Hey there again! Another short story, hopefully one that can be enjoyed despite it's flaws. As usual I don't own the image.
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Jayden and Kyle were two childhood friends, since the day they met they would be found together. Coupled with their predisposition to get into trouble they were known for their antics and disliked by most.
They would do just about anything, from vandalizing cars, painting pets, stealing what they found to return it shortly after with unlikable surprises. Watching their victims become infuriated, upset or break into tears would always make their day. Ending their day of pranking at whatever fast food place they fancied on the day.
And while they loved it, they still felt things going stale from time to time. This however didn’t mean they stopped. Instead they would search for a new target to prey on and get a new reaction from.
The days during which they searched for new victims were the most peaceful ones, as they would spend their time walking while scouting houses and their owners in search of those they would enjoy getting a reaction from.
After hours of walking and finding more of the same, they decided to take a rest outside a store. Eyeing those who went inside and came out. As they discussed new pranks to terrorize people with, an old woman came out of the shop. Her stride and movements made her appear even weaker than she appeared, which sparked inspiration in both of them. They had found their next target.
They waited for the woman to take some distance from them, before getting up and stalking her back to her house. The one which wasn’t that far away from the store, yet couldn’t be more different from it. The house was big, with stone covering all the walls, with doors and windows so outdated they thought must be at least sixty years old. The perfect object for a new prank.
They spent their next day preparing paint, spray cans and other tools for their next hit. Then heading to the house, setting camp outside until the woman left in order to break into it and set up their prank. After waiting for a few hours the woman left, and once she was out of sight they got cracking. Unlocking the door and entering the place. Placing their supplies inside before closing the door.
While Kyle began to open the paint cans and selected the spray paint he wanted to use, Jayden scanned the place. The place was dark despite the windows and doors. The walls were covered with strange paintings, depicting women in odd positions and wearing tight outfits while being bound with ropes and cuffs. Jayden told Kyle about it, pointing out what a freak the woman must have been during her younger days. But Kyle wasn’t interested in it, he wanted to mess the place up and couldn’t wait anymore.
As he picked an open paint can to toss at the walls a cold sensation came over his body starting at his hands. Looking at them he stared in horror as the paint slowly crawled up his arms as if it had a life of its own. His screams of pain as the paint reached his shoulders and started to cover his chest made Jayden freeze on the spot, unable to comprehend what was happening to his best friend. As the paint covered his chest and back, Kyle felt his ribcage being compressed, leaving him breathless while the paint kept creeping over his body.
The muffled moans of Kyle brought Jayden back from his dazed state. Trying to pull at the curtains to use to wipe the paint from Kyle. But as he grabbed the curtains, he felt as they grabbed him back. He tried to yank himself away from them with all his strength, but instead he was dragged closer to them. As the curtain enveloped Jayden, he managed to get a last look at Kyle, who was fully covered in dark paint and on the ground.
The curtain covered Jayden entirely, twisting more and more around him. His bones cracked while his muscles shrank. The same thing kept happening for minutes, hours or even days. Jayden was unable to tell as he lost consciousness a couple times, each time feeling more constricted.
It had been long since his mind wandered off into a fantasy of his own making, in which Kyle and him succeeded on their prank and were back at some fast food place, celebrating their last hit. Going on with their routine until the sound of someone clearing their throat brought him back from his daydream and into his current position. “Oh dear… you two naughty ones should be taught not to enter someone’s house when they aren’t around…” The woman could be heard saying, her voice changing with every word, becoming softer and more alluring.
“Come down dear, let me see you now…” the woman said as the curtain’s grip started to come undone on Jayden, until he was left back on the ground, though his footwear felt odd as there was a pressure on his heels he had never felt before. Jayden turned around to look at the woman and Kyle, yet in their place were a stunning blonde in a tight blue dress and besides her a brunette wearing a black latex bodysuit and really high heeled black latex boots.
