A big step

To my friends Marti and Karen, to thank them for their support and encouragement :) I would not be here now if it wasn't for them.

Well… here goes!

When Marti and Karen asked me to send them a pic of me after I was done to let them see how I looked, I had no idea what they were talking about. But now I now.

I know why they encouraged me to open my own blog, and most importantly why they insisted so much for me to use that particular app. “Don’t you want to avoid having to deal with connection problems?” they said. “Don’t you want to have a place of your own?”. “Don’t you want to take the next step?”. They did mention how it would have completely changed my life, but I couldn’t possibly imagine how much.

For how long have they kept this secret from me? I definitely have to have a word with them. They could have at least given me some hint about what would have happened. When I saw my new reflection in the mirror I thought I could have fainted! But I can’t say I don’t appreciate it. I mean, I’m a girl! I’m really a girl! I have long hair, and nice tits, and a perky ass, and… and… there’s nothing down there! This is what I have always dreamed! I’d say that I even turned out quite hot. I couldn’t really bring myself to smile in the pic due to my surprise and confusion, but I really make quite the hottie!

Do I even need to keep writing TG captions now? After all, don’t I have everything I have always wished for now? Wouldn’t it be much more fun to go out and live  out all my fantasies instead of just keep writing about them? Well, it’s a little soon to tell. I have a lot to get used to before I can actually start to think about what I will do with my life now. But to be honest I can’t possibly imagine me quitting my writing hobby. In fact, now that all my dreams have come true I want to share my happiness with others. No, I really can’t forsake my readers and give up the joy and gratification that captioning brings me. But this is definitely going to be a major turning point, that will change my writing style drastically. Soon I will be able to describe the female orgasm with much more accuracy.

If only

If only Charles knew…

If only he knew how jealous his girlfriend could get. The insane lengths she would go to be sure he would never cheat on her.

If only he knew that her constant babbling about being a Wicca was actually much, much more than just a quirky hobby of hers.

If only he knew about the curse she inflicted on him after their last bicker and the usual jealous rant.

He would not have complained to his friend about what an insufferable bitch she could be at times.

He would not have followed his suggestion of malingering to ditch their usual Netflix evening to go to that party and have some fun away from her, just this one time.

And once there he would not have drank so much as he did, and he would not have flirted with that hot chick he noticed eyeing him up.

He would not have stayed there well after the party was over to have some intimacy with her.

He would not have joined her in the bedroom.

But now he knew.

As he was suddenly overwhelmed with the alien sensation of feeling his new body…

The discomfort of his bare knees on the hard floor…

His long hair cascading on his slender shoulders…

The hardened nipples on the tip of his voluptuous new breasts…

The warm and wet feeling between his smooth legs, burning in his now flat crotch…

As he found himself with his new luscious lips wrapped around his former cock, mere instants before it erupted its copious load inside his mouth…

The funny taste of the warm liquid all over his tongue, its pungent smell filling up his nostrils…

As he heard a relieved moan coming from above him, a moan that soon turned into a frightened scream…

As he opened his eyes and raised his head his own face staring looking down at him with a terrified look…

Now he knew what happens when you mess with a witch.

He really knew now.

But it was too late.

I love shopping

Another fun idea by Wakka :) Enjoy!

I used to hate shopping! For me it was simply the worst! If I could I would just have worn always the same type of clothes, regardless of the occasion. My girlfriend on the contrary had a completely different opinion on the matter, and she always insisted for me to accompany her on her shopping sprees and encouraged me to buy new stuff for me as well. When she got home she could barely contain herself for the excitement. A lot of new shops had just opened at the mall, and among them there was also one for men. Perfect for me to buy new clothes for work. I didn’t really want to go, but there was no use to fight, so I complied and followed her.

