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I did it!
Thanks to your love and support I have reached my first 1.000 followers! ^-^
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LIFE IS STRANGE
Sequel to a caption I wrote a while ago requested by an Anonymous reader :)
Joshua was looking concerned at the clock, like he had been doing for the previous three hours of that school day. He was alternately looking at that clock and at the door, hoping that eventually he would have seen his friend Gabe step through it, even though he was aware that that was highly unlikely. Gabe was never late for class, he would either arrive on time or donât come to school at all, and that basically only happened when he was sick or something. Maybe that was that, maybe he was just sick. But then why wasnât he answering his messages? That wasnât like him at all! He always had his phone with him, and always responded instantly. Something strange was definitely going on, and yet nobody around him seemed to notice his absence like he did. While that was not really that strange, since Gabe had always been a quiet and reserved guy that nobody really ever paid attention to, it was really weird that not even the teacher had called his name when she called attendance. What was going on?
He realized that maybe he was just getting paranoid about nothing, but he was just too distressed, and asked to go to the bathroom to clear his mind for a minute. He was in the stall when he heard someone burst through the door. He peeked through the stall door, and saw that damn bully tormenting another poor guy. God he hated him! He wanted to get out of his hiding place and teach him a lesson, but he knew he stood no chances against him. He was a compassionate and idealistic guy, always wanting to do the right thing, but he was painfully aware that there was really nothing he could have done. He resigned himself to staying hidden and let events unfold in front of him, when suddenly someone else burst through the door. A girl. She faced the bully, and not only stood against him but she even managed to put him in his place. That was amazing! Who even was that chick? He had never seen her before! She was such a peculiar character, with her tattoos, and the blue hair, and the strong attitude, and there was something strangely familiar about her, even though Joshua could not quite put his fingers around it. Even though he knew he could have gotten into trouble, he incredibly intrigued by her, and started to follow her from a distance as she exited the school building. He watched from afar as she lit a cigarette and took a selfie with a polaroid before throwing both of them in a trashcan, then she just jumped on a bus and left him behind, unable to keep following her.
Joshua didnât know why, but seeing that girl really startled him for some reason. He felt irresistibly drawn to her, and felt the need to find out more about her. But now she was gone just as fast as she had appeared, and the only thing she had left behind was⌠that Polaroid! He took it out of the trashcan and started to inspect it. It looked just like a plain common Polaroid, and there were really no characteristic that made it stand out or that could have served as a clue to find out who that girl was. And yet, there was something awfully familiar about that device as well. He started to get nervous. Why was he having so much trouble remembering things that day? It was almost like he had conflicting memories battling in his mind, and every now and then something new would emerge and bug him, making him question the reality around him. He knew that he had seen that Polaroid before! It was⌠it was his! He used to own it! And he gave it⌠to Gabe! It was like waking up from a dream. Of course! That was his Polaroid, and he sold it to his friend so he could be more like⌠like who? He took out the selfie that the mysterious girl had just taken. Those blue hair, the punk clothes⌠he had seen that girl before! Then everything started to come back to him. The afternoons spent together with his friends having a good time and talking about all things pop culture, Gabeâs obsession for a certain game and specifically for a particular character of that game. He wanted to be like Chloe from Life is Strange!
Nothing of that reconstruction made any sense. How was it possible for a real life equivalent of a video game character to exist, and where was Gabe? He needed to find out more, and the only idea he had was to check out at his place. However once he got there and asked about him, his parents denied that a boy named Gabe had ever lived there, and that they only had an ungrateful brat of a daughter, which was already more than enough to deal with. He asked them where he could have found her, and all he got as a response was that she was probably fucking around in the forest as usual. It was clear that they did not want to talk about it, and yet there was so much more he needed to find out. How was it possible that not even Gabeâs parents remembered him? It was like he was the only one left in the whole town who knew he ever existed. He was getting increasingly frustrated with all that nonsense, but also more and more resolute, and so he headed to the forest. Whatever was happening, that girl had to have the answers he was looking for!
He roamed through the forest almost until dusk, and just when he was about to give up he finally saw her, sitting on a chair in the middle of a clearing, smoking and drinking and looking into the distance. He imagine he would have rushed to her as soon as he would have seen her, but now that she was right there in front of him he felt somehow intimidated by her. And yet he needed to go all the way, so he took a deep breath and headed towards her.
<<H⌠hi!>>
The girl jolted as she turned towards him, and stared at him with eyes wide open without uttering a word. She looked shocked, almost frightened, and she kept just sitting there in complete silence. It took her a couple of seconds before she snapped out of that state of apparent confusion and her shocked expression turned into one of annoyance. She started acting distant and very defensive, and wasnât answering any of Joshuaâs question, and every time he would mention Gabe she would get mad and yell at him to go away, but he wasnât willing to give up just yet. And as soon as he took out the Polaroid her annoyed expression turned into one of terror, and she jolted from her chair and started to harass and intimidate him, pushing him around and yelling at him to go away. She looked so scared, and enraged, and yet at the same time it looked like she was about to break down crying, like she was conflicted about what to do. He left him with just a sentence. <<Meet me at the diner tomorrow same time.>> That was all he got out of her before she run away and he was left alone in the middle of the weirdly silent forest. He felt like he had achieved nothing, but also realized that there was no point in trying to follow her, and that he would only have ended up making things worse. At least she had promised him to meet her, and while not much it was still something.
He sighed and headed home, and spent the evening shut in his room, just listening to music to distract himself as much as possible, thinking, and playing around with the Polaroid. He kept thinking about his friend Gabe, and was getting increasingly worried about him. He sure was a strange guy, and definitely not the most popular kid around. Nobody would want to spend time with him. Nobody but him. He liked him, and enjoyed spending time with him, and didnât mind at all his weird quirks. They grew to have each otherâs backs, and one could have even said that they were best friends. And now he was gone, disappeared without anyone even remembering his existence. Nobody but him. That Polaroid was all he had left of his friend. He didnât really know why, but he suddenly felt the urge of taking a selfie. He wasnât really the type of guy to indulge in something that shallow, but he just could not help it. As he took the pic he was blinded and startled by the flash, and his head was spinning.