“Well well well… you came out as well as your friend. Now, I hope you learn not to enter someone’s abode without an invitation, though I’m sure you both will get a good number of them looking like that. Come back in a month, if you have had enough and have been a good girl I might consider turning you both back, but for now I must bid you adieu…” The woman said gesturing towards the door, with me and the brunette walking out as she had asked.
I looked down at myself, my body now had a feminine shape, with breasts and a clit that was rubbing against the bottom zipper, which made me feel weird… though clearly not as much as the other girl, who was probably Kyle. She had been fondling herself since the moment we walked out the door and moaning loudly until a man who was walking by stopped to look at us. Kyle went down and spread her legs, inviting them man to help her with the zipper and her horniness, while I could only look down at my body in shame, knowing that if I saw Kyle be fucked I wouldn’t be able to keep myself in check either….
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Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Monday, August 26, 2019
A Bad Writer
Now this is just the name of this story that is a request for Mapron about a tg caption writer being lazy and rude to fans... is it directed at me? Perhaps, but this is what I came up with and hope it changes your mind, or at least you enjoy my bad writing. There is a caption version on my deviantart in case you prefer that format. https://www.deviantart.com/tgjess
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Being a TG writer isn’t that hard, you write something saying how a man turns into a woman, slap some other keyword to it that depicts another fetish like latex, bimbo, hypnosis, maid, forced and a tagline that says “you wish you were her” and people will love it, rinse and repeat and you have a page going.
James really thought this when he started writing some TG caps and stories (if his copy pasting of lines he used to make them longer could be called that), garnering followers and fans despite doing little work from the start, and the more he wrote the lazier he would get, at times straight out using the same text but on top of a different image and trying to make it seem as if he had worked on a new story.
He did this for awhile until he got a message from someone called ‘XXXRealitychanger69XXX’ who claimed to be a fan of his but he felt his newer content was quite low effort and they knew James could do much better and he was more than willing to provide him with ideas and images for new content if he was willing to write with him. Of course James felt like he was being accused of being a lazy bastard (which he was) and instead replied to the person that he knew what he was doing and needed no help from a creep who thought was more capable than him to come up with content for his site.
He was quite happy with his choice of words really putting that guy in his place. How dare he suggest he knew better than James? The self proclaimed TG master writer. So with that he went back to writing more content, which was just reposting his old works with new images and sometimes adding some changes here and there. But as he was writing something odd happened, his fingers felt thinner and smaller, making typing harder than before.
Then his eyes started to itch as his hair covered his face, despite getting a haircut recently, forcing him to get it out of his way and fix it behind his back, feeling it reaching past his shoulders… at this point he could tell something was up, considering both his back and front felt weird… looking down to be met by a pair of sizeable breasts on his chest, blocking his view of everything under them.
Getting up from his seat he had trouble standing straight as there was this thin and hard pressure on the back of his feet, forcing him to lean on his desk to be able to look to turn around without falling over. But what he saw wasn’t what he was expecting, instead of his sweatpants, flip flops and t-shirt he was wearing a black bra to hold his breasts, a really short and tight black skirt, black fishnet stockings and a pair black high heels. Adding the feel of a thin piece of cloth lodged between his asscheeks which he could tell was covering the place where his dick used to be.
At this a message sound was heard from the computer and as he opened it he saw it was from the same person ‘XXXRealitychanger69XXX’ again. This time he was much less polite and kind, saying he had been hurt by both his words and attitude so he decided to aid him in a way he couldn’t reject, while teaching him a lesson about being nicer to people, adding that he should get used to the heels cause he would be walking in them for a bit and that shortly he would be around to help him with experience for his descriptions of sexual encounters a man turned into a woman would have, with how it felt and how enjoyable it would be to be fucked by a big man while being a new woman...
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Being a TG writer isn’t that hard, you write something saying how a man turns into a woman, slap some other keyword to it that depicts another fetish like latex, bimbo, hypnosis, maid, forced and a tagline that says “you wish you were her” and people will love it, rinse and repeat and you have a page going.
