FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

“What the fuck are you doing in my house??” Jack turned, shocked to see someone in the bathroom doorway that he hadn’t expected for another day and a half at least: His girlfriend, back home early from her work trip. “Oh fuck, uhhh… I can explain, I know how this looks but i promise you there’s a-“ Erica scoffed, cutting him off. Yeah? cause it looks like you’re the bitch that’s been sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back. Oh god, get out, get out right now. I knew Jack was cheating on me, all that bullshit about those bras i found stuffed in the back of the closet being left over from whoever lived here before. They were probably yours, weren’t they?? Jack’s protest fell on deaf ears as his girlfriend practically forced the strange woman in her bathroom down the hall and out the back door, slamming it behind him as soon as he was clear. No luck. Jack leaned against the doorframe, attempting to come up with an explanation that would actually get him back in the house as the breeze p...

Jack had no illusions about how he looked before the Great Shift. Being pudgy, a little frog-faced, and shorter than the average woman, he hadn’t exactly won the genetic lottery.     Most men shifted into women post- Great Shift had to deal with the sudden loss of height, strength, and stature that becoming a member of the fairer sex entailed. The opposite experience couldn’t have been truer for Jack. He had been at the gym when it happened, an on again, off again routine that usually involved him gaining and losing the same five pounds over and over again as he half assed some workout he saw on TV one time. In an instant, his mind had been catapulted into the body of Savannah, a student athlete from the college down the street as she was cooling down from the final few sets of her training program. The first experience Jack felt coursing through his newfound body moments after the Great Shift had been exhaustion. Worse than he’d ever felt before. Then, the weight of long, sho...

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. ...