FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

“Hey, what was so urgent that you needed to see me? You know I shouldn’t even be this close to anyone for another week!” Austin exclaimed as his friend slid into the passenger seat of his car. Technically, Austin wasn’t supposed to be out of quarantine at all. He was still contagious with the Gender Virus for at least another few days, although by now his body had at least stabilized, locking him into the hyperfeminine body that would be his new normal for the rest of his life. Sebastian took a deep breath, steeling his nerves for what he was about to say next. “That’s the thing. I… I knew you were still contagious when I called you. In fact, I’m kinda depending on it…” Sebastian paused for a moment, seemingly measuring out his thoughts before he took the plunge. “I want in. I want to be a girl.” Austin froze in shock for a second, unsure he heard Sebastian correctly. “Don’t mess around, once you do this there’s no coming back, you’ll be a woman forever.”  “I know it sounds crazy, ...

  “Dan, have you seen my grey top? The one with the matching shorts.” Allison said, popping her head into her brother’s room one last time before heading out for the weekend. “No clue, sorry. You leaving now?” Dan responded, looking up from the video he was watching on his phone and brushing a lock of hair out of his face. “I figured it wouldn’t be you, ha. Just covering my bases. Yeah, I’ll be back on Monday once my work conference is over. Stay positive, ok? I know second puberty’s been kinda hard on you but you’ll see the upside of being a girl soon enough, I promise!” Allison quickly turned away, the sound of her Uber honking its horn outside bringing back her sense of urgency. “Anyways, Gotta go, byeee!” Dan paused, listening for the sound of the click of the front door that confirmed that his sister was actually gone before a smile slowly spread across his face. “Finally, I thought she would never leave!” He thought, quickly pacing over to the back of his dresser and pulling ...

To tell the truth, being diagnosed with Second Puberty probably saved my life. Years of grinding to get into a top college, finance internships, 12 hour days working at investment banking, I was in my mid 20s and was already burned out, not to mention the fact that I had nearly given myself an ulcer from the stress… In fact, I think the leave i took from work to deal with my diagnosis was the first break longer than two weeks I’d had since middle school! Well, two weeks off turned into a month, and    then after a while, I sort of… never came back! I guess my priorities shifted somewhere between my breasts growing from a B cup to a D, but just the thought of going back to the office just made me feel nauseous. Luckily I had a good amount of money saved up so finances weren’t an issue, and with all the new free time on my hands, I guess you could say i got a little carried away diving into some new “feminine” hobbies to compensate! Suddenly I was shopping for clothes, practicin...

“Oh my God, no, this can’t be right…” Alex stood rooted to the street, entranced by the two inch tall reflection in the compact mirror he now found himself holding. More specifically, at the gorgeous black woman in the reflection now copying his every move. A few moments ago, he had been off the street, in an office building four floors up as he printed out papers by the copy machine for a meeting. Now, he was suddenly standing on the sidewalk, the blink of an eye being all the time the Great Shift had needed to push his mind out of his body and into the body of a random passerby on the street below, a woman who had stopped for a moment to check her makeup before walking into the modeling agency downstairs. Still in shock, Alex licked his lips, the faint taste of cherry lip gloss sticking to his tongue as the woman in the mirror did the same. All at once, he began taking into account all the strange sensations now registering across his unfamiliar new body: the slight stickiness of the...

  Vanessa yawned as she sat up in bed, shutting off her alarm before stretching her arms above her head. She felt the weight of her breasts shifting as she leaned back in bed and looked at the calendar sitting by her phone. Today was the day. 18 years, one month, 12 days since Second Puberty had ensured she woke up each morning as a woman instead of a man. More specifically, a single day longer than his age when he had been diagnosed. He had now, officially, spent more of his life female than he ever had male. He still remembered exactly how he felt when it happened, back when he had been Victor, a freshman in college freaking out that his manhood was shrinking by the day and his facial features softening more and more every time he looked in the mirror. Realizing that there was no way he could keep hiding the increasingly obvious tits sitting where his once flat chest was. At the same time, she could hardly remember what it was like to wake up in the morning and not feel the weigh...

“Meu deus, isso é tão estranho, o que vou fazer?” John muttered to himself, still in awe that he could understand what he was saying, but even more so at the sight of the woman looking back at him from the mirror.   He had decided to start learning Portuguese last week as a spur of the moment decision to get out of the house and possibly meet some women after seeing a sign up sheet for classes in the lobby of his apartment building. He had no idea at the time just how    much that decision would change his life. The role exchanger had struck just a few minutes into his first in-person lesson, a group conversation class led by a Brazilian teacher. The bright, blue light flashed through at the end of the introductions, right as he had finished struggling through telling the group his name and age in stilted, broken Portuguese. The first change had been the most obvious, a gasp rippling through the group at the sight of the breasts erupting onto his rapidly shrinking body an...

Hello readers! I know i’ve been pretty inconsistent as of late, very unprofessional, yes but life tends to get in the way unfortunately. Thanks to all of you who reached out to me while i was out, and i’d like to ask for a favor! Are there any stories of mine you’d like to see a sequel to? personal requests? types of changes/plotlines you’d like to see? Let me know in the comments or by emailing me at transformationlover1911@gmail.com if you have any ideas or if you just want to talk, I love hearing from y’all and would love some inspiration for future captions! Bonus: Is anyone reading this from a non-US country? I’d love to hear where you’re from and how you found my blog, maybe my next caption can be set in your home country? Looking forward to hearing from you! 🩷-Femalefantasy