tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47019748675745440582024-02-19T14:17:36.188-08:00Pouting Girl TG CaptionsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-24933895829794764292014-08-07T16:26:00.001-07:002014-08-07T22:35:31.449-07:00How much longer?When Lisa asked him if he'd switch bodies with her so she could see what it was like, surfing as a guy, Jack thought she was crazy. Now he's wondering where she went and starting to get worried about getting stuck in her weak girly body over night. If he'd known she could actually make them swap bodies, he'd never have said yes. He only agreed because he thought it would help him get into her pants. I guess maybe he got what he wanted, in a way, but he sure isn't happy about it!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuEUoC1-YLPXAOAReFm1RZ-RraGEzgEE4zZsuSkVWxhc4lNGIkfbWrbFpOPC1cBImp5Pu0XYgJJM9mznN5KFTyfY7KKg7NTQAIt_1pB2BsQIGYkWveSzf1cJ0skIXEyp4VJeG3qD7LtNY/s640/blogger-image-407115096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuEUoC1-YLPXAOAReFm1RZ-RraGEzgEE4zZsuSkVWxhc4lNGIkfbWrbFpOPC1cBImp5Pu0XYgJJM9mznN5KFTyfY7KKg7NTQAIt_1pB2BsQIGYkWveSzf1cJ0skIXEyp4VJeG3qD7LtNY/s640/blogger-image-407115096.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-31657182053750153682014-08-07T16:17:00.001-07:002014-08-07T16:17:17.468-07:00The SearcherHe had to find her. He had to find the girl who stole his body and make her give it back! John would keep looking for her until he found her; he'd never give up! He sure as he'll wouldn't let himself accept being a damn girl for the rest of his life!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikd2XDzJ5ShsMtnxBVfLSgLBz5dMpPut9mbUboBM_gbZfpV-dbkhnqd49BVSUkhX4KWFGLsbzmGohe9y8O7LMW3RkPa5QM5MNEYoi23Zz4iDoG6Jf97gzd71QmLIIydCVFrre5xFRPA3wq/s640/blogger-image--284108271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikd2XDzJ5ShsMtnxBVfLSgLBz5dMpPut9mbUboBM_gbZfpV-dbkhnqd49BVSUkhX4KWFGLsbzmGohe9y8O7LMW3RkPa5QM5MNEYoi23Zz4iDoG6Jf97gzd71QmLIIydCVFrre5xFRPA3wq/s640/blogger-image--284108271.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-31079240719015540622014-08-07T16:01:00.001-07:002014-08-07T16:01:29.409-07:00Resistance (at this point) is futile.Kevin hugged the wall, trying to avoid his captor's notice, hoping vainly they would let their guard down and that he could escape before the feminization process went any farther. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1s1OrtEgenVOFsgjfp8E-kPh5FqYphnX6ntqTN9hUf1XoXn988ycSTg3iwpUDgT6JSk9GbYaG0H9yhqFDgzmlJK0VeUEwBIygOw1h2VP_VmuAv8zJdjkYeEHKe-l15ks_r6IvxBZpaDY4/s640/blogger-image-1107189792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1s1OrtEgenVOFsgjfp8E-kPh5FqYphnX6ntqTN9hUf1XoXn988ycSTg3iwpUDgT6JSk9GbYaG0H9yhqFDgzmlJK0VeUEwBIygOw1h2VP_VmuAv8zJdjkYeEHKe-l15ks_r6IvxBZpaDY4/s640/blogger-image-1107189792.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-5776175771342509652014-08-06T21:38:00.001-07:002014-08-06T23:09:20.593-07:00Morning After SurpriseWhat the fuck was in those drinks last night?!? Brad was fuzzy about what happened after he and Christy started doing shots...all he could remember was her betting him he couldn't handle her life. Now he's waking up with an awful hangover, and the weirdest feeling that something is definitely not right with his body.