Once there I insisted for her to at least leave me alone to choose my clothes. She didn’t objected, since she had a lot of shops to visit herself, so I got into the shop and started to look around. To my surprise and confusion, despite being a shop for men, all the clothes around me just seemed to be for women. The shelves in the sport section of the store were filled with leggings, tank tops, training bras and yoga pants, the formal wear section consisted almost entirely of dresses, and the casual wear racks were full of skirts, blouses, and so on. Confused I asked the sales woman for some explanation, but she just asked me what I was looking for. As soon as I told her she just picked up a bunch of clothes for me and pointed me to the changing room. I figured I may have just missed the male clothes, so I just did as she said and went in there. I took the clothes and slipped into them. Strangely enough at first both the shirt and blazer seemed far too small, especially around the shoulder, but as soon as I put them on they fitted like a glove. So did the pants, which despite looking very tight, almost to the point of being uncomfortable, perfectly wrapped my legs like they were tailor made.

I looked at myself into the mirror expecting to see myself in formal wear for work, but to my surprise I noticed that what I was wearing were actually female clothes. The shirt I put on was actually a blouse, and the pants and the blazer definitely had a female style, with large sleeves and a tight cut. But even more surprising was the fact that those clothes fitted me all too perfectly. The tight pants made my legs appear long and toned, my hips wide, and my butt round and perky, while my shoulders, torso and arms had become much narrower, almost frail and delicate. Not only that, but my hands were now dainty, my skin was soft and smooth, and my face looked almost feminine, with a delicate jawline, luscious lips and no facial hair to be seen. My attention shifted towards my crotch, where to my dismay my bulge had completely disappeared, leaving behind a flat groin tightly covered by my female pants.

I screamed to that sight, only to immediately let my cry of fear stop in my throat as I realized that I actually let out a female shriek, and I immediately tried to get out of the changing room, only to find the door locked. Just then I noticed that the stall door was covered with knobs and dials. I figured out that maybe one of them would have opened it, so I started to twist and turn them at random. I didn’t notice it at first for how scared I was, but every twist of those dials was furtherly changing my body. My hair became wavy and grew all the way to my butt only to immediately shorten back to my shoulders as I kept messing with the dials, and changed color several times. The two modest breasts that had appeared on my chest grew and shrunk several sizes. In a matter of seconds I went from being a thin woman, to a chubby one, to a fit one. Finally I was able to open the door.

The sales woman was there waiting for me, with a satisfied look on her face. I immediately started to yell, and fidget, both scared and enraged, but the woman just kept her cool and after having let me pour out my confusion she calmly and kindly started to explain to me what had just happened. She told me that the shop was indeed for men, but only for them to explore and discover shopping as women. While in the store customers can get changed into whatever outfit they wish and alter their appearance however they want, but as soon as they leave the store they turn back to normal and the clothes they buy transform into the male equivalent. As I listened to her explanation I couldn’t believe to what I was hearing, but my changed body was enough of a proof that she was telling the truth. Despite my skepticism having dissolved, I still wasn’t sure about what to think of it. I was a girl now, tits and everything! What should I have done next? The woman had the perfect answer to that question. <<Just explore and have fun.>>.

And so I did. With the enthusiasm and trepidation of a children in a candy store I started to raid the shelves of all the item of clothing that would capture my attention and imagination. I must have spent hours in the changing room trying them one after the other. Skirts, dresses, pantyhose, lingerie… I had the time of my life. Every time I put on a different article of clothing my body would change to fit it properly, and then I also had the freedom to mess around with the knobs and dials to alter my appearance however I wished. So many possibilities, so many changes! But after a while I couldn’t ignore my phone buzzing anymore. My girlfriend was looking for me and was most likely worried since I was nowhere to be found. But as I realized that as soon as I would have left the shop I would have gone back to being myself I got immediately sad. For a brief time I had the possibility to change myself into my dream girl, and now that would have been taken away from me. It was unfair!