He felt weirdly dizzy, and confused, and was barely able to pick up the pic from the floor. As his sight cleared and looked at the results, he was shocked to find the image of a cute girl with long red hair. He then caught a glimpse of his hand, and realized that it was dainty, and slender, and his arm looked different as well, much thinner, and his skin looked brighter and softer. He felt something brush against the back of his neck, and realized that his hair were longer, and that their color had changed to a copper tone. He looked down at himself, scared and overturned, and saw that his shirt had changed into a tank top and his pants into skinny jeans, and realized that he could not feel anything between his legs. He started to shake, and was barely able to bring his hands to his chest, where he felt two modest mounds of flesh under his tank top, and as he gave them a firm squeeze he gasped, and immediately snapped out of his state of confusion only to be plunged into one of utter panic. And as he frantically brought his hand down to his crotch, and all he found was an unsettling and alien void, he could not hold back a high pitched shriek of terror that came out in a female voice.
He rushed to a mirror, and immediately fell silent as he saw his new reflection. He could barely think straight, and yet he realized that that pretty girl staring back at him from the mirror looked strangely familiar, even though he was way too freaked out by the realization that that girl was indeed him to actually remember where he had seen her before. A knock at the door made him jolt. <<Max? Max! Are you ok?>> Max..? As he heard that name suddenly he remembered where he had seen that girl before. It was another character from Gabeâs favorite video game. The protagonist, Max, the shy and quite girl who becomes friends with Chloe. He had transformed into her, and somehow that had something to do with⌠the Polaroid. All of the pieces started to fall into place. Somehow that Polaroid must have transformed his friend into Chloe and changed reality around him so no one remembered him, and now that he had taken a selfie with it he had changed as well, becoming Max. It was crazy, and yet it was all real. He was a girl! <<Max! Answer me! Are you ok?>> <<Y⌠Yes⌠mom. Iâm ok. It was⌠nothing.>> It was so weird to hear a female voice come out of his mouth. It took him a while before he could finally stop staring blankly at his new reflection, and even more before he could master the courage to start exploring his new body, only to be way too weirded out by it and immediately stop. That night he could not catch any sleep. His mind was flooded with too many thoughts, and he could not stop thinking about when the next day he would have met⌠Chloe. Maybe then he would have got some answers, and finally found out what had actually happened to his friend.
As he stepped into the Diner, he immediately spotted Chloe. With her blue hair and the punk clothes it was really easy to notice her right away. She was smoking, looking out of the window, immersed in god knows what thoughts. Max wondered whether she had a hard night as she did, looking forward to that moment and wondering what would have happened. It was weird, but she felt almost scared to actually go talk to her. For the whole day she had been feeling different, and it wasnât just because of her different body. She felt weirdly shy, and insecure, almost like a different personality was taking control of her. Was that another consequence of the transformation? Was she transforming into an exact copy of Max also in personality? She could not allow that to happen! She needed all of her determination to face Chloe. She took a deep breath and headed to the table, and as Chloe raised her head and saw her, she gasped and stared at her with her eyes wide open.
<<Amazeballs!>> that was all she said. Max was instantly irritated by that reaction. Was that seriously all she had to say? A catchphrase? She sat down in front of her, and listened silently to her ranting. She was so thrilled to find out that her best friend had undergone a transformation just like her, and so excited about starting a new life together as the characters from the game, and the more she went on talking, the more Max was becoming fed up with that. That wasnât his friend talking. It was just a grotesque mask, an imitation of the Chloe from the game. It all felt just so wrong!
<<This is going to be hella cool!>>
<<STOP THIS GABE! JUST STOP THIS!>>
It was really hard for Max to snap out at her friend like that, but she needed to put an end to all of that. Chloe was staring at her surprised and shocked, but soon the shock turned into rage.
<<Donât call me like that! I am Chloe now!>>
<<No! Youâre not like this! I donât know whatâs got into you, but this just isnât my friend.>>
<<Youâre right Max! This is way better! I am now confident, and strong, and free, and I donât have to answer to anybody! It feels amazing! I have never felt so happy with myself! Nobody liked me when I was myself!>>
<<I DID!>>
Once again Max had to force the words out of her mouth, but she managed to get Chloeâs complete attention once again.
<<You are better than this Gabe. I donât know how it is possible that we have transformed, but you donât have to act like this. Chloe is a sociopath who faults anybody but herself for her failings and lacks any empathy for others. You are not like this. You are nice, and compassionate, and fun, and⌠I really like you. Maybe others have failed to see the good that is in you, but I didnât. And I donât want to lose my friend in exchange for a sad imitation of a video game character. I want my friend back.>>
Maxâs heart was pounding faster and faster, and she felt her limbs go completely numb. It was like she had won in a fight against herself, a fight that had drained her of all energies, and she almost felt like she was about to start crying. But she was not the only one. In front of her Chloe was shaking, and unable to hold back she just melted down in a desperate cry, hiding her head in her arms and starting sobbing uncontrollably. Max was so moved by that sight, and once again she had to resort to all the strength she could master to stand up and go sitting next to her. She embraced her friend, trying to comfort her. It was so strange for a type like Max to play the part of the âstrongâ one, while Chloe was letting everything out, but it felt so good to feel her return the hug and hold her tight. She did not even know why, but she felt compelled to make her raise her head, and as she looked at her in the eyes she gave her a tender kiss. Her lips were so soft, and she smelled so nice, and it felt so good! So right! After endless seconds their lips parted, and they looked at each other in the eyes, tired and overturned, but hopeful for the future. They did not know what it was holding for them, but they knew that they would have faced it together. Joshua and Gabe, Max and Chloe⌠it didnât matter. As long as they had each other.
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I'm getting close to 1,000 followers! :) And to celebrate I wanted to make something special.