James really thought this when he started writing some TG caps and stories (if his copy pasting of lines he used to make them longer could be called that), garnering followers and fans despite doing little work from the start, and the more he wrote the lazier he would get, at times straight out using the same text but on top of a different image and trying to make it seem as if he had worked on a new story.
He did this for awhile until he got a message from someone called ‘XXXRealitychanger69XXX’ who claimed to be a fan of his but he felt his newer content was quite low effort and they knew James could do much better and he was more than willing to provide him with ideas and images for new content if he was willing to write with him. Of course James felt like he was being accused of being a lazy bastard (which he was) and instead replied to the person that he knew what he was doing and needed no help from a creep who thought was more capable than him to come up with content for his site.
He was quite happy with his choice of words really putting that guy in his place. How dare he suggest he knew better than James? The self proclaimed TG master writer. So with that he went back to writing more content, which was just reposting his old works with new images and sometimes adding some changes here and there. But as he was writing something odd happened, his fingers felt thinner and smaller, making typing harder than before.
Then his eyes started to itch as his hair covered his face, despite getting a haircut recently, forcing him to get it out of his way and fix it behind his back, feeling it reaching past his shoulders… at this point he could tell something was up, considering both his back and front felt weird… looking down to be met by a pair of sizeable breasts on his chest, blocking his view of everything under them.
Getting up from his seat he had trouble standing straight as there was this thin and hard pressure on the back of his feet, forcing him to lean on his desk to be able to look to turn around without falling over. But what he saw wasn’t what he was expecting, instead of his sweatpants, flip flops and t-shirt he was wearing a black bra to hold his breasts, a really short and tight black skirt, black fishnet stockings and a pair black high heels. Adding the feel of a thin piece of cloth lodged between his asscheeks which he could tell was covering the place where his dick used to be.
At this a message sound was heard from the computer and as he opened it he saw it was from the same person ‘XXXRealitychanger69XXX’ again. This time he was much less polite and kind, saying he had been hurt by both his words and attitude so he decided to aid him in a way he couldn’t reject, while teaching him a lesson about being nicer to people, adding that he should get used to the heels cause he would be walking in them for a bit and that shortly he would be around to help him with experience for his descriptions of sexual encounters a man turned into a woman would have, with how it felt and how enjoyable it would be to be fucked by a big man while being a new woman...
Thursday, August 22, 2019
Two Caps and a Gif Thing
So... my attempts to make a caption using a gif haven't really worked out so far... but as I wrote this I might as well post it so here it goes...
Can't Stop Dancing (TG, Mind Changes, MTF, Magic)
It was such an odd thing… something I couldn’t quite explain… being invited to my coworker’s place for the first time, getting a tour of the place before stopping at the door of one room. I wasn’t sure why but something felt strange about it, and from the look on his face it was just what he had expected, so when I asked him what was behind the door, his eyes gleamed and a smile took place on his face as he opened it and gestured for me to enter.
It was a small room, with multiple doors, a mirror on a wall and in the middle of it a vertical pole going from the floor to the ceiling, the kind that you would expect to find in strip clubs or some gyms that taught those dances. The moment my eyes looked at it I was entranced, walking closer until I could stretch my hand and touch it, feeling the cold and hard metal on my palm.
I started to rub my hand on it, sliding it up and down before reaching with my other hand and doing the same. I couldn’t stop doing it, rather wanting to do more with it and getting my body all around it. Imitating what I had seen women do before in shows and tv. I moved my arms upwards and grabbed tightly to the pole, then jumping towards it with my knees forward while hanging onto it with my hands.The moment my feet left the ground I felt my clothes melting as my body did, discarding what wasn’t needed and by the time my stomach felt the pole and my crotch came into contact with it, I could tell I was much lighter, agile and sexier. Looking down at my body which was now small and soft, feminine wearing a white bodysuit and knee high socks.