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFehS_Ygh0AvRkBfMzI0RgJT2DyaFhhkOe4PiZHB87VRweRXTbpBSfoigWXghybVg4jo7XwQa83hXA3OtT4deRgvMJ7BWFrwxpzHNI5YGVYGBuYZLdzg-Nl7ssYAr1HuSsjFhGPXZ21v3q/s640/blogger-image-1144954808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFehS_Ygh0AvRkBfMzI0RgJT2DyaFhhkOe4PiZHB87VRweRXTbpBSfoigWXghybVg4jo7XwQa83hXA3OtT4deRgvMJ7BWFrwxpzHNI5YGVYGBuYZLdzg-Nl7ssYAr1HuSsjFhGPXZ21v3q/s640/blogger-image-1144954808.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-53778465629415669712014-08-06T20:18:00.001-07:002014-08-06T20:18:52.551-07:00This sucks!Being a chick sucks! Wearing this skimpy bikini is so uncomfortable, I can't surf as well as I did when I was a man, and worse, all the dudes on the beach just sit and stare at me the whole time. I wish I'd never heard of Bikini Beach...it's ruined my life!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27WaebsgVAy1WSCdoFG_2tHl99qemjKwMEHzdKik367sjwchB9ASuEwz8R_CAMnsNbw1h4PnJnSLrKeZsFbRjWbXdMuHHX3bZyOu_m8LZ6n6aKGBGd9R5KdmoBo3vg5XP-35qdnMGuQmX/s640/blogger-image--1425611208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27WaebsgVAy1WSCdoFG_2tHl99qemjKwMEHzdKik367sjwchB9ASuEwz8R_CAMnsNbw1h4PnJnSLrKeZsFbRjWbXdMuHHX3bZyOu_m8LZ6n6aKGBGd9R5KdmoBo3vg5XP-35qdnMGuQmX/s640/blogger-image--1425611208.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-43156643711541999992014-08-06T20:00:00.001-07:002014-08-06T20:00:00.602-07:00Role ReversalWhen he was a man, James was the aggressor in his relationship with his wife, but now that she has used the medallion of Zulo to transform him into a girl he can't dominate her with his physical strength anymore. Confused and betrayed by his soft, girlish body he can only lay back and let her take control.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIKZL4uGhpgPP7CgNbkMtELxtcxk3QKNAuU8wznKaa8-xmgFNlkabn6LU6c4qhdeljiDnkh8RT6selVAtxELU7kmVxNbPX_sLLGkNF00Cy4lfHdLqEK6rLjvuvXCECizwL3XP7AzI2cla/s640/blogger-image--2115938861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIKZL4uGhpgPP7CgNbkMtELxtcxk3QKNAuU8wznKaa8-xmgFNlkabn6LU6c4qhdeljiDnkh8RT6selVAtxELU7kmVxNbPX_sLLGkNF00Cy4lfHdLqEK6rLjvuvXCECizwL3XP7AzI2cla/s640/blogger-image--2115938861.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-14989187575872624162014-08-06T19:49:00.001-07:002014-08-07T06:01:23.858-07:00"Small" consolationJack was very sad. After months of being forced to take female hormones by his ex-wife, "little jack" was so tiny, he was practically gone. On the other hand, his breasts were growing at a record pace!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOY-vQ2Dw0amVamLKaJCb96WoVMK0H1wiiDe1sgLeLV9jmIqTVDKeTVI6oOmjPenFtlCsI7xa5vpSU2khtgx2IfXPkPArNHkcSSj8oCJWdSRiTn6WIWyF_gDmowqDZvURjXNAAOfL9lm75/s640/blogger-image--1700734605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOY-vQ2Dw0amVamLKaJCb96WoVMK0H1wiiDe1sgLeLV9jmIqTVDKeTVI6oOmjPenFtlCsI7xa5vpSU2khtgx2IfXPkPArNHkcSSj8oCJWdSRiTn6WIWyF_gDmowqDZvURjXNAAOfL9lm75/s640/blogger-image--1700734605.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-10828144073710552962014-08-06T19:34:00.001-07:002014-08-06T19:34:47.639-07:00One good thing...Hank may not like being dressed as a girl, but at least this tiered skirt hides his boy parts. