FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

“I just don’t know what’s going on with Nate, i mean, you think you know your son and then it’s almost like he’s a different person overnight!” Sarah said, taking a sip from her wine glass. “Boys that age, I dont get it.”   “You don’t know the half of it” Rebecca laughed, nervously playing with her drink.  Of course, she couldn’t tell Sarah that she was actually talking to Nate in her best friend’s body and the son she was complaining about was really Rebecca stuck in his. Not that she would have believed it anyways, but after weeks of trying everything they could think of to swap back, he and Rebecca had come to an uneasy agreement: Seeing as the electrical storm that had swapped their consciousness into each others’ bodies was starting to look more and more like a once in a lifetime event, they decided that it would be best to keep up appearances and pretend to be each other until they could find a way to swap back. For Rebecca, that meant going back to school in a teenage boy’s body

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“This is so wrong…” Sam thought as he slowly worked through making a tinder account in his neighbor’s body, but he had to admit just the thought of it was already turning him on quite a bit.   A freak electrical storm a few nights before had somehow swapped his consciousness into Courtney, the single woman living next door    and sent her mind into his teenage body. They had been meeting up in secret for days to recreate the swap again with no luck, and after the last failed attempt the two had finally agreed to give it a rest while they looked for more options. The one thing they had agreed on before splitting up was to not tell anyone about the swap just yet - babbling about storms and body swaps was more likely to get them sent to a psych ward than back to their own bodies. All this meant for Sam was that for the time being, he had to live life completely as Courtney Thompson, the woman he had been sneaking glances at every chance he got ever since she moved in next door. He had gon

“I can’t believe you talked me into this…” Nick said, trying to keep still as his sister finished applying the finishing touches of makeup to his face. “Come on, don’t be boring,” Vanessa responded, “I told you i’d help you get used to being a girl after second puberty and going out for a girls night is like, step one! Plus girls in groups get in free tonight and I am NOT missing out on that just because you got cold feet.” “Ok, it’s just… you sure this top fits right? It barely even covers my chest” He responded, pulling up on the shirt his sister had loaned him.  “Girl, that’s like, the whole point of that outfit” She laughed. “I would kill to have boobs like yours so there’s no way you’re hiding them behind some t-shirt all night like you’ve been doing all week! Now finish up, there’s some cute guys i want to introduce you to.” Nick blushed as he heard that last part, turning to the mirror to hide his embarrassment from his sister. He hadn’t even told her yet, but he had been having

Aaaand, done!” Tom cheered, out of breath as he fell back onto the gym floor. It was unreal, he had just finished an intense workout and he still felt like he had more energy than he had ever had in his old body. The Great Shift had swapped him into the body of Savannah, his gym rat neighbor, over a month ago and he still found it hard to believe how good her body felt with a post-workout glow. She had begged him to keep up her exercises in case they ever found a way to swap back, something he had resisted until she suggested they work out together. After watching her push his old body to its limits, he agreed to let her walk him through her routine.   It only took one workout to get him hooked. Far from the sweaty mess he remembered, working out in her body was exhilarating. Moving with ease in her slim body, feeling her ponytail beating rhythmically on his exposed back, even the sweat dripping down into his new cleavage all reminded him that he was now fitter and hotter as Savannah t

“God, this is so unreal…” Alex thought to himself as he looked at his reflection in the phone screen, checking his makeup for any flaws. It had only been three months since the Great Shift had swapped his body with his aunt, but he was already slipping into her routines like he had been a woman his whole life. The clothes had been the first hurdle - All the stores had been closed in the chaos of the shift so he had no choice but to drown in his old body’s now vastly oversized shirts or pick from the outfits she had brought with her, mostly dresses and tops designed to accommodate her generous bust.   He had started wearing makeup about a month in at the suggestion of his aunt, something about how it was a skill he’d have to learn as a woman eventually, so why not now - He had resisted at first, but after she wore him down into trying a light coat it had become a guilty pleasure of his to do in private. It wasn’t exactly manly, but he had to admit it made him more comfortable with his n

A few months ago, Ethan had still been holding out hope that he could go back to his old life after all of this. Now, he held no such delusion. Even if he escaped his kidnappers, what kind of life would he come home to? he didn’t look anything like how he used to, the surgeons had made sure of that. The facial reconstructions, fat redistribution, and dozens of other procedures had all done exactly what they were supposed to and stripped him of any ounce of masculinity he might have had left in his body, and the constant hormone treatments had done the rest, slowly building him up into the woman they were clearly trying to make him into. He had resisted when he first woke up in his cell all those months ago. What drove him crazy was the why - He had just been on his way to class when the men had thrown him into their van, driving him off to the facility he’d been in ever since. No one had answered his demands, and after a while, he’d just stopped asking. No one would mistake him for a m

It felt like he was betraying himself, every pill taking him further and further away from his male body, but as guilty as it made him feel, a part of him was starting to crave the changes they brought on.   He had come to live with his aunt a few months ago, embarrassed that he had no other options but to live under her strict rules. School hadn’t worked out, and it wasn’t like he had any job prospects lined up. She had put him up in the guest bedroom, an embarrassingly feminine room. Something she had later let slip was meant for her daughter, if she’d ever have one. The stay was contingent on two rules: One, he was to help her with her work, and Two, he was to never disobey a request. Her work, as it turned out, was genetic research. She was a scientist pioneering a new type of gene therapy to push the body towards its genetic potential, something she was eager to move past clinical trials. He had started taking the pills a week into his stay. It was a relatively easy ask, he though