I could feel my long hair, my soft breasts, my ample butt being hugged by the clothing, and yet all I did was dance on the pole, doing more acrobatics and making my moves more erotic with each turn and twirl until I got off to the applaud of my coworker… though to me he wasn’t that anymore… he was my master and from seeing my show I could tell he now wanted another number from me, though this one I would be on my knees and later on my back… ______________________________________________________________________
Selfies Are Dumb (TG,MTF, Magic, Mind Change, Bimbo)
Oh my god! I just can’t stand girls going on and on about social media. How they just need to take pictures of themselves from every angle, usually above showing their breasts so guys comment on them, and then they complain about the creeps! Like, what did you expect would happen if all you post are cleavage, ass and almost nude shots all the time?
Always asking stuff like “Do I look good?” or saying “I look terrible today!” when they spent hours upon hours to do their makeup, find the right angle and get their pose right… and all of it just for some male attention…
Like, I don’t know why anyone would want strangers commenting about how hard they make them feel… the obscene things they would do to them… sending them tons and tons of dick pics… I wonder why that sounds like a good idea right now…
I mean, I am wearing such a tight dress and my boobs look great in it… wait why do I have breasts? If I’m totes a guy? Silly me, I think I need a guy to remind me how good my girls look! And now let’s write “Looking for some yummy hot stuff to make my day….” can’t wait to see the hunks who reply to me…
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Frat Party (TG, Forced, Mind Change)
It's just a party man! You know the schtick! Loud music, weird lights and tons of drinks! Plus you might get some action going tonight! The guys hosting it say it will be a crazy one!
Paul's friends told him these things in order to get him to attend the frat party with them. Though when they arrived, no one else seemed to be there, except for them and the rest of the unpopular guys. Suddenly the lights turned pink and they all changed in mere seconds. Turning them into women, wearing oversized male clothes. Then a bunch of naked men from the fraternity entered the room and forced them to their knees. Paul was taken from behind and fucked raw in his new pussy, making him moan like a bitch. From then on Paul, his friends and the unpopular guys joined the fraternity as the cock sluts, who were always ready to party and fuck.
Can't Stop Dancing (TG, Mind Changes, MTF, Magic)
It was such an odd thing… something I couldn’t quite explain… being invited to my coworker’s place for the first time, getting a tour of the place before stopping at the door of one room. I wasn’t sure why but something felt strange about it, and from the look on his face it was just what he had expected, so when I asked him what was behind the door, his eyes gleamed and a smile took place on his face as he opened it and gestured for me to enter.
It was a small room, with multiple doors, a mirror on a wall and in the middle of it a vertical pole going from the floor to the ceiling, the kind that you would expect to find in strip clubs or some gyms that taught those dances. The moment my eyes looked at it I was entranced, walking closer until I could stretch my hand and touch it, feeling the cold and hard metal on my palm.
I started to rub my hand on it, sliding it up and down before reaching with my other hand and doing the same. I couldn’t stop doing it, rather wanting to do more with it and getting my body all around it. Imitating what I had seen women do before in shows and tv. I moved my arms upwards and grabbed tightly to the pole, then jumping towards it with my knees forward while hanging onto it with my hands.The moment my feet left the ground I felt my clothes melting as my body did, discarding what wasn’t needed and by the time my stomach felt the pole and my crotch came into contact with it, I could tell I was much lighter, agile and sexier. Looking down at my body which was now small and soft, feminine wearing a white bodysuit and knee high socks.
I could feel my long hair, my soft breasts, my ample butt being hugged by the clothing, and yet all I did was dance on the pole, doing more acrobatics and making my moves more erotic with each turn and twirl until I got off to the applaud of my coworker… though to me he wasn’t that anymore… he was my master and from seeing my show I could tell he now wanted another number from me, though this one I would be on my knees and later on my back… ______________________________________________________________________
Selfies Are Dumb (TG,MTF, Magic, Mind Change, Bimbo)
Oh my god! I just can’t stand girls going on and on about social media. How they just need to take pictures of themselves from every angle, usually above showing their breasts so guys comment on them, and then they complain about the creeps! Like, what did you expect would happen if all you post are cleavage, ass and almost nude shots all the time?
