’d taken photos of from the expo. “I think photo-creep here wants to be all pretty like us!” At once, the now-laughing mob of glittery gals dragged his panicking ass over to the recruitment stand, attended by a meaner, taller businesswoman in a tight black pantsuit. “My what have we here?” The woman firmly lifted Mark’s chin upward, smiling as she looked down at his shocked expression, “What a cutie, are you here to sign up for idol school?” “That’s right Mistress Youko, *she* was just telling us all about how she wants to perform all girly-like on stage!” Feeling a tightening pressure on his arm, Mark hesitantly nodded in agreement with the performer holding him hostage. With the contract signed with trembling hands, Mark was whisked off to a small medical room behind the stall, where he was injected with a syringe, blacking out shortly after. In his last seconds of consciousness, Mark could faintly hear someone talk about cosmetic surgeries.

Mark was awakened standing in front of a mirror in a small pink hotel-style suite. Behind him was his Mistress Youko adjusting something in his hair, “Look how cute you turned out!” Mark was dressed head to toe in girly pop idol attire; wedge heels with bows, ruffled white stockings followed by a short flared-out pastel purple dress, tied off with a pink sash and schoolgirl-esque bow on his padded chest. Feeling his hip-length bright pink hair with gloved hand, he gasped in awe at his dolled up face, cute button nose, plump candy-red lips and soft clear skin. “You’ll have plenty of time to gush about your new look later, it's time we started practice for your upcoming performance!”