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I'M NOT MAD
Requested by miss Danielle :)
Iâm not mad, really. I should be mad, but I swear I am not. What good would it be for me to be mad about all of this?
I donât really mind that my wife has become a career woman and now makes more than I have ever made. I know most guys would feel emasculated by this, but after you spend so much time as a woman you really stop caring about those kind of things.
I donât even mind the fact that she turned me into a woman so I could go through the pregnancy in her place while she would have kept focusing on her career. She was about to get a promotion after all, and having a kid could have drastically hindered her and her ambitions. I was more than willing to do my part, and if I had to become a woman and give birth to our child so we could start a family, I was fine with it, even though I was scared and very, very freaked out by my transformation. Not to mention how hard it was to get through the whole pregnancy and the labor.
And as hard as it is to accept it, Iâm not even mad about the fact that by this point I will likely stay a woman maybe for the rest of my life. She says that it is only as long as I will breastfeed the kid, but the more time goes by the more it is apparent to me that she really has no intention or interest in ever turning me back into a man. And you know what, I think I can live with this, and deal with it. I am willing to do everything for our family.
I just wish she would stop dating that damn co-worker of hers. It was bad enough to find out that she has been in an affair with him for years now, but to find it out by giving birth to this adorable interracial bundle of love was just way too much. I was really on the verge of quitting all of this, leaving my wife and starting anew somewhere else, even as a woman if that was necessary. But even though this is not really my child, every time I look at this little creature I feel myself filled with just so much maternal love that I realize I could never give this life up. Hell, I gave birth to him! Itâs my child just as much as heâs theirs, if not more!
So yeah, overall Iâm not mad about what my life has come to. I canât even get angry at my wife for keeping dating that guy, since now that I am stuck as a chick there is really no way I can hope to satisfy her âneedsâ. Plus every now and then she shares her boyfriend with me, and even though it feels awkward and even quite humiliating to have sex with my wifeâs lover, I canât deny that the sex is pretty amazing, and this female body of mine has needs as well. I just have to do my best to not think about the man I used to be, and if necessary leave my previous life behind my back forever and embrace my new one. Iâm sure things will work out some way.
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GETTING READY
Well well well⌠what to choose? There are so many possibilities, so many outfits to pick from.
Letâs see, I could opt for my yellow sun dress with the peep-toe heels. Or perhaps the blue strapless one and the t-straps. Maybe I should just let go of the dresses and go for a skirt instead. Skirts are a lot of fun too. I could wear a mini, or maybe a circle one. And I could coordinate it with a blouse, or a button-up shirt. I can have so much fun just playing with the buttons, deciding to leave just enough of them unbuttoned so that my cleavage is well exposed, and maybe my bra is in sight. It is so satisfying after all to finally fill properly all the bras I have bought. Iâm so proud of my new rack, I want everyone to stare at it and remain transfixed by my beauty.
So many shoes, so many clothes. I spent so much money, so much time hoarding them in my closet, just to play dress-up every once in a while and never go out in them to let everyone see how good I looked. Just thinking about it makes me so sad. But those days are over. I can stop hiding now, and just bask in my femininity and be happy for how beautiful I am. I can really be myself now that I finally got myself one of those bodysuits. Itâs amazing how real it feels, how soft my skin now is, how these breasts feel like they are and have always been a part of me. I love my new body, my long hair, my cute face, my plump forms. I canât wait to attire it in all of my beautiful outfits and come out to the world as a girl. Not cross-dressing, but dressing. God it feels so good to be a woman!
Itâs a bummer that my favorite red dress just wonât fit me properly now that I have this plump ass. I bought it so that it would have reached just past my tights as a guy, but with my new forms it runs just too far up my hips. As much as I want to show my new body off, this may be just a little too much. I want to entice, to seduce, and to show just enough of my new form so that all eyes will be on me while not looking like some cheap whore. Oh well, I have a lot more clothes to choose from. So many possibilities. I just canât wait!
I want to get to a bar and just wait for someone to start hitting on me. I want to play the flirt with all the cute guys that will try to pick me up. And I want to properly try my new body out. They say that the suit makes you completely anatomically correct, and I canât deny that what I now have between my legs really does look and feel like an actual pussy. But I want to find out how faithful it really is. They say that having sex in a bodysuit can end up making it impossible to remove, but Iâll be careful, Iâll use protection. And even if I end up getting stuck like this forever, would that really be that bad of a thing?
ALL THE PRETTY THINGS THAT WE COULD BE
(A very special Anonymous request. Contains spoiler for Life is Strange)
Gabe was sitting in front of the TV with the joystick idle in his hands, looking transfixed at the screen of his computer as the ending of the game was unfolding in front of his eyes, the music playing as Maxine and Chloe drove off into the sunset towards perhaps a better future. It was the fourth time he replayed Life is Strange, and the third time he got to that ending. No matter how many times he would come back to that game, trying to influence the story by making different choices and finding out where those would have taken him, every time he would get to the ending it was impossible for him to bring himself to decide to take the route that would have resulted in Chloeâs death. He was simply too attached to that character to decide not to save her. That fictional girl that existed only in a game slowly started to feel like an actual friend for him, someone he looked up to. Someone he wished he could be.
It wasnât so strange for him to be so attached to a fictional character. He was fond of everything pop culture, and the protagonists of his favorite stories had with time become his best friends. It didnât help that in real life he could not make any real friend, beside one or two close confidants. He would spend his days watching movies and playing videogames, in an attempt to escape a reality in which he felt miserable and alone. Life in high school often felt like hell for him, being your typical shy and weak kid, getting bullied by his peers and being called wang-less and other mean names. He always felt like life was passing him by, and that all he could do was just look at it passively. Always looking. That was why he liked Life is Strange so much. He related so much to the protagonist Maxine. She was just like him, wishing to do the right thing but also wanting to be popular, to be liked, and to have agency over her life. But the character he was simply obsessed with was the other main girl of the story, Chloe. She was a rebellious, daredevil, charming, and witty punk girl, who did not answer to anybody but herself, and who would not let anyone bring her down. She was everything the protagonist wished she could be, and by extension everything Gabe wanted to be. She was the person he admired the most in the whole world, and she wasnât even real.