Always asking stuff like “Do I look good?” or saying “I look terrible today!” when they spent hours upon hours to do their makeup, find the right angle and get their pose right… and all of it just for some male attention…
Like, I don’t know why anyone would want strangers commenting about how hard they make them feel… the obscene things they would do to them… sending them tons and tons of dick pics… I wonder why that sounds like a good idea right now…
I mean, I am wearing such a tight dress and my boobs look great in it… wait why do I have breasts? If I’m totes a guy? Silly me, I think I need a guy to remind me how good my girls look! And now let’s write “Looking for some yummy hot stuff to make my day….” can’t wait to see the hunks who reply to me…
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Frat Party (TG, Forced, Mind Change)
It's just a party man! You know the schtick! Loud music, weird lights and tons of drinks! Plus you might get some action going tonight! The guys hosting it say it will be a crazy one!
Paul's friends told him these things in order to get him to attend the frat party with them. Though when they arrived, no one else seemed to be there, except for them and the rest of the unpopular guys. Suddenly the lights turned pink and they all changed in mere seconds. Turning them into women, wearing oversized male clothes. Then a bunch of naked men from the fraternity entered the room and forced them to their knees. Paul was taken from behind and fucked raw in his new pussy, making him moan like a bitch. From then on Paul, his friends and the unpopular guys joined the fraternity as the cock sluts, who were always ready to party and fuck.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Final Change
A bimbofication of a transgirl, first I do, who knows if last. Will depend on future ideas and request as this one was from https://www.deviantart.com/alia12
As usual with tame images, a caption version will be uploaded on my deviantart if you prefer that.
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Some people are born into the wrong gender and struggle due to it. Taking them by surprise when they find out about it, and needing years to fix that unfortunate mistake. Lixy was such a person, but after years of treatments and surgeries she accomplished what she wanted and transitioned successfully. But of course, even though she was now happier than ever, there were still some issues with her current life, which came from her relationship with her girlfriend Megan. They would always argue over getting married, with Lixy having the dream of walking down the aisle while wearing a gorgeous dress. While Megan didn’t really want anything to do with that and keeping their relationship to the fun things only.
Their disputes would get more heated everytime, with each saying words they would regret later, but this was when Lixy said something that hurt Megan so much she walked out on her. Lixy was quite angry as well so she didn’t bother going after her or apologizing at all. As such they didn’t see each other for weeks, neither speaking to the other. But after two months, Megan returned with a bright smile on her face. Lixy wondered why she was back or even smiling and asked her about it. Mega merely pulled out an old pocket watch and held it by the chain, asking Lixy to look at it.
In seconds Lixy became entranced by it, while Megan spoked soft words which resonated inside her mind, suggesting she forgot about all her worries and dreams, and thought only of pink and fun… of being a doll for Megan and give herself to her, without any restriction whatsoever… her brain stopped thinking about anything other than being a bimbo doll for Megan and doing anything she asked of her… From then on she underwent more surgeries to make everything about her bigger… be it her breasts, ass and lips, she was Megan’s happy bimbo doll and nothing more.
As usual with tame images, a caption version will be uploaded on my deviantart if you prefer that.
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Some people are born into the wrong gender and struggle due to it. Taking them by surprise when they find out about it, and needing years to fix that unfortunate mistake. Lixy was such a person, but after years of treatments and surgeries she accomplished what she wanted and transitioned successfully. But of course, even though she was now happier than ever, there were still some issues with her current life, which came from her relationship with her girlfriend Megan. They would always argue over getting married, with Lixy having the dream of walking down the aisle while wearing a gorgeous dress. While Megan didn’t really want anything to do with that and keeping their relationship to the fun things only.
