FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

“Oh fuck, he’s hot…” Michael bit his lip, trying not to stare as he saw a man walk past him on street, unwillingly feeling a shy excitement as he noticed him look back around, the man’s eyes roaming his new body before moving on.   “I could probably get with him,” he thought. “Just walk up and say a few words and he could be plowing me tonight…” His mind drifted for a moment before he snapped himself back to reality. He was straight, he reminded himself, he always had been. But still, he couldn’t exactly control his subconscious. These intrusive thoughts had started when he caught the Gender Virus on his way back from a business trip to India, and had been growing in frequency ever since. The virus had taken hold after he’d gotten home, probably passed on to him from a shared drink at his hotel’s bar. Who knows how many more he had infected on the flight back, spreading the virus’s gift to others before he noticed the symptoms and quarantined himself. It had certainly worked its ma...

“Oh shit…” Kevin’s smile froze on his face as he reached his car only to find the back window shattered and its contents clearly gone through. “Shit, shit, shit, this can’t be happening!” He shouted as he ran to unlock the door, frantically searching the backseat for the only thing in there he cared about, a small duffel bag with an ornate medallion inside of it, but it was no use. The bag was gone, stolen by some petty thief who had no idea the magnitude of the find he had just lucked into. Kevin had found the medallion weeks ago, a recent come-up at a thrift store that had caught his eye. It hadn’t been until he got home and accidentally turned into a copy of his roommate that he truly realized the power of what he had just bought. The medallion, when pressed into one’s hand along with a piece of clothing, was able to transform the holder into a perfect copy of whoever had last worn those clothes, using up its power for the next twelve hours or so before it was able to be used again....

Wait, you can’t leave me like this! I’m traveling with friends! My family’s back home, they’ll notice i’m gone!” he pleaded, clinging to any hope he could reason with his kidnappers. “Just let me free and i’ll pretend like this never happened, i swear!” The man paused at the door, stopping to listen to Alex’s argument as he trailed off, waiting for a reaction. A few seconds later, he responded with a soft laugh, his cold smile sucking the air out of the room. “Do you really believe you’re the first person we’ve done this to?” He asked in lightly accented english. “Your parents are getting the news as we speak. You and your friends decided that Japan was nice to visit, but you’ve decided to move on to Thailand next. Once the updates stop in a few weeks and you’re finally reported missing, they’ll be focusing their search on a completely different country than your new home. That’s where all the evidence will point, anyways.” “As for your friends? You’ll see them soon enough,” He laughed...

“God, finally” Ken breathed out a sigh of relief as he posed in the mirror, looking for any imperfections in his makeup. The role exchanger had been kind to him, mostly, considering the fact it had struck him at the mall right outside a cosmetics store - He had gotten his gender swapped along with dozens of new physical features from a mix of different women, combined with an almost obsessive urge to maintain his new hair, makeup, and exercise regimen from the model he had been lucky enough to inherit most of his new good looks from. The only hangup was that while he now had an exacting need to keep up with his body’s new beauty standards, he had almost none of the experience necessary to keep it up. His mornings had practically tripled in length as he now found himself having to get up at the crack of dawn to give himself enough time to get ready. Thankfully, he could almost get through a basic routine now without spending too much time looking things up. Although, the better he got, ...

Oscar knew it was a major breach of privacy, but as the minutes dragged on into hours and his attempts to distract himself from his new body started becoming less and less effective, he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. The Great Shift had struck while he was over at his girlfriend Elena’s house, swapping everybody inside. It would have been less awkward if it was at least his girlfriend’s body he had ended up in, but as he looked at himself in the mirror yet another time to confirm, he once again saw her sister Ximena’s face staring back at him. Even more awkwardly, he was a little thrilled about it. Of course he loved his girlfriend for her personality, but looks-wise? her sister had all her best qualities and then some. They almost looked like twins except for two major differences; major differences he was now about to see firsthand as he slowly pulled his top down and revealed his perky new tits for the first time.   He could never tell his girlfriend this, ...

It still felt wrong looking at his aunt’s face every time he passed by a mirror, but as Cal finally found himself adjusting to the new body the Great Shift had gifted him, he was starting to come around to the benefits of being a grown, healthy, and (it was still a little hard to admit this about what was once a close family member’s body) attractive woman. Instead of thinking about all the things from his old life he’d miss out on, Cal found his mind drifting to all the things he’d experienced for the first time as a woman since the Shift. As emasculating as it felt to admit it, most of them were sexual: His first female orgasm, a few weeks post shift after he gave into his body’s needs and finally started masturbating, a male athlete on TV finally pushing him over the edge. His first hookup, a few weeks after that. He had never had much luck with girls in his old body, but he was secure enough to admit now that flirting was a lot easier from his aunt’s body than it had ever been as a...

Ken groaned as he saw the text message from Allison flash on his phone. “Status update!” Reluctantly, he found the closest mirror and took a selfie, sending to her. He waited for what seemed like ages, staring hesitantly at the dancing bubbles on his screen that indicated she was typing before Allison’s message finally came through. “Good job on the makeup today, Kate! you pass” Ken’s heart rate fell as he let out a sigh of relief before it froze in his throat at the sight of another text popping up - “I think i’m getting tired of the tomboy look though, tomorrow i want to see you in a skirt and something that shows off your boobs, i made them big for a reason you know!”  “Oh, and don’t forget to smile next time, we wouldn’t want anyone thinking you didn’t love being a woman, right?” He could sense the thinly veiled threat in her words, the same as always, but as long as she held all the power, all he could do was smile and bear it. He remembered the last time he had disobeyed one ...