As the credits rolled by he let out a melancholic sigh, turned off the computer, and went to the window. He looked outside thoughtful. Ever since he had completed that game for the first time he was so inspired by the way Chloe lived that he tried to follow in her footsteps, finally finding some balls to stand up to his bullies, and even going as far as imitating the way she spoke and acted, and starting to use her signature saying âhellaâ all the time. But all of that felt so shallow and pointless. He knew that he was merely putting on a mask, and that he could never be like her. He was no Chloe. At best he was a Maxine, only without the time-manipulation powers. And no matter how much he would try, he was stuck as his miserable, looser self. That was hella depressing.
Suddenly something caught his attention. A blue butterfly landed on the window right in front of his eyes. It looked just like the one that popped up in the game multiple times, Chloeâs spirit animal, and coincidentally his spirit animal as well. That was just too cool of a coincidence to let it pass by, and so he rushed to his desk and took out the Polaroid he had bought to start taking pics of things around him just like Maxine did. He got back to the window, relieved the butterfly was still there, and took a picture of it. The result was hella cool, and he immediately went to hang it to his wall well he kept all of the other pics he took. He kept looking at it for endless minutes, thinking to himself. It was hella amazing that a caterpillar could undergo a metamorphosis and turn into such a beautiful thing. He wished something like that could happen to him somehow, and that one day he too would have transformed into something that beautiful, and graceful, and most importantly of all free.
Suddenly he felt a breeze blow against the back of his neck, and his whole body started to tingle weirdly. That strange wind started to blow harder, and he suddenly felt all energies leave his body and his limbs starting to go numb. His hand started to hurt, and as he looked at them he saw them transform right in front of his eyes, as they became small and dainty, and the hair on his arms started to disappear. He felt something brush against the back of his neck, and saw a flock of hair fall in front of his face. They were rapidly growing long, and even changed color into a shade of blue. <<What theâŚ>> he tried to say, only to suddenly feel something choke him, and as he coughed and cleared his throat he realized that his voice had changed, and that his adamâs apple had disappeared. He yelped in shock as a pair of breasts suddenly exploded over his chest, protruding visibly from under his shirt, and before he could bring his shaking hands to those mounds of flesh, a sharp pain in his belly made him bend over and fall on his knees. It was like his guts were twisting and turning, and it burned so much. He was too much in pain to even pay attention to the other changes his body was going through, as all his bones started to crack and reshape, his facial features changed into a delicate and feminine visage, his hips widened, and his figure became frail and thin. Finally the tingling sensation went to his groin, as he felt his dick starting to shrink and his balls disappear inside of his body, and a slit formed between his legs.
When the changes stopped he was covered in sweat, and his breathe was so heavy that he felt like he was about to faint. Slowly he regained some calm, and managed to stand up, wobbling a bit over his weak and thin legs, dizzy due to his different center of balance and mystified by his transformation. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror, and as he turned around he felt his heart in his throat and remained completely paralyzed as he saw a girl staring back at him in disbelief. It was so unsettling to see her mimic his every move, but the most amazing thing of all was that that girl looked awfully familiar. That cute face, those deep eyes, her blue hair⌠she looked just like a real life version of Chloe! And as he started to feel his face bewildered, and groped the new curves that had appeared on his chest, and sensed that alien emptiness in his crotch, he realized that all of that was real. Somehow he had become his favorite character from his favorite videogame.
For the following hour all he could do was to keep checking out his transformed body amazed, almost too scared to explore it fully. After a while he tried to figure out what had happened, and whether or not the world around him had changed as well. He soon discovered that even though he had in fact transformed into Chloe from Life is Strange, his name in the documents, the clothes in his wardrobe, and even his entire room changed to fit his new identity, the rest of the world seemed to still be the same. He had no way to tell how that had happened, but it must had something to do with the picture he took of that butterfly. It seemed like it had transported him to some kind of alternate reality, just like Maxine could travel to different points in time and alter reality using the pictures she took. His wish had come true! He underwent a complete metamorphosis, and he was now everything he always wished he could be! It was incredible! He shivered in anticipation, looking forward to the next morning when he would have gone to school determined to take his new life in his hands and live like the free spirit he always aspired to be. <<Wowser!>>
Once in front of the school building Chloe could not help but smile. She dropped the cigarette she was smoking, feeling the smoke burn in her lungs. It felt so satisfying, and she wondered how she managed to live all those years without even coming close to a cigarette. However it would not have been nearly as satisfying as the day she was about to have. She stepped through the door and headed straight to the bathroom. She was not going to attend any class that day, beside maybe to drop in at the end of the school day to flip the bird to the teacher. She had bigger fishes to catch at that moment, and was glad to find out her bully was there just like she had foreseen. She did not care for whoever was his victim that day. That was not his problem. All she cared for was to finally give that asshole what he deserved, and to make he weep and cry like the punk-ass bitch he was.
She went on to take a few satisfactions out of all the people that used to torment her in her previous life during the course of the morning, and a few hours later she left the school never to come back again. She would have been a high school dropout just like the ârealâ Chloe was, and from that day on she would have lived however she wanted, free from all ties to her old life. It was going to be hella sick! She took out her pack of cigarettes, deciding to leave the joint she had flawlessly rolled that morning for later, and lit it taking a big and nice puff. She then decided that from that moment on she would not have needed her Polaroid anymore. Not only by getting rid of it she would not have risked to somehow undo her transformation, but that thing also represented a relic from a life she wanted to leave behind her back forever. It was something more fitting for a girl like Maxine, definitely not something for the confident and independent Chloe. One last selfie would have been a nice send off to her old life, and would have marked the beginning of her new one.
I just wanted to say, I just stumbled onto your blog, and it's amazing! Please keep up the amazing work!