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLt0q2RbtTy8FJ7XwLeRYwYbMc8EQM5dPu5IP4_-mOq7kyq2665-NNqW1lF0HVmBfxkyyEi-4UWYTqF6D4j0YAErk_6vlijT1k7NiYLVcP30gPDcmRqW0cIsV8BLIrYQG7GKiksjUpO7r/s640/blogger-image-1364630208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLt0q2RbtTy8FJ7XwLeRYwYbMc8EQM5dPu5IP4_-mOq7kyq2665-NNqW1lF0HVmBfxkyyEi-4UWYTqF6D4j0YAErk_6vlijT1k7NiYLVcP30gPDcmRqW0cIsV8BLIrYQG7GKiksjUpO7r/s640/blogger-image-1364630208.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-21995773691683754012014-08-05T16:01:00.001-07:002014-08-05T16:02:56.632-07:00Tired of this game.Ever since they found the Morphic Adaptation Unit, James' wife, Cara, had increasingly demanded they incorporate changing him into a woman into their sex life. After "trying him out" as a ballerina, a cheerleader, and a fairy tale princess, he'd finally put his foot down refusing any more changes. But after days of begging and pleading, he finally agreed to one last change. "So what is it this time? Cowgirl? Stewardess?" She just grinned and said "I've always been secretly turned on by the school girl thing...." James sighed as he climbed on the bed, thinking to himself "I guess this isn't too bad." Little did he know the machine was going to stop working, leaving him little choice but to get a job at Hooters.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMCfzGUOPp-R-Ps8e6mjkOdBNmVekFA5_VBEeP67t3lDMz7ZepwnZuhTq3-CSqRwr3drMkSsQxYCKjyquhOPYYDidoOj2wH7zCRnI8iHOMuryfHuvvJrnMBsi1X2COqzX00BbrFRTFEJP/s640/blogger-image--590832221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijMCfzGUOPp-R-Ps8e6mjkOdBNmVekFA5_VBEeP67t3lDMz7ZepwnZuhTq3-CSqRwr3drMkSsQxYCKjyquhOPYYDidoOj2wH7zCRnI8iHOMuryfHuvvJrnMBsi1X2COqzX00BbrFRTFEJP/s640/blogger-image--590832221.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-91324810501250701272014-08-05T13:53:00.001-07:002014-08-05T13:53:20.803-07:00Humiliation isn't the end.His ex-wife laughed as Jake desperately tried to cover up his newly feminized body. He tried to pull down the mini dress farther, but it kept riding up. Cara smirked and whispered to him, "Don't look away baby. Let me see that pretty face...why won't you smile for the camera? We want to remember the occasion, don't we?" <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCpPS_w5M5iYjr78glhEQg80kaKeoqN9hF__mHiVTDZFWPpPudhCT0K5UN2WS6diDJYd0dtoFbayrobkay0UV3V7c8wt1EjuVG1tpa1Zy7EVnq7l7IndSK46F2wLt-kJFdNaspEHj9Vxs/s640/blogger-image-1348679907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCpPS_w5M5iYjr78glhEQg80kaKeoqN9hF__mHiVTDZFWPpPudhCT0K5UN2WS6diDJYd0dtoFbayrobkay0UV3V7c8wt1EjuVG1tpa1Zy7EVnq7l7IndSK46F2wLt-kJFdNaspEHj9Vxs/s640/blogger-image-1348679907.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-6415170736315888442014-08-05T13:32:00.001-07:002014-08-05T13:32:59.178-07:00She so wishes she were me!It's driving his sister crazy and he loves it: Ever since the great shift put James in the body of the most popular girl in school his sister has been green with envy. "Thanks for letting me borrow the dress, Sis. You're right, it does look better on me!"<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5RwlUHYNbL4aNXOU677aU2-2B1cTTJhCpUV5GszKg1IdUGvNe_3RbzgL5W-tTaKtSjJNEGMnCzztCpRTLpTjF9sRGeMqTw_B0-ZPlXkOoUlefkDBkyf83kgSPuXACkFSiMl0wiRGMBH7/s640/blogger-image--1900463389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5RwlUHYNbL4aNXOU677aU2-2B1cTTJhCpUV5GszKg1IdUGvNe_3RbzgL5W-tTaKtSjJNEGMnCzztCpRTLpTjF9sRGeMqTw_B0-ZPlXkOoUlefkDBkyf83kgSPuXACkFSiMl0wiRGMBH7/s640/blogger-image--1900463389.