All Cops Are Bodyjacked

Image Description: A young woman wears a small NYPD t-shirt and nothing else. She has her legs spread open to expose her hairless pink pussy, and is pointing at it with both hands. She has long brown hair and a surprised or distressed expression on her face. 

Caption: “All right? Does this look all right to you?!”

“I mean, mine’s not quite so petite and hairless, but...”

“Very funny, Karen. Maybe we can arrange for these bodyjackers to switch you with some little boy, see how you like it!”

“You’re not little, Frank. You’ve got to be at least nineteen, maybe twenty. You’re going from sergeant to sorority girl!”

“S-stop it! It’s nuh—it’s n-not...”

“Aw, jeez, Frank, don’t cry. Come on. I’m sorry, partner.” 

“I’m nuh-nuh-never gonna g-get my b-body back!”

“Don’t say that. The whole force is on this. Here, blow your nose.”

“S-seventy percent of b-bodyjacking victims never see their b-bodies again!”

“Yeah, but they’re not decorated police sergeants. Your prints are on file, your face is on the news. We’ll find your body, don’t worry.”

“W-what if we don’t? L-look at me, Karen! I’m younger than my d-daughters!”

“Then you already know what to expect, don’t you? And you’ve got two great young women to help you through it. Plus your partner. Being a woman isn’t so bad, Frank. And most people would give up a limb to be thirty years younger. Maybe not that limb, but still.”

“I guess you’re r-right. Even if y-you’re being kind of a b-bitch about it.”

“Frank!” 

“What? It’s not s-sexist for me to say that now.”

 “Yeah, you’re gonna be fine, Frankie. Francine? Oh, we’ll figure it out.”

Marco Shrugged

 

Image Description: A young woman with long dark brown hair crouches next to a window with her hands near her face. She has a hesitant, innocent expression on her face. She is wearing a frilly turquoise dress with the bustier pulled down to expose her large breasts. She has a black choker around her neck, thigh-high white stockings, and clear high-heeled shoes. She has a moderately-sized erect cock sticking out from under her little skirt, with a silver ring around her cock and balls. 

Caption: It started so simply. 

“Marco, have you ever thought about growing your hair out?”  Stacy asked. “We’ve got this new nanite tonic at the lab that speeds up hair growth. You can change it back if you don’t like it.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the tonic. Within a week, his hair was thicker and fuller than it had been in years, and came down between his shoulder blades. Some of the guys gave him shit for how girly it looked, but he kind of liked it. And Stacy really seemed to like it, brushing it and braiding it for him. 

A few weeks later, she said. “You know how you were talking about your family history of skin cancer? Well, we’ve got this new treatment that’s supposed to reduce your risk and clear up blemishes and calluses. You can stop using it if youdon’t like it.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the treatment. After just a few days, his skin was so much softer and more sensitive, and almost free of defects. The guys at work didn’t really notice, but Marco found his body hair so itchy that he kept shaving it all off. It was okay, he really liked how his complexion looked now.

Then, a few days later, Stacy said, “You know, if you want to stop shaving, we have this depilatory cream. It’s basically side-effect free, but if you don’t like it, you can stop using it.”

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the cream. It was so much easier than shaving, and his skin felt so much smoother and less irritated. He liked it so much that he even started using it on his face. It saved him a bunch of time in the mornings, even if one of the guys at work said he looked like a baby now. 

One night, lying alongside him in bed, Stacy traced a finger along his smooth skin and said, “You’re so nice and smooth now. Have you ever thought about dressing up a little? We don’t have to do it if you don’t like it.”

Marco shrugged, so Stacy bought him a few pieces of clothing. He felt silly at first, stumbling in heels and trying to get his stockings to stay up, but Stacy enjoyed it. And eventually Marco liked it enough to wear the stockings and panties under his pants at work a couple of times. 

“You know, we’ve been testing these body-shaping nanites at work. You apply them to clothing, and they reshape your body to fit what you’re wearing. There’s this silver control ring that you put around anything you want the nanites to leave alone. I thought maybe we could try it. It’s totally reversible, so if you don’t like it, we can change you back.” 

Marco shrugged, so Stacy brought home the nanite spray. Marco started with the stockings, feeling his muscular legs made smooth and lithe by the nanites, feeling the heels shape his feet into dainty curves. 