Thank you for the kind words ^-^ I'll make sure to keep you all happy and entertained :P
Wowđ absolutely loved Bachelorette Party!! Love the whole brother-sister thing, and especially with all her friends around.. just wish the friends figure out who it was đ if you could find the inspiration, think you could do more like this?đ
I'll see what I can do ;) If you have any story idea feel free to PM me of course ^-^
My blog has just passed the 500k views! Yay!
To celebrate, as it is tradition by now, I have created a new interactive caption you can check out by simply clicking on the pic. A very special one :)
This one has multiple branching paths and 13 possible finales. I hope you are going to like it ^-^ And if you do be sure to reblog it and leave me your feedbacks :*
I'll see you again for the 1Million views, as well as (hopefully) every other day with more fun stories from my imagination <3
ALTERNATE REALITIES - NEW WEAPONS
Anthony exited the bathroom caressing his knuckles. That last blow really hurt his hand, even though not nearly as much as it hurt that nerd. He usually preferred to avoid using violence that way. Punches leave marks, and marks get you in trouble, and he could not afford another suspension if he wanted to pass that school year. But that looser really pushed his luck when he stood up to his bullying, so he had to teach him a lesson. And Anthony was positive he would not have made any trouble from that day on. He had just reaffirmed his authority, and his peers would have kept fearing him.
Some people bully because they are insecure, others because they are misunderstood, and others because they have troubles at home. Anthony did not really belong to any of these categories. He did it because he enjoyed it. He liked to feel powerful, and to be feared, and to use his strength to get people weaker than him to do whatever he wanted. He was almost villainous in his behavior, a caricature of your typical school bully, and he was more or less despised by everybody in the school, but he did not care for that. He did not wished to be liked. He wasnât looking for friends in school anyway.
He sat down waiting for the bell to ring, when his head started to feel dizzy. It was like the environment around him was twisting and turning, and his limbs went numb, and his body felt weird. He sensed something brush against his shoulders and the back of his neck, and he felt strangely weak and frail, and somehow weirdly exposed. His head soon stopped to spin, but those weird sensation didnât go away. On the contrary, now that he could focus again those alien feelings felt much more vivid. He looked down at himself and saw long toned bare legs, dainty hands with polished nails, and long way hair cascading down his shoulder and over two mounds protruding on his chest. <<What the...?>> he attempted to say, only to immediately fall silent again as he heard a feminine voice come out of his mouth.
Confused and overturned he started to shake and freak out, almost on the verge of screaming in terror, when a voice suddenly made him snap out of that state of panic. <<Are you all right Anya?>>. He turned around confused to see a cute blondie looking down at him concerned. Was she talking to him? <<Come on, we have class.>> the girl continued, and then grabbed him by the arm and made him rise up. Anthony almost felt like he was about to fall over due to his different center of balance, and before he could even realize it had been lead into the class and to a desk. He realized that that was his desk, and that he was sitting in his usual class at the usual place like nothing was off, and yet while the environment looked more or less the same as usual beside some minor differences, everybody around him was different. It took him a while before he realized what was wrong. The boys and girls around him were not just strangers. They looked like some weird gender-flipped version of his peers. Could that be it? Did he somehow stepped into some kind of alternate dimension where everybody was the opposite gender? Had he just become⌠a girl? It was far too weird to believe, and yet he could not deny that those breasts hanging from his chest, and that tight pink dress he was wearing, and the smooth legs he had crossed automatically in a very feminine way thanks to the emptiness down in his crotch, all felt disturbingly real.
Too scared and confused to even question what was happening around him, he went through the rest of the school day basically on autopilot, almost in a state of trance, while the blonde girl kept dragging him along never shutting her mouth. She just kept chatting, and gossiping, and it seemed like every time she talked she had something mean to say about their peers. He could not pay attention to any of what she was saying, too distracted by the hair constantly falling in front of his face, and doing his best to not swing his hips left and right with every step he took. He kept trying to figure out how he ended up like that, and how to possibly reverse it, but he never was quite the brilliant type, and so all he could do was keep going along with it, too scared and dazed to escape that situation.
It took him a while to accept that somehow that had become his new reality. For weeks he tried to figure out what had caused that transformation, and even thought it all could have been some elaborate revenge scheme by one of the nerd kids he had bullied in the past. The worst part was discovering that despite not having any real memory of his life as a girl, somehow it was like years of feminine gestures and behavior were imprinted in his muscular memory, and he found out that he was acting like a girl against his will. It was so weird, so different from what it was used to. He had spent basically all his life trying to be the manliest of men, and now he could not help but act like a total sissy. He hated it, but soon he started to get strangely into it, and discovered that there was actually quite some fun to have even as a girl.
Even though now that he was a girl there was no way he could have gone back to bully the school losers with his superior physical strength like he used to, he found out that beside his gender very little had actually changed from his reality. He in fact soon learned that he still was the school bully, and that all of his peers still feared him. He simply now had different weapons to use against those losers. He had discovered the power of words, and how a slander or a mean word used at the right time could actually hurt people just as much as fists, if not more. He discovered the power of beauty, and how a cute face could manipulate people to do whatever he wanted much more effectively than intimidation. But most importantly of all he discovered the amazing feeling of being popular. As a guy he was feared, but not liked by anyone, while now no matter how mean and hated he would get, he would keep being one of the most popular girl in school. All the girls wanted to be her, and all the guys wanted her. It was a weird thought, but a pretty appealing one as well, and to his surprise he did not mind at all the feeling of being desired. He was actually quite eager to find out what his new body was actually capable of doing besides getting guys to do whatever he wished.
TRAINING
âWhy donât you get out of your room sometimes?â âWhy donât you hang out with your friends more?â. God! The more things change, the more they stay the same. Even before my transformation they would never give me a break. Hell, Iâd say that they are now even more annoying than before.
âItâs such a shame for a pretty girl like you to just stay shut in her room the whole day playing videogamesâ. Well, pretty or not this is what I love to do, and this is who I am! Just because I caught second puberty and turned into a girl, that doesnât mean Iâm going to give up my interests and just become some kind of pretty princess or whatever!