Fortunately for me the woman noticed my gloom, and had the perfect solution to my predicament. She pointed me to two dials that were separate from all the others and looked quite different too. She explained to me that one would have allowed me to choose for how much time I would have kept my new form once outside of the store, while the other would have altered my personality however I wished, giving me all the skills and knowledge necessary to act and live like a perfect girl. Thrilled like I had never been before I thanked the lady and rushed to the dials. My hands were shaking as I started to scroll through all the countless options the displays were offering me. My mind was flooded with questions. For how much do I want to stay a girl? A day? A week? Months? …Forever? How will I explain the situation to my girlfriend? How will she take the news that I have willingly decided to turn myself into a girl? But all those question were secondary compared to all the ones that went into my mind as I looked at all the options available in the personality settings. Not only I could have changed myself into a girl for however long I wished, I could have given myself a completely different personality. A completely different life! All those options… “ditzy”, “trashy”, “sorority”… “slutty”. Which one to pick? Which one..?

Smile

The first caption I have ever posted on Open TG Captions, and to this day one I am really fond of and attached to :)
I plan to progressively post on this blog all my old captions along with new ones, and I will consider maybe adjusting them a little. I hope you'll enjoy looking at my evolution :)

<<C'mon Tam get off the car already! We're going to be late!>>

<<Just one more honey. I need to update my Instagram.>>

<<God! You're insufferable when you act like this.>>

<<Can't you just be patient for a second? You know I can't help it!>>

The guy snorted and leaned on the car with an annoyed look on his face.

The girl couldn't help but feel bad about it. She was well aware that they were running late for their lunch.

Nonetheless her attention immediately shifted to the smartphone she was holding and to its camera.

She adjusted her hair and smiled, looking the best she could to take a gorgeous pic.

<<Why don’t you crack a smile and join me just for this one?>> she chirped.

<<Would you please just hurry up?! We are supposed to be there at two!>>

<<Sure. Just give me a sec. I have to put a filter on this one.>>

<<I'm leaving you here now!>> uttered the guy in frustration heading swiftly down the road.

<<Wait! Wait for me! Why do you have to act like this?>>

The girl quickly gathered her stuff, got off the car and chased after her sweetheart, constantly shifting her attention between him and her phone where she was adjusting the selfie she just took. She uploaded the pic, tucked the phone in her purse and hurried to catch up with the guy, annoyed by the whole situation. Why did they have to always argue like that? Sometimes she really hated how her fiancée had changed, but most of the time she hated herself. She hated what she had become.

When the Role Reverser hit a few weeks earlier it hit Thomas hard. The physical changes were of course the most shocking part at first. The mysterious event that threw the world into confusion and twisted many lives across the globe changed his gender, transforming the 25 year old guy into a petite, cute brunette that now went under the name of Tamara. To this day there was still no explanation for what caused the event, and by now many people realized that there might be just no way to reverse it, and that they had to deal with the changes and try to adjust to their new lives. Thomas still felt uncomfortable with his new body. Despite having been through the initial shock he knew he still had much more to get used to. Everything was so different from what it used to be.

Having to deal with now being a girl was hard enough, but what really made his new life often feel like a living hell were the mental changes he went through. Everyone who was hit by the Role Reverser, beside physical changes, had to undergo through at least one mental change that reversed one trait of their personality and forced them to act the opposite of what they would have normally done. That was how Thomas not only turned into a girl, but he also became completely addicted to selfies and to recognition on social networks. When he was still himself one thing he never indulged in was selfies. He often mocked those people who just couldn't go about their day without taking some photos of themselves or updating their statuses. He considered them vain and shallow individuals, and he believed that he was better than any of them for not having to depend on the recognition from strangers on the Internet to feel appeased. But now everything had changed. He now couldn't go maybe an hour of his day without feeling compelled to take a selfie. He constantly updated his Facebook with new photos or statuses, and he even created an Instagram and a Snapchat account despite having never even touched those apps before. He couldn’t even truly enjoy the things that interested him before anymore, like movies or reading, because he would feel compelled to first make a status about that, and after a while he would get distracted by his phone anyway. A huge chunk of his day was now spent among filters and hashtags, and if he tried to resist these new urges he would start to feel sick and he would soon give in to the compulsion.