He lost a couple inches of height, but he didn’t mind. The next day, he put the control ring around his genitals and tried on the panties. He could tell that people at work were looking at him strangely, but he liked the way his wide new hips and bubble butt swayed when he walked. He took a few days vacation to try on the bustier that drew his waist in and made his chest fill out, and the choker necklace that softened his face and raised his voice. He thought he looked gorgeous, and Stacy clearly agreed. 

A few days later, Stacy asked, ”Marco, have you ever thought about taking off the control ring?"

Commentary: This is more of a feminization/"sissy" caption than I usually do, and I hope I explained the tech well enough to sell the ending, but I think it came out pretty well. 

Something Borrowed

Image Description: A young woman with long red hair adorned with a brown headband with a silver star sits in a bright red chair. She is wearing a white wedding dress, a silver necklace and braided silver bracelet, and a big silver and jeweled ring. She is looking down, with her skirt hiked up by her right hand, and her left hand is wrapped around her slim, erect cock.

Caption: Christine can't wait to show Massimo the little something she borrowed for their wedding night. Hopefully he's up to try something new...

Can't Keep Her Hands to Himself

Image Description: A woman with long, wavy brown hair sits on a couch, wearing a man's button-down white shirt with dark pinstripes and a pair of dark thigh-high stockings and black thong panties. She is looking down, holding her head with one hand as she pulls the panties aside to expose her vulva.

Caption: Brent couldn’t believe his eyes—her eyes, Amber’s eyes. He had a hard time believing her hands, too, as he ran them through her hair and hesitantly touched her labia. He felt strangely happy: it had been so long since he’d actually seen her, smelled her, touched her. He thought he’d never see her again, not after his wife—ex-wife—caught them together, not after she put that curse on them.

“You like each other’s bodies so much,” she’d said, weaving light in the air. “Maybe you should share them forever.” The light lashed out, and the adulterous couple disappeared, replaced with a single person.

Now every evening, Brent feels the change beginning. His body becomes slimmer and curvier. He feels his mind slipping away, like he’s under a powerful anesthetic, and for a brief moment he almost feels close to Amber. He knows from her notes and videos that Amber takes over as the changes
finish, with just enough time for her to get to work at the strip club where they met. When the morning alarm goes off the next day, Brent is back in his own body, physically exhausted before a grueling day at the office.

Over the last three weeks, they’ve adapted to living this strange double-life, each disappearing for half the day, each finding barely any time to relax—and no time with each other.

But now he’s waking up in her body, bright and early, wearing her stockings, her panties, her shoes—and his shirt? He’ll have to call in sick, have to write a message for Amber when (if?) she finds herself in his body tonight, have to try to find out what’s happening, what’s changed, how long it’ll last.

But all that will have to wait. Right now, Brent’s realizing that despite everything that’s happened, he still can’t keep his hands off her.

Commentary: This is one of my favorite captions that I've done. I don't usually like to do ones this long, but I feel like this was a really different premise. I'd love to do more with this kind of thing.

Asian Pussy (CN: Racism)

Gonna put this one below the fold because of the content. 

Frantic Search

Image Description: A young woman with long, somewhat unkempt brown hair stands on a chair next to a large bookcase full of books. She looks over her shoulder toward the open door to the room. She's wearing just a black-and-red striped long-sleeve shirt that doesn't entirely cover her naked butt.

Caption: The spellbook had to be in this shelf; Steve had already checked all the others. Hopefully he could find it and cast the reversal spell before she—wait, was that the door? Oh, shit.

Great Shift: Honest Hank

Image Description: A woman with long legs and long brown hair is bent over, looking into the engine of a BMW. She is facing away from the camera, wearing black high-heeled shoes and a white top that just covers half of her naked butt, flashing her genitals at the camera.

Caption: Honest Hank was lucky; he didn’t have to change careers after The Great Shift.
“Fixin’ cars is all up here,” he’d say, pointing a well-manicured finger to his temple. He’s really jumped into his new life with both feet—in designer heels. If anything, the other guys think he’s a
little too comfortable, especially with his new philosophy on work attire: “Why should I be the only one who gets to take a peek under the hood?”

Commentary: Sometimes I just write them for the jokes.