First time trying out a message based format, still working out the kinks but I thought it might be fun - what do you all think, would you like to see more captions like this?
Oh thank Christ we’re not actually related or this would be too weird…” Sean whispered to himself as he slowly slipped out of the robe he had found himself in to get a look at the tits he’d now be sporting for the rest of his life. A few hours ago, Sean would have placed the possibility of him ever seeing his stepmom’s body naked at a strong zero percent. The Great Shift, however, had other plans. He had done his best to avoid Thanksgiving dinner at his dad’s house the past few years ever since his dad remarried a woman 20 years younger after the divorce, a choice made easier by the fact that her attitude around him was pretty hostile any time she wasn’t actively spending his dad’s money on whatever spa treatment or fashion trend she was obsessed with that week. Still, as embarrassing as it was to admit it, her demeanor only partially spoiled the fact that she was clearly out of his dad’s league, something which made the occasional family dinner at least somewhat bearable. At lea...
Ugh, finally,” William moaned, checking the door’s peephole to make sure his coworker had walked far enough down the hall before stripping out of the sweatpants and oversized shirt he had been wearing, slipping on the pink lingerie he had frantically hidden moments before answering the door. “I thought he would never leave.” It was such a pain whenever one of his old friends or coworkers stopped in for a chat. Putting on some baggy old sweatshirt three times his new size, washing off his makeup, hiding anything that looked a little too feminine from view of the living room - All to keep them under the impression that Second Puberty was a miserable experience for him. That impression couldn’t be farther from the truth. It would tank his reputation with his friends if they ever found out, but privately, William was ecstatic. The more feminine his body became, the less he could deny that he felt more at home with his cleavage pushing out of a tank top than hidden under a sweatshirt. ...
“Hey, D, over here!” Marcus beckoned from the car window, getting the attention of his friend as he walked out of the lecture hall. Derrick looked around for the source of the noise, his eyes widening as they settled on the white woman calling him over with the nickname only his best friend used instead of his full name. “You gotta be joking, i dint think you were serious! how long has it been like this? You’ve been terrible at football practice and acting weird the past few weeks at school but i just figured you were freaked out about final exams, not… this! Who is she.. you.. whatever I’m supposed to call you!” Marcus sighed, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind his ear in a habit that was starting to feel more and more natural the longer he did it. “That’s what I was trying to tell you over the phone before you thought it was a prank call and hung up on me! It’s this white lady who lives in some house down the street from me! Remember that electrical storm a few weeks back ...
I love this you should do more in the future.
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