They were right about one thing though, girl clothes are much better than male ones. These stockings feel so good on my smooth legs, and skirts and dresses are so comfortable. I feel so pretty while wearing them. And I canât deny that I make a pretty attractive girl overall. But thatâs it! Thereâs nothing else I like about my new condition. Especially my new petite body.
Goddamit! Why are my hands so small?! I canât even reach the buttons properly on my arcade stick to do the combos. I had to go back to this piece of shit game to have some practice, but it still feels so unnatural. I have to basically rearrange all my play-style if I want to have any chance against the pros. Itâs going to take me so much time to get used to this. Are my days as a competitive player over? No! I refuse to accept this! I will get good again. I wonât let the fact that Iâm now a girl get in the way of my passion. Theyâll see. Iâll become the best female Street Fighter competitive player that has ever existed. After all, the good thing about fighting games is that everyone can become a pro regardless of age, weight, or even gender.
Maybe I can use this situation to my advantage. I can practice with make-up and stuff like that to become so gorgeous that my opponents will get distracted. Hell, maybe just a revealing outfit to highlight my new cleavage will do the job. Maybe I can even use my new looks to make some money. Youtube is full of scantily clad female gamers that get a lot of money from patreons. Maybe I can become a twitch streamer. Is there an audience for girl gamers playing fighting games? I should seriously consider the possibility. But first I have to get good again! I donât want to reaffirm the stereotype that girls are bad at videogames.
ROBBED
<<Well, here we are Natalie. Come on now! Get off the car!>> <<Wait! You canât actually leave me here like this!>> <<I can and I will. Listen, youâve done nothing but complaining for the whole trip. Iâve already told you, youâre stuck like this. Consider it as some sort of karma punishment. You were the one who took advantage of a poor girl forced to sell her body on the streets to make end means in the first place. That wasnât nice of you at all. Perhaps experiencing life from the other side will do you good.>> <<W⌠Wait! Please! I⌠I will do anything. Iâll give you anything you want. Just give me back my body!>> <<Oh silly girl. I already have everything thatâs yours. I have your body, your car, your money, your house⌠your life. It will take me a while to get used to being a man, but I think that being loaded with cash as you are will help me swallow the pill. You on the other hand will have something else to swallow, and in great quantities too.>> <<This canât be! This must be a nightmare!>> <<Itâs real sweety. It is painfully real. You are a prostitute now. And you are stuck like that. Well, unless you will be able to find some other way to live. Youâre smart, Iâm sure you will think of something. Selling your body will be only a temporary thing, Iâm sure. Just beware of your pimp. He can get really quick to violence when heâs nervous. You will have to make him enough money Iâm afraid.>> <<P⌠Please! Donât leave me here!>> <<Enough with the whining already! Hurry up and slip into that skirt. You donât want to just go around like that. Youâre a whore now, sure, but at least try to be a little bit presentable. Donât forget, your name is Ania, but for the clients youâre Natalie. Have fun with your new body and⌠good luck. Goodbye forever!>>
FRIENDZONED
Jarred was hopelessly in love with his childhood friend Annie. Ever since he could remember he had a huge crush on that cheerful, beautiful girl, whose smile melted his heart and whose image would haunt his most desperate dreams. The problem was that she was not aware of that at all, and that she only saw him as nothing more than a close and dear friend. Jarred knew that, and it broke his heart, but he carried on, and kept being her best friend and confident, everything just so he could be close to her as much as possible. Deep down he knew that one day he would have mastered the courage to confess her his love.
One day, while chatting with Annie, she said something that felt like a nail in his heart. It was obvious that something was bugging her, but she did not want to talk about it despite the fact they never hid anything from each other. Jarred had long started to notice that they had started to grow further and further apart as years went by, like they belonged to two distant worlds, and Annieâs words really hammered that point in the most painful way. <<Jarred, you are my best friend, but sometimes I wish you were a girl so we could share more stuff together.>>
It felt like Jarredâs world had crumbled upon him. He had been in love with Annie for so many years, while basically she didnât even think of him as a man. Hell, she even wished he was a girl! What could possibly have been worse? Saying he was bummed about it would be an understatement, but somehow those painful words made him realize that he could no longer hide his feeling. Even if his dream of being with her could never come true, he at least had to be frank with her. But not then, not there. He needed to first master all his courage, and thing thoroughly about the words he should have used. So he asked her to meet after school to talk and then headed straight for his locker.
He collected his books with his head lowered, pondering about what he would have said to his crush, and thinking about how things would have been from that day on, but as he closed his locker something got his attention. He looked at his hand, and noticed that something was definitely different about it. It was slender, and dainty, and even had nail polish. It looked⌠feminine. His arm seemed different as well, much thinner, and even less hairy. What was going on? The bell rang, making him snap out of his confusion, and so still unsettled he headed to class. During class he kept desperately trying to get the nail polish off his nails, constantly looking around to see if anybody had noticed it, and then he realized that he had instinctively crossed his legs in a very feminine fashion. What the hell was wrong with him? Suddenly he was called by the teacher to try a problem at the board. Startled he got up from his desk, but as soon as he took a first step forward he wobbled and almost tripped over, and as he regained his balance and looked down, he remained completely paralyzed for the shock as he saw that his clothes had changed. He was now wearing heels, thighs, and even a dress. It was like something right out of a nightmare, where he would be humiliated in front of the entire class. But to his surprise, nobody around him seemed to see anything wrong with his attire, and were all ignoring him or staring at him wondering why he wasnât going to the board. He was called once again by the teacher, and even though he was as startled and confused as ever, he just went along with it, and acted like everything was normal. And surprisingly enough, those weird and alien clothes turned out to feel quite comfortable, almost natural. He was even walking flawlessly in those shoes, swaying his hips left and right with every step⌠just like a girl. It was unsettling, but somehow pleasant.