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-11041206053512397252014-08-05T13:28:00.001-07:002014-08-05T13:28:24.841-07:00Forced EmpathyMom, please can you switch me an sis back? Pleeeeaaassseee! I swear I'll never make fun of her complaining about having to wear makeup or how much it hurts to wear high heels again! Having all this hair is driving me crazy, and this bra is sooo annoying!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaT81gPx_4I0O3NyNvHNaIXy-tLJjMR6RyTZJA1-hEa-ieUDY9DLCbTxJfP2mUSAhLiSo1uHh24zLrWPcdu9XIRnUnOIEXdX5K6Q9OQCVoSpTsi-t8oeliG6Fgf5j61Abqjl_F_0g-OfO/s640/blogger-image-786400217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaT81gPx_4I0O3NyNvHNaIXy-tLJjMR6RyTZJA1-hEa-ieUDY9DLCbTxJfP2mUSAhLiSo1uHh24zLrWPcdu9XIRnUnOIEXdX5K6Q9OQCVoSpTsi-t8oeliG6Fgf5j61Abqjl_F_0g-OfO/s640/blogger-image-786400217.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-69240486586747373732014-08-03T22:43:00.001-07:002014-08-03T22:47:56.322-07:00Caught in the act.James froze as the light in his ex-girlfriend's room came on. "Ha! Do you really think I'm that stupid? The medallion isn't here. And if you aren't careful I might forget where I hid it. Permanently." James hadn't cried since he was a little boy, but he started crying now. "Please Jess, I can't stand looking this way anymore. Makeup, bras, panties, dresses...it's so wrong. And everywhere I go men stare at me, some even try to grope me. I'm not meant to be a girl! I'll do whatever you want, just please change me back!" Jess just smiled an evil smile and handed him a pink satin nightie. "Put this on and go to bed. You've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgakpkHhb1WcQMF7tisiqgw6oKaIYgBRKj2hts7Mm9MsJTLBMSYBVfxhGEH2-bfGsVMwnIr411ImGIvDevMnyMeZAP2IseZHKGgfDFrwGrxPAfPC0k88NX0IWOhlj9wBA0J6zKlgdE-Eky/s640/blogger-image--73086157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgakpkHhb1WcQMF7tisiqgw6oKaIYgBRKj2hts7Mm9MsJTLBMSYBVfxhGEH2-bfGsVMwnIr411ImGIvDevMnyMeZAP2IseZHKGgfDFrwGrxPAfPC0k88NX0IWOhlj9wBA0J6zKlgdE-Eky/s640/blogger-image--73086157.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-63479218512182343712014-08-03T17:03:00.001-07:002014-08-03T17:03:29.400-07:00Those dumb bitches!The girls could only watch in amazement as their boyfriends pouted and primped in front of them, getting ready for a night out on the town in full drag. "Take plenty of pictures," said Cara. "That way there won't be any doubts later about my ability to hypnotize these dumb bitches...."<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaUySpNU-UWtfL9NgBe3KkCtoh3nALWVVqcEc-Ld3eRk4usW0lU_ze6YJ0GwBIlW3aA2v0HDJBIv4prFpQ4JNnzb3DIXlxMj6GurKfEG4dz-ZMcZGttB-W2qr8jdBqY36B7CvGQExaDCP/s640/blogger-image-1652260273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaUySpNU-UWtfL9NgBe3KkCtoh3nALWVVqcEc-Ld3eRk4usW0lU_ze6YJ0GwBIlW3aA2v0HDJBIv4prFpQ4JNnzb3DIXlxMj6GurKfEG4dz-ZMcZGttB-W2qr8jdBqY36B7CvGQExaDCP/s640/blogger-image-1652260273.