FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

“God, this is so fucked!” Nadia moaned, pacing around her apartment like a storm ready to strike the first target she laid her eyes on. “And you’re sure you didn’t do anything weird to cause this?” “Do i look like I know how to swap bodies?” Joe responded, affronted by her accusation. “Besides, even if i could, why would I pick you?” He continued, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest. “What do we do? do we tell people?” “Are you crazy? “Hey mom, I know it’s your neighbor down the hall talking to you, but i’m actually your teenage son?” They’d think you’re having some kind of psychological episode before they’d believe us.” Nadia laughed, humorlessly. “You need to fix this. Soon.” “Well my parents are gonna expect me and my body home any minute now for dinner, what am I supposed to do now?” Nadia sighed. “God, okay you little brat, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll go to your place and pretend i have a stomachache or something so i don’t have to eat dinner with your miserable paren...

James still couldn’t believe this was his life now. One wrong turn down the wrong street after work and he had suddenly become the star witness in a massive criminal case and the reason a notorious mob boss finally ended up in prison.   With all eyes on him after the case, he was given an option: Either go home without protections, or enter into a new version of the Witness Protection Program, designed to make participants disappear from the public eye for good. Not only would he get a new identity, they’d be giving him a completely different body as well, modifying him until the man he used to be was only a distant memory. He could walk right past the men he put away and they wouldn’t even notice. And as attached as he was to his own life, James valued his safety more. Hesitantly, he agreed, and when their van came to pick him up in the middle of the night, he did as they said and didn’t bring so much as a change of clothes to remind anyone of his past life.  30 minutes later...

John could already tell something was wrong as he broke out into a cold sweat on his walk back to his hotel. He had read the travel advisory warning about the Gender Virus outbreak the day he arrived in Thailand, the signs posted on every door of the airport. If he was smart, he would have canceled his vacation then and there, or at least holed up inside his hotel until he got the all-clear, but no. He had spent too much money on this trip to let it go to waste, a decision that led him out of the safe zone and into a crowded bar of locals.   He had only been there for a few hours before he decided to head back for the night, unaware that his future had already been sealed - A shared drink and a little skin-to-skin contact with a girl at the bar was all it took to pass on the virus to him, and by the time he finished speedwalking back to the hotel, trying to keep his composure as his stomach felt like it was being tied into knots, the virus had already started to set in. John slamme...

Ever since Eric had come into possession of the Medallion of Zulu, he had been using it as an escape from his daily life. All it took was touching the medallion to a piece of clothing worn by someone else, and it could change his body into a perfect replica of whoever had worn it last. He worked from home most days, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to spend days at a time as someone else: Friends, neighbors, anybody whose clothes he could get his hands on. So much so, that his usual bodies had started to get boring. He needed to step up his game if he wanted to keep the excitement fresh, and he had the perfect idea to spice it up: A game he liked to call vacation roulette.   The rules were simple: He booked a flight somewhere, brought nothing but his ID and the clothes on his back, and swiped a piece of unclaimed luggage off the carousel on his way out the airport. After he checked into his hotel, all he had to do was press the medallion onto some clothing from the suitcase, and he h...

Brian breathed a sigh of relief as he finally got back to his aunt’s apartment, dropping his bags off by the door before stopping short at the sight of his aunt still on the couch. She had been spending a lot of her time here, but he had been hoping she’d be gone by the time he got back so he’d have time to hide his latest purchase from her. She shifted in her seat at the sound of him walking in, her female mannerisms looking almost comical in his lanky teenage body as she brought up a couple tabs on her laptop. “Hey, so i was looking online for that storm that swapped our bodies and i think i might have a lead on…” She trailed off mid-sentence, looking up from the computer as Brian sat down on the couch. “Hold up, what are you wearing? I didn’t buy that top.” She said, pointedly staring at Brian’s exposed chest.  “So i went shopping, it’s been weeks and none of the clothes you gave me were comfortable around the house!” He responded defensively. “Don’t worry, I bought them then I ...