He was embarrassed by all that, but at least he was glad that nobody was mocking him or treating him weird. On the contrary, everybody was acting not only normally, but also weirdly friendly and familiar with him, which was quite strange. While he was not your typical loser, he never was the popular guy either, and it was unusual that he would get so many attentions and that so many people would come talk to him in-between classes, especially so many girls. Before he could realize it, he was surrounded by a group of girls, chatting with him and talking about girls stuff, like cosmetics and clothes, and weirdest of all he found himself surprisingly absorbed by the conversation. Somehow he knew everything about what they were talking about, and it all seemed so interesting, despite the fact he never cared about those kind of shallow stuff. Things were getting weirder and weirder with every minute.
Jarredâs following class was math, and there was going to be a test. He had not studied much for it, but he didnât need to. He had always been gifted for math, and he was confident he would have aced that one as well. However as soon as he found the paper in front of him, he realized that he basically did not understand a word of what was written on it. He tried to focus as much as he could, but he could not remember almost anything of what he had studied. Instead all he could think about were more girly stuff. Dresses, makeup⌠boys! He suddenly realized that he was nervously playing with his hair, which had somehow grown longer and even turned a shade of blonde. And his body felt much different too, so thin, and frail, and dainty, but with soft and round curves on his hips and chest. It was clear that he was slowly but surely turning into a girl.
It was at that moment that he remembered the conversation he had with Annie that morning, and her wish that he was a girl. Could that be the cause of what was happening to him? It was his only clue, and so he decided to confront her about it, and maybe try to figure out what was happening to him and most importantly of all how to reverse it. However when he did so Annie, just like anyone else he had met that morning, did not seem to notice anything weird, or even different, about his appearance. They were interrupted by the bell. <<Sorry Joana, I have class now and I need to go.>> Joana? Why did she call him like that? And most importantly of all why did it sound so right to be called like that? He started to feel dizzy, frustrated by the whole situation, and so he headed to a bathroom to refresh himself. He instinctively stepped into the girlâs restroom, and as he looked at his reflection in the mirror he saw a cute, delicate feminine visage staring back at him. He contemplated that image for endless minutes, transfixed, until something snapped in his brain. Why was she so confused by her reflection? That was just her face after all. The same she saw every morning. Well, not exactly actually. Those hair sure needed some adjustment, and her makeup was a disaster. She took a hair brush out of her purse and fixed her hair, combing them in a pair of braids, and then did her makeup nicely, and after that headed straight to class.
What a morning that was. She totally had failed that stupid math test, and if she got a low score on her school report she would have ended up being grounded! That would have been like the worst! Soon it would have been summer, and there would have been so many cool parties. She could not afford to get grounded, not now that things were starting to go well with Michael. She needed to play her cards well if she wanted to score with that stud. He had basically nothing but him in mind recently. No wonder she could not focus during classes. She was getting nervous, and needed something to distract her. She would have asked Annie to hang out at the mall later. She was always there when she needed it, and she was glad she had a friend like her. Hours later they were chatting while drinking some latte, and having a great time, when suddenly Annie said to her <<Oh Joana. If I were a boy I would ask you out on a date.>> The thought made Joana smile wholeheartedly. <<Thanks darling.>>
Hey! Absolutely love your captions!!! Hoping youâd be able to do more along the lines of a girl and her ânew sisterâ (once brother). Taking pictures of the ânew sisterâ, making sure she looks sexy enough for the boys. Thanks! đ
It is more a matter of inspiration really. Often times I see a pic and the catpion writes itself, as was the case for the cap I think you are talking about XD But it shoul not be a problem to write something in that spirit ;)
Also keep in mind that I have a request subsection on my blog :) Lately Iâve been having a hard time taking care of them all, but if you post your requests there you can be more or less sure that eventually they will be satisfied (with a little bit of patience :P)
ALTERNATE REALITIES: PROM NIGHT
Daniel looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so awkward and uncomfortable in that tuxedo, and he felt so stiff. But more than his clothes, what really was making him look so tense and unease was the fact that he kept thinking with apprehension at the night that was awaiting him. That was it! That was the night! He felt it in the bottom of his heart. After years he finally mastered the courage to invite his long time crush to the prom, and she said yes. He would have spent that night dancing and being intimate with the prettiest girl in class, and who knew, if things went the right way, maybe that would have finally been the night when he would have lost his virginity. He didnât want to fuck it up, but the more he kept thinking about it, the tenser and more uncomfortable he was getting.
He needed to wash his face to snap out of that state of mind, so he headed to the bathroom, only to find it occupied. Why did his stupid brother have to have such bad timing? He needed to hurry up and go pick up his prom date. He didnât want to arrive late and make a bad impression to her parents. He took a deep breath to calm down, but as he did so everything in front of him became blurry and confused for an instant, and when that strange feeling of dizziness and confusion went away, he started to feel strange. He snapped out of that state of trance as he heard the door unlock, but was even more confused to see a pretty teenage girl come out of the bathroom. He was sure that it was his brother occupying the bathroom, who even was that chick? She looked at him and checked him out from head to toe, and then she said <<Amazing dress sis.>>, only to then go her way to his brother room. Sis?! What the hell was happening?!
He looked down at himself, and was surprised when he saw flocks of long hair fall in front of his eyesight. But what really overturned him was to find a pair of breasts hanging from his chest, tightly wrapped in a long salmon dress. Dress? Breasts?! He rushed inside the bathroom, almost stumbling on the high heels he realized he was wearing, and as he looked at himself in the mirror his heart skipped a beat as he saw a cute girl staring back at him in disbelief from the reflection.
Shocked and confused he rushed back to his room, only to find it completely changed, furnished and decorated just like a teenage girlâs room would have been. He grabbed a purse he found laying on the bed, and rummaged through it, and finally he found a student ID. He recognized the face in the pic as the same girl he saw in the mirror, and then looked at the name. Danielle Brown. Brown⌠that was his motherâs second name. What did that mean?
He exited the room unsure and trembling, and was actually surprised to discover how easily he could walk on those heels now that he wasnât trying to run with them on anymore, and how natural overall that female body he was now inhabiting felt. He looked around and realized that the house for the most part looked almost exactly the same as his own, the only major difference being the photos on the wall depicting a family he never seen before, and that yet looked weirdly familiar. He went down the stairs and into the living room, where he found a man and a woman waiting.