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-44223336430113949392014-08-03T15:31:00.001-07:002014-08-03T15:33:15.121-07:00Surprising CostumeJohn bet his twin sister his Halloween costume would be the most surprising at their party. Little did she know he'd be going as her. Here is the pic he texted her, along with the message: "there's something I've been meaning to tell you about myself..." Think he has a shot at winning their bet?<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Thu2BBbkzv32RrFFZ2w0-0zCdef_ysAcpsHNA3TPfSHZBM2neYL5XmV1FLLo9LxyvUxDkK6Qw4h-K992wQxhOOo2RQLMN_N9wgWwj_OWub6KCcENsw33B36fBJatDnIvyB5etT6yWG2o/s640/blogger-image--1973109390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Thu2BBbkzv32RrFFZ2w0-0zCdef_ysAcpsHNA3TPfSHZBM2neYL5XmV1FLLo9LxyvUxDkK6Qw4h-K992wQxhOOo2RQLMN_N9wgWwj_OWub6KCcENsw33B36fBJatDnIvyB5etT6yWG2o/s640/blogger-image--1973109390.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-39483473645672610542014-08-03T15:20:00.001-07:002014-08-05T19:53:28.173-07:00Side EffectsOk, so maybe I do look a little girly...but once I hit the gym and start putting muscle back on my body I'm gonna be the biggest badass in my fraternity again, especially with those special body building supplements my girlfriend has been giving me. Ever since I began taking them the weight just started dropping off. She's reassured me that the muscle gain is just around the corner! Besides, the pills have made my hair grow back in so thick and shiny. It's never been like this before!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyH2sAAMRgCMQc7o9CcW9LLs2EtqNnw98qICu0JWwhDaGcg8H-U4E8Nd8HOyHnuqqyNBBpKM3P_nqIlrcIxS5fi3faBER-aq-9Xhaz2XuagtpLvoQU7xnqnrRzLDODDfmu8IlRBIgL5wq/s640/blogger-image--1440215863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfyH2sAAMRgCMQc7o9CcW9LLs2EtqNnw98qICu0JWwhDaGcg8H-U4E8Nd8HOyHnuqqyNBBpKM3P_nqIlrcIxS5fi3faBER-aq-9Xhaz2XuagtpLvoQU7xnqnrRzLDODDfmu8IlRBIgL5wq/s640/blogger-image--1440215863.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-62546538174564844002014-08-03T14:24:00.001-07:002014-08-03T14:25:05.858-07:00How it starts...Jake had always been curious about what women's lingerie felt like. Then one day his girlfriend caught him in front of a mirror, holding up one of her bras to his chest. At first he was embarrassed, but she seemed excited by the idea of dressing him up. One thing led to another and here's Jake, now living as Jessica two years later, getting fitted for a bra to complement his "new physique." He doesn't mind, but a part of him wishes his girlfriend would let him dress a little less girly...<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vHXKA_2BfEkcV3mAyJDx4kAYWsh3UxguP3iK9czdSKlGgIvrCRUqpCgaKvGxPdI-9p7onqMVabeQ2R2a-LuB9nH45BhL9jvCu-ErjfjV_P6Vq7zf3VgQZ-sT0LI3VBK9Uz4zHC_D9PzB/s640/blogger-image--1457200765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vHXKA_2BfEkcV3mAyJDx4kAYWsh3UxguP3iK9czdSKlGgIvrCRUqpCgaKvGxPdI-9p7onqMVabeQ2R2a-LuB9nH45BhL9jvCu-ErjfjV_P6Vq7zf3VgQZ-sT0LI3VBK9Uz4zHC_D9PzB/s640/blogger-image--1457200765.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-21687700194982456572014-08-03T14:15:00.001-07:002014-08-03T14:15:36.495-07:00God I hope no one recognizes me!When his sister bet him she could make him pass as a girl, Mark thought he'd make some easy money. Now he's worried someone will see past the girl clothes and wig. "Shit," he thought, "there's Lindsey, the hottest girl in school. Please god, don't let her recognize me!" In a panic he turned away, silently cursing his sister.