But these were not the only ways in which his life got flipped by the Role Reverser. His girlfriend Lana was also a victim of the event, and the changes went through were not any less extreme than what he had to endure. Just like what happened to him, her gender was changed, turning his beloved girlfriend into his boyfriend, and the mental changes she experienced further contributed to switch their role in the relationship. Lana, now Lance, was always a quiet, shy and indecisive girl, who loved her man and always did as he said. These traits of her got completely reversed, and the once timid girl became strong, upfront and resolute, even abrupt and authoritarian at times, and now took all the decisions in the couple about where to go and what to do. As Tamara discovered she actually didn't really mind these changes. They now went out a lot more than they used to, and did many things together, which also meant more stuff to update her profiles with. The problem was that Lance often got impatient with her new fixations, especially with her constant need to take selfies together, and they often ended up arguing because of that.

Tamara had now caught up with her man. She took his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder, cuddling. Lance kissed her head tenderly, which warmed her heart and made her feel insanely happy. Despite the constant bickering she loved her new boyfriend. They helped each other adjusting to their new bodies, and they were now constructing together a new life for them. A different life for sure, but not necessarily an unhappy one. She smiled in anticipation, looking forward to the delicious meal they would soon have had of which to take pictures to post on Instagram, and to all the fun things they could do afterwards about which to make statuses on Facebook. But there was of course more than that to their days together. A lot more.

They looked at each other in the eyes. She could tell that he felt bad about their little quarrel, and knew that he would not behave like that if he wasn't compelled to do so.

They exchanged a long kiss, and her heart pounded and filled with joy. Suddenly she heard her phone ring and buzz in her purse, with that familiar sound she became so tied to. Someone just commented on the photo she updated. She grinned. Soon she would go back to nurture her virtual persona, and bask into all the praise and recognition coming from her followers. After all the Role Reverser turned her into quite the hottie, and she got pretty popular online. But for now all that could wait. Just for a while. Now she was in a place that made her truly happy.

Groove is in the heart

Based on an idea by Wakka :) Hope you'll like it!

Ever got a song stuck in your head? I bet you had, who hasn’t? That melody, that bassline, that irritating although irresistibly catchy earworm that gets stuck in your brain and then follows you for the whole day. You just can’t get rid of it, doesn’t matter whether you like it or not. Well, imagine how it would be to have a song stuck within your entire body.

I stumbled on that mp3 player weeks ago now, and my life hasn’t been the same ever since. My very body hasn’t been the same ever since! When I found it laying on the sidewalk I was for some reason immediately intrigued by it. Mp3s are basically a relic of the past nowadays, who even uses mp3s when there are apps like Spotify. Well, for whatever reason I was fascinated by it, and with no second thought I popped the headphones and played the first song. To my disappointed it was one of those awful bro-country songs that have plagued the radio stations for years now. Just awful. I wanted to stop it and play something else, but apparently the playlist consisted entirely of country songs. As I scrolled through it in search for something more enjoyable, I surprised myself finding the song strangely catchy, even kind of enjoyable. Could that be that I never really took the time to listen to that genre properly? That may very well have been the case, since by that point I was completely hooked to it. I was getting really pumped up in fact, I wanted to get in my car and go to the river in search for some hot babe with long legs. I felt the irresistible crave for some beer, which was very strange considering that I didn’t even like beer all that much. At first I didn’t realize it, but it wasn’t only my taste in music and beverages that had changed. My whole body had transformed. I was now significantly taller and more ripped than I had ever been. I would have not looked out of place at all in one of those music videos full of cocky country bros. I should have been startled, if not downright scared, but I actually felt hyped and ready for a party. So I got in my car and plugged in the mp3 so I could keep listening to songs that would get me in the right mood.

