FemaleFantasy's TG Captions

Yusuf (Now Ingrid), 28 I might not look like it, but I actually have a pretty good reason for being here, besides getting drunk and looking good… I came to Germany a few years ago from Turkey on a work visa, and have been trying to get my permanent residency ever since. I caught the Western European variant of the gender virus a few months in, which traded in my beard and beer gut for blonde hair and breasts, but didn’t exactly do anything for my immigration case, even if i do have a more traditionally “German” look now! Anyways, part of the citizenship process involves proving that you’ve “integrated into German society”, and what better way to prove that than getting some photos of myself at Oktoberfest? Of course, the process is a little easier if you marry a citizen, which brings me to my backup plan… Have you seen some the guys around here? The only issue is, my tolerance isn’t anything like it used to be. I’m only a few beers in and I’m already feeling pretty tipsy! Don’t tell an...

  “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 ...

Parth almost had to laugh at his situation once he got over the shock of the Great Shift. He had been trying to apply for a work visa     to Australia fruitlessly for years now, and it looked like his wish had finally been granted - although not nearly in the way he had expected. The Great Shift had skipped past the bureaucracy and landed the Indian university graduate into the body of an Australian citizen. More specifically, a blonde, busty, and VERY attractive Australian woman about his age. Once the chaos of the Shift died down and he reported his swap to the authorities, he had been granted a temporary Shift Victim visa to remain in the country while his claims were verified   Now, he was faced with a decision: The six month grace period for someone to claim the body he found himself in as their own was about to expire, and with the girl he had shifted into nowhere to be found and no next of kin identified, he was eligible to apply for her identity. It would mean giv...

Ade breathed a sigh of relief as he adjusted the straps of his bra, feeling the weight of his breasts shifting as they finally got the support they needed. Even weeks after the Great Shift, he was still getting used to how big of an adjustment they really were. The Great Shift had taken the South African teen a long way from home, placing him in the body of a busty dutch woman more than a few years older than him. It seemed like half his day was now centered around his new cleavage, between choosing a suitable outfit from the woman he shifted into’s very revealing wardrobe, constantly adjusting his bra, and managing the attention they seemed to get him every time he went outside.   He had to admit though, they felt fantastic. The Great Shift had placed him in his new body right in the middle of a passionate sex session with her husband, making his first official experience as a woman having her sizable breasts massaged by the strong hands of another man. Safe to say, it left quite ...

“And that’s all for today’s lesson. Good work, you’re getting better!” Malcolm’s teacher smiled, waving bye to him through the video call.   “Thank you, you are.. helping me much.” Malcom smiled back, slowly sounding out his words to make sure he was pronouncing them right. He cut off the call before breathing out a sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair as he examined his reflection in the dark screen of his laptop. Malcolm had a lot to be thankful for after a chance run-in with the Role Exchanger, but his weekly English lessons were definitely not one of them. He had been at an art museum when the Role Exchanger hit, the blue light turning his life upside down as it swapped a number of his traits with other visitors in the ensuing chaos. The most drastic changes hit first, exchanging his gender with a woman to his left. He felt petite breasts begin to push out from his chest as his body rapidly feminized, leaving him as an androgynously female version of his old self. He would...