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOpPxaL9dNv_7hSAedb1qd9zpbOdC8BF_LgajspDDf_3AvuTOFUpAVhExlLy_8Vh-rGae924CFaMGkucIQON5kkBc2x3gYV9ZaL5RGrHQrDcI21M4P2oGFIp0cS2yGY7YEhAtGwxWFS3L/s640/blogger-image-1498852661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOpPxaL9dNv_7hSAedb1qd9zpbOdC8BF_LgajspDDf_3AvuTOFUpAVhExlLy_8Vh-rGae924CFaMGkucIQON5kkBc2x3gYV9ZaL5RGrHQrDcI21M4P2oGFIp0cS2yGY7YEhAtGwxWFS3L/s640/blogger-image-1498852661.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-1752556600760507562014-08-03T14:10:00.001-07:002014-08-03T14:10:35.252-07:00Not amused...Don't look at me like that James. It's not my fault you ran your mouth off about slutty blondes to the wrong girl. You're lucky that witch didn't turn you into a frog or something! Anyway, now that you're a girl, do you want to go out on a date or something?<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6s6M4SarVzjy34ISO6NJLDKlgWICSB1Ik6EjYpoM7g2CntBVtoCPo8SxCBOcZoOuXCM2OD9KR-Nvrcu6Tbxi-exxdTGrcwYWQ-4WyOuef459Ne-4pgITj3wjq5zJTYBVTrNZIJQXKq1x4/s640/blogger-image--984446856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6s6M4SarVzjy34ISO6NJLDKlgWICSB1Ik6EjYpoM7g2CntBVtoCPo8SxCBOcZoOuXCM2OD9KR-Nvrcu6Tbxi-exxdTGrcwYWQ-4WyOuef459Ne-4pgITj3wjq5zJTYBVTrNZIJQXKq1x4/s640/blogger-image--984446856.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-4978207596640296812014-08-03T00:16:00.001-07:002014-08-03T00:16:47.105-07:00When can we switch back?Baby, it's been surprisingly fun, spending time in your body, but enough is enough. When can we switch back? I'm afraid of getting too used to being a girl...what if, when we do switch back, I can't get used to being a man again? Please, let's not wait any longer!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie63JT-8BezAbOVlmKBLqqwf795J3BS1oZzJbNZSw835MAq6xuzsTzOjXV16VX50Vcto73xk__xG07QZsEutGHq1ImHsWH9RdA1F7BfSOimddB182EFYJisIRcvkpFd9PEL7Fq2RWMpgB2/s640/blogger-image--351745209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie63JT-8BezAbOVlmKBLqqwf795J3BS1oZzJbNZSw835MAq6xuzsTzOjXV16VX50Vcto73xk__xG07QZsEutGHq1ImHsWH9RdA1F7BfSOimddB182EFYJisIRcvkpFd9PEL7Fq2RWMpgB2/s640/blogger-image--351745209.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-66800112012526074002014-08-03T00:11:00.001-07:002014-08-03T00:11:08.940-07:00I miss it so much!Ever since the accident, it's been a long, hard road to recovery. I've had to admit to myself that I'll never again be the man I was. My life has changed drastically, and not all for the worse. But damn, I wonder if I'll ever get used to not having a dick!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sSr0iHROEVj1HDgODgehtJKj6HoXADP6GNcCx80vKoZRQfU-SZItVLIMuKz7PEfWnS4fHOn_WoB12CJ-te8NuzfYcHCBmuBcYT95obdUrYBpx4xy64TWV7f4r3AWMvtGzHGTvvjsFcpw/s640/blogger-image--1201301593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sSr0iHROEVj1HDgODgehtJKj6HoXADP6GNcCx80vKoZRQfU-SZItVLIMuKz7PEfWnS4fHOn_WoB12CJ-te8NuzfYcHCBmuBcYT95obdUrYBpx4xy64TWV7f4r3AWMvtGzHGTvvjsFcpw/s640/blogger-image--1201301593.