FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

  “Uh-uh, no way you’re wearing that out. Go upstairs and change or you’re not going.” Michelle sighed, exasperated at the argument she felt like she’d already been through with her daughter a million times. Melanie rolled her eyes in annoyance.  “Are you kidding? this is like totally normal? It’s literally just going to be girls there too, I’m not walking out wearing grandma clothes just because you’re insecure about it!” Michelle rubbed her fingers over her temple, not about to rehash another one of these conversations. “Just find a top with a little less cleavage please, then you can go. Call me if you need me to pick you up later.” Melanie’s face lit up. “Deal! Don’t wait up!” It was weird to even think about, let alone witness, but even weirder was how quickly Michelle was adapting to the new situation she’d found herself in. Her older brother, a man brushing on 40 and previously twice her size was now legally her daughter. It had started two years ago when the 16 year ol...

  The third in a series of street interviews with real people to see how they’ve adapted to the Great Shift! (Photo for internal use only. Not for distribution) How did the Great Shift affect me? Wait, this    isn’t live, is it? My parents don’t know I’m out    this late. No? Alright, I’ll do it if you don’t run my photo along with it. Ever since the Shift put me in my neighbors body, my parents have been watching me like a hawk making sure I “Respect her body” until they find a way to swap back. Like we’re ever going to swap back, hello? The woman in my body’s doing just fine as a teenage boy now, I even saw her bring a girl over to the house a while back. So I figured, you know, If she can do it why can’t I? As far as my parents know, I’m going to support meetings twice a week in the evenings. It’s practically the only alone time I get. What, it’s not like I’m lying to them? I just forgot to mention that these meetings usually start off with a glass of wine in...

The FOSE: Also known as the Fantasy Orgasm Swapping Event. An admittedly childish name for a serious phenomenon, but it was the one that stuck in the days and weeks after the full extent of the aftermath was slowly revealed. Essentially, a rare form of cosmic radiation had passed by the earth for just a few moments at precisely the right conditions, linking anyone who had happened to orgasm within that window with the object of their attention and swapping their consciousnesses with each other. First written off as a hoax, the mounting number of FOSE victims coming forward post-event had forced the world to recognize the phenomenon. Michael had been home after work and embarrassingly, masturbating to his ex girlfriend Marissa’s Instagram posts at the moment in question. In the immediate seconds post-climax, he had found himself in a beachfront hotel room halfway across the world, laying on the bed naked as Marissa’s new boyfriend went down on her. All he could do was moan as unfamiliar...

  The second in a series of street interviews with real people to see how they’ve adapted to the Great Shift! Do I have time to talk? I have a couple minutes before i clock in, why not! Honestly, it felt a little demeaning to me at first, but I realized pretty early on that after the Great Shift gave me, well, these, *gestures to chest* my tips at my bartending job would skyrocket every time i wore something lower cut. I was pretty embarrassed about it at first, but hey, the extra money at the end of the night goes a long way. Plus, it’s kinda fun teasing some of the regulars. Now even when i’m not on the job i kinda like having them out. What’s that saying again? If you got it, flaunt it? You should see the looks I get when I’m out and about now - I never realized how obvious us guys were trying to sneak a peak until i had a pair on my chest! It’s kinda flattering though, I’m definitely getting approached way more often compared to when I was a guy, not to mention paying a lot les...

The first in a series of street interviews with real people to see how they’ve adapted to the Great Shift! Yeah, sure, I have a minute to talk! What kind of woman was I before the Great Shift? Actually, I wasn’t a woman at all! That’s the Great Shift for you. One second you’re a 40 year old construction worker fixing up a pothole on a college campus and the next you’re in the body of a 22 year old nursing student driving to class. Almost crashed the car staring at myself in the rear mirror when it happened! I will say, I’m happy the woman I swapped with donated practically all her clothes to me. Not that she could even fit them anymore, seeing that most of them are a women’s small and she was now in the body of a 6’5 basketball player, but still a nice gesture nonetheless. I have to admit, it’s pretty nice picking out clothes to wear when I have so many flattering choices now. Once I got over just how much skin a lot of them showed, I realized it was pretty fun dressing myself up in th...

“Oh god, this had better be worth it…” Adam groaned, forcing a smile as he positioned his face in the camera’s viewfinder. For a few seconds, he hesitated before slowly panning the phone down to include more of his chest and the U-shaped window of pale cleavage that now peeked out of his new top. It wasn’t like the Role Exchanger had left him with many options. He had found out on his first day back at work that his 20 years of engineering experience was probably now resting in someone else’s mind, replaced by a mix of other people’s memories and talents. Now he could play the piano, apply a perfect face of makeup, pinpoint the exact designer and season of a runway model’s outfit, and cook chinese food, but his mind blanked when he tried to solve problems at work he used to be able to do in his sleep. What the Role Exchanger HAD left him with though, was a 24 year old woman’s body, a fantastic pair of breasts, and the good sense to know exactly how to make them look their best. So if h...

“…Can you hear me, Mr. Thompson?” Eric groggily opened his eyes, his vision adjusting to the sight of a man in a suit standing where he had been expecting his surgeon to be waiting for him post-surgery. “Whahappened?” He groaned groggily, his voice sounding strangely high pitched as his eyes slowly focused. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re still in the hospital, but there was an incident during your surgery. During the operation, an agent of ours was shot and exposed to the compound while attempting to secure it. He was rushed to the nearest hospital for treatment before the compound’s effects were completely understood. Unfortunately, its level of contagiousness was severely underestimated and a number of patients and staff located in the surgical wing were infected before its spread was contained. You are one of those people.” Eric tried to force out a laugh, more to clear his throat and get his normal voice back than anything else. “So, what does that even mean? I have some kind of...