<<Danielle! What are you doing here? What about your descent down the staircase? Didnât you want us to photograph you as you came down?>>
<<Let her be Marla, she probably has just changed her mind. You know how whimsical teenage girls can be. You look stunning my princess.>>
<<Yeah. Look how our little girl has grown. I canât believe it.>>
Who were those people? Why did that woman looking at her on the verge of tears reminded him somehow of his father? And why did that man have the same eyes as his mother?
Suddenly he heard a car pull up in the front yard.
<<Ah! It must be Martin! Oh Iâm so excited!>>
Who was Martin? The woman opened the door, and a tall handsome guy dressed in a tuxedo stepped inside. Their eyes met, and the guy jolted for a second.
<<W⌠wow! You look beautiful Danielle.>>
The following minutes felt for Daniel like he was in some kind of dream. The guy approaching him and giving him a tender kiss on the cheek, the trip in the car to the school, the moment they stepped inside the gym animated by soothing music and a crowd of teenage couple dancing. It took him a while to put all the pieces together, and even when he finally realized that for some reason he was now in a reality where everyone was of the opposite gender, and that he was a teenage girl being taken out on her prom night, he was just too shocked to do anything to avoid the situation, and just let his date lead him through the night. And as time went by, it all started to feel more and more natural, like that was the only reality he had never known. Like that was how things were supposed to be.
It felt so good to be embraced by that guyâs strong arms, being conducted through the dance, the music swelling as they were fixated into each otherâs eyes. God was he handsome. She was such a lucky girl, and surely everyone around them envied them. They were undisputedly the cutest couple in the whole school, and that night was going to be magical and unforgettable. Maybe if things went the right way that would have been the night when she would have finally lost her virginity. Her heart started to beat faster as the thought of making love to that guy made her smile with joy, and she leaned her head on his chest tenderly, only to then raise it to exchange a long and passionate kiss. What a night. What a lovely night.
ALTERNATE REALITIES: CONSEQUENCES
As the captain of the football team and one of the most handsome guys in school, Kyle never had any problem with girls. They would basically throw themselves at him, and he of course never let any of them down, giving every one of them her chance. It didnât take long before he turned into an arrogant womanizer, treating girls as little more than objects to use and then abandon after he would have had sex with them. It was not like there were any consequences for him. His popularity was not hindered in the slightest by his behavior, on the contrary, his pals thought he was a real player, and he could always walk out of a girlâs bedroom with no regrets or emotional burden. Life was great for him. Until that fatal day.
He was in the locker room getting changed for the match, when suddenly the room in front of him seemed to start distorting, and he started to feel dizzy. He leaned on the wall, worried he was about to faint. What was that feeling? He could not allow himself to get sick just before such an important match! Soon that feeling of dizziness ended, and he started to feel better, but was surprised to hear the racket in the locker room turn into a sound of female chatter. As he turned around, he was dumbfounded to see a group of girls nonchalantly getting changed right in front of his eyes, taking off their clothes to put on cheerleadersâ uniforms. Did he accidentally walked into the wrong locker room while he was feeling dizzy? Before he could say or do anything a girl walked towards him. He was afraid she was going to yell at him and chase him away, instead she looked concerned at him and asked <<Is everything all right Kyla?>>. Kyla? He tried to say something, but he fell silent as soon as he heard a high pitched voice come out of his mouth. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a cheerleader uniform, with the skirt exposing his toned and smooth legs and the top enveloping his torso tight highlighting his frail figure and curves that could only be breasts. He felt a ponytail brush against his neck, and as he turned towards a mirror he saw for the first time his new feminine face, and his new slender and toned body.
He could not even scream in terror before the girls started to head outside of the locker room, basically dragging him with them like a tidal wave, and before he could take in anything of what was happening, he found himself on the side of the football field, in line with all the other girls who soon started to cheer, and chant, and perform. And he was caught in the middle of it all. Confused and overturned he was basically paralyzed at first, and then he started to fidget aimlessly and awkwardly trying to keep up with the other girls. He soon surprised himself somehow knowing what he was supposed to do, and started to perform even some pretty impressive moves almost on autopilot. That confused him even more, but he was at least glad that he was finally able of keeping up with the other cheerleaders. Whatever had happened to him, he had already got enough negative attention on himself, while all he wished in that moment was to be invisible so he could have figured out what had happened. He was so fixated on the strange alien feeling his new female body was sending him, and so absorbed in trying to give an explanation to that situation, that he almost did not realize that the match was already over, and soon he was in the locker room once again, getting changed in other female clothes while his female pals kept talking to him, asking him if anything was wrong, why he was acting so strange that day, and even something about a date with some Michael guy. He was way too overturned to pay attention to any of that, and headed straight to home as soon as he could, glad he at least found it in its place.
After a while he figured out that he had somehow stepped into an alternate dimension where everybody including him was of the opposite gender, and for the following days he tried to act the part of his female self as best as he could while trying to figure out a way to get back to his world, only he soon started to feel ill. At first he blamed the nausea and the headaches to his unease in his new body, but they soon became a constant of his days, and one day one of his new female friends put forward a hypothesis. <<Did you use protection when you were with Michael?>>. Kyle felt his heart sink when he heard those words. He was so busy trying to adapt to his new life at his best that he did not even consider that possibility. But that evening, when he saw the results of the pregnancy test he had bought, the painful reality presented itself to him, and he felt the world crumble over him.
Beside the different gender, Kylaâs life wasnât all that different from Kyleâs. She was as beautiful as he was handsome, and as the captain of the cheerleader squad she was very popular too. It was no surprise that guys would flock at her, and just like her male counterpart she enjoyed that kind of attention, and did not hesitate to use his suitors however she wanted. Only she was not as lucky as Kyle was to walk out of their rooms without consequences. And the burden she now had to carry was a physical one, as well as an emotional one.