Their disputes would get more heated everytime, with each saying words they would regret later, but this was when Lixy said something that hurt Megan so much she walked out on her. Lixy was quite angry as well so she didn’t bother going after her or apologizing at all. As such they didn’t see each other for weeks, neither speaking to the other. But after two months, Megan returned with a bright smile on her face. Lixy wondered why she was back or even smiling and asked her about it. Mega merely pulled out an old pocket watch and held it by the chain, asking Lixy to look at it.
In seconds Lixy became entranced by it, while Megan spoked soft words which resonated inside her mind, suggesting she forgot about all her worries and dreams, and thought only of pink and fun… of being a doll for Megan and give herself to her, without any restriction whatsoever… her brain stopped thinking about anything other than being a bimbo doll for Megan and doing anything she asked of her… From then on she underwent more surgeries to make everything about her bigger… be it her breasts, ass and lips, she was Megan’s happy bimbo doll and nothing more.
Thursday, July 4, 2019
Happy July 4th!!
To the americans hope you are celebrating and having a blast. For everyone else I hope it's a good day regardless and that you can enjoy the cap regardless.
Patriotic Day (MtF, Forced, Mind Change)
Patriotic Day (MtF, Forced, Mind Change)
Brad and Mike were a pair of troublemakers known by everyone around as the guys you
would find bumming in a corner drinking beer and smoking a joint, running from the cops
before turning up in a trash can or somewhere like that as they had no sense of decency
nor care for anything other than their own fun.
would find bumming in a corner drinking beer and smoking a joint, running from the cops
before turning up in a trash can or somewhere like that as they had no sense of decency
nor care for anything other than their own fun.
This extended to everything in their lives, from their studies as kids, to their jobs as young
adults to their families and worst of it all, to their own country. As you can imagine they never
bothered with voting despite others best attempts to explain to them how it would affect them
if they didn’t nor did they pay respects to the veterans or bother singing the anthem like any
proud american.
adults to their families and worst of it all, to their own country. As you can imagine they never
bothered with voting despite others best attempts to explain to them how it would affect them
if they didn’t nor did they pay respects to the veterans or bother singing the anthem like any
proud american.
But when the fourth of july came around and they were doing more of their junkie activities,
even using a flag as a tablecloth their neighbour had enough and decided to set them straight
as a proud american should. To that end he acquired some bottles of booze and injected
some of his latest experiments inside, before handing them to the guys, who were way too
interested in free alcohol to suspect anything. As they opened the first bottle and each took a
swig they started to feel weird as if something small and cold has slipped into them. Though
they figured it was an effect of one of the multiple drugs they had been consuming, as they felt
that everything looked bigger, including their chests and butts. Then they could swear that their
hair was longer and blonde for some reason. Their clothes then turned into leotards with the
american flag with fishnets under. They then looked at each other and realized they were two
blonde bombshells with big breasts who loved their country enough to sport the flag on their
great bodies.
even using a flag as a tablecloth their neighbour had enough and decided to set them straight
as a proud american should. To that end he acquired some bottles of booze and injected
some of his latest experiments inside, before handing them to the guys, who were way too
interested in free alcohol to suspect anything. As they opened the first bottle and each took a
swig they started to feel weird as if something small and cold has slipped into them. Though
they figured it was an effect of one of the multiple drugs they had been consuming, as they felt
that everything looked bigger, including their chests and butts. Then they could swear that their
hair was longer and blonde for some reason. Their clothes then turned into leotards with the
american flag with fishnets under. They then looked at each other and realized they were two
blonde bombshells with big breasts who loved their country enough to sport the flag on their
great bodies.
They then downed the bottle and headed out in search of patriotic men to join them in their
celebrations, and afterwards helping them have a great time with two prime american gals.
From then on Brandy and Michelle were the most patriotic women who loved to show their
appreciation to every man who did things for their great country.
celebrations, and afterwards helping them have a great time with two prime american gals.
From then on Brandy and Michelle were the most patriotic women who loved to show their
appreciation to every man who did things for their great country.
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