As I drove to god knows where, I kept shuffling through the playlist listening to one bro-country song after the other, until suddenly a Merle Haggar song started playing. Wow, that was a total killjoy! I wanted to skip it, and yet its laid-back mood was strangely captivating, and the lyrics about the hardships of the common man were surprisingly relatable. As I kept listening to it, indulging in its moody and yet uplifting feeling, my body changed once again. I was now older, and a rough beard had grown on my face. Suddenly the idea of partying wasn’t that much appealing anymore. I would have gladly just chugged a couple of beers with the guys, but first I had to get to work. I couldn’t just mess around like all those kids do nowadays, that’s how America got ruined! I felt kind of ashamed of my car. Why didn’t I just bought something more useful and reliable like a truck instead of this tin can?

For the following days I kept listening to all that classic country rock, until one day to my surprise I stumbled into a Taylor Swift song. Why did I have that in my playlist? Sure, she was quite popular on the country charts a while back, but blonde teenage girls singing about their troubles with boys weren’t exactly my thing. I was about to move past it, but suddenly I didn’t feel like doing it anymore. It was quite catchy after all, and it felt really sincere and comforting. I kept listening to it, and after a while my body changed again. My beard disappeared along with all of my body hair, leaving behind a soft and smooth skin and a cute delicate visage, while my hair grew way past my shoulders and turned a bright blonde. My whole body was slowly getting slender, frail and petite as I started to become younger and younger. After a while I had basically no muscle left in my body, but surprisingly enough I felt really energetic. As the music swelled and Taylor kept singing about her Romeo taking her away to live their forbidden love (how romantic, how I wish I could have a love like that), two modest mounds of flesh appeared on my chest, while down in my pants my dick disappeared into my body, leaving behind a slit that I suddenly felt burning with young desire. God how I love this song! Any song by Taylor Swift really! She really gets it, she knows how hard it is for us teenage girls. As soon as I got home I got rid of all that awful old music on my mp3 and filled my playlist with Taytay’s discography. That was all I needed.

As weeks went by I kept listening to her music, and I loved every second of it. I related so much to her being annoyed by her exes, and even though it was quite jarring when she switched to a sound that was definitely more pop, I actually liked it a lot. Suddenly I felt the need to party and enjoy myself more, I had enough of just staying in my room dreaming for my perfect love. I would have gone wild, fuck what haters may have said. I was young, wild, and free! As long as I had my music I would have had all I needed. Now that I think about it my playlist could use some other songs to freshen it up a bit. Taytay is the best, sure, but adding some other artists will not hurt. Who could I pick though? Mmmmm… maybe I could start listening to same Katy Perry. She had a beef with Taylor, sure, but I wonder if I’ll like her music. Maybe some Ke$ha too. I’m don’t like her latest songs, all that much, but I remember her earlier stuff being pretty great to party and have fun.

Requests

Hello kind viewer :)

As a writer I'm always looking for new ideas. If you like my writing style and have an idea or a fantasy that you would like me to turn into a caption feel free to leave it in the comments to this post, or alternatively write to me at greg-kor@libero.it.

Some rules:

1. Keep it TG related. I'm fine with writing something out of my comfort zone every now and then, but I'd like my captions to remain focused on MtF TG stories.

2. Provide information. Let me know the names you want to be used in the caption, provide some background to the story, and basically anything else you would like to see in it. If you want to leave it to my imagination that's fine, but it will be much harder for me to come up with a decent story that is satisfactory to your tastes.

3. Provide any picture you would like me to use. Otherwise I will just go with whatever sparks my imagination ;)

Other than that be as imaginative and creative as you wish. I don't know how much it will take to turn your requests into captions, since it really depends on my inspiration, but I promise you will see them as soon as possible :)

Welcome

Welcome fellow dreamer

I have created this blog so I could have a place where to post all my little fantasies and dreams. I hope you will enjoy reading them. A kiss to you all.