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-25441201140318842572014-08-01T17:58:00.001-07:002014-08-01T17:58:03.716-07:00Get used to it!Even weeks after the great shift left him in his sister's body, Mark thought he'd never get used to it; every time he looked down he got a shock. This was nothing compared to the shock his sister felt being switched into the body of her 50 year old math teacher, Mr. Hall!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisf3Pqn-ZrfS8ZpwNddqpzMEFR7CbbSKktLs0yt2cj2z6IzGb4F8z-x1d88aluO8ROQZgks-2mBKCquTmVmr5gaLIXeq-5GEbYxlePXIEiGpTAM5Jl6AUwwhn83VQDZZbMIngeOtpIVmML/s640/blogger-image-230034618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisf3Pqn-ZrfS8ZpwNddqpzMEFR7CbbSKktLs0yt2cj2z6IzGb4F8z-x1d88aluO8ROQZgks-2mBKCquTmVmr5gaLIXeq-5GEbYxlePXIEiGpTAM5Jl6AUwwhn83VQDZZbMIngeOtpIVmML/s640/blogger-image-230034618.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-21792414087420307152014-08-01T12:29:00.002-07:002014-08-01T12:49:25.019-07:00Does this work for you?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekfPR9kfo8eFrnARoLUi9Rm1fZ5_D09_OT1gydoLAwIcqvl1kEq0UXVyHVTy2teATmzfKmN49uf6idpVTwBDbmkSvRQyZtMdzbVLDG_F5KjMKlxH0bPLf0cfjdpN_E-B8yvF7QRTsdZTo/s1600/work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhekfPR9kfo8eFrnARoLUi9Rm1fZ5_D09_OT1gydoLAwIcqvl1kEq0UXVyHVTy2teATmzfKmN49uf6idpVTwBDbmkSvRQyZtMdzbVLDG_F5KjMKlxH0bPLf0cfjdpN_E-B8yvF7QRTsdZTo/s400/work.jpg" /></a></div>
As you can probably tell, I'm pretty new to tg captioning (and blogging) and I'm wondering how this format works for everyone. Do you think I should include the text on the images themselves? I notice that most other sites do that. Or should I make any other changes?
This site is mostly just a way for me to archive photos I come across that I find appealing, but I do hope that others will enjoy it too. If you have any feedback or suggestions, please let me know!
<div><br></div><div>P.S. What a cute dress, don't you think? And anyway, what does Emma have to be so sad about? Poor thing... ;-)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-64561516297610844642014-08-01T12:03:00.001-07:002014-08-01T12:03:24.847-07:00Don't Look!James turned away, ashamed that being forced to dress like a girl was turning him on. He didn't want his girlfriend to see his erection and know that he was enjoying his punishment.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MaUnMGN4sLxMZ7NM5rfiULHH4baadn5w270zVc95CiU8z2zQ8Kh1cY2jtcBsExy2IfrkGMURKS0o77Ajg8EWy7jKmWcBlFHc7eAr1ZaT2A090wzr5rp1bK8s_evJXLcqYyciQVAl1jMb/s640/blogger-image-123733738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MaUnMGN4sLxMZ7NM5rfiULHH4baadn5w270zVc95CiU8z2zQ8Kh1cY2jtcBsExy2IfrkGMURKS0o77Ajg8EWy7jKmWcBlFHc7eAr1ZaT2A090wzr5rp1bK8s_evJXLcqYyciQVAl1jMb/s640/blogger-image-123733738.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01767030502224665781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4701974867574544058.post-60495607844738398032014-08-01T11:58:00.001-07:002014-08-01T13:14:57.916-07:00Never Getting them BackAdding insult to injury, James and Mark texted this pic to the girls they swapped bodies with to let them know that they were having a great time on vacation with the girls' family, and that they were having so much fun that they were considering making the swaps permanent. Meanwhile, the girls were miserable in the boys' bodies; they hated being so hairy and gross.
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