Just a Little Glitch

Image Description: A blond woman is sitting on an ornate gold-and-white bed. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, and is wearing a lacy pink-bowed purple bra with matching purple panties and a garter belt, which is connected to her pink stockings. She is pulling down her panties to expose her erect cock and tight balls. 

Caption: “Does this look like the ‘Full Womanhood Experience’ to you, Craig?”

“Lots of women have penises, Ty.”

“Sure, but I didn’t need cutting-edge nanotech to give me a dick. I had a dick already, I want to try having a pussy. It’s half of why I paid for this.”

“Fine, fine, it’s just a glitch. Sometimes the nanites have trouble reconstructing the more complex organs. Any other problems?”

“No, I’m totally happy with the rest. I’m fuckin’ hot, my tits are fantastic, I just need to get rid of this thing. It’s been hard enough to break rocks all morning.”

“That’s typical with this bug. There, reboot signal sent. You’re on your way to a shiny new vagina, though the arousal might last another day or two.”

“Okay, but how long until my pussy is ready?”

“A few hours. Why?”

“Why? I’ve got a date. Did you think I dressed like this for you?”

“You know I can still reprogram those nanites, right? Maybe you’d like to have two dicks.”

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.

Brief Hiatus

Going on a break for a couple of weeks, but don't worry...absence makes the heart grow fonder. Just ask Mr. Branson here!

Watering the Flowers

Image Description: A young woman with shoulder-length black hair stands facing away from the camera towards some bushes and trees. She is topless, with her jeans and thong panties pulled down to her knees, and her hands held in front of her.

Caption: Mrs. Stevens had lived on Maple St. for thirty years. It used to be a quiet neighborhood, but the local college had been steadily expanding over the decades, and two years ago, a fraternity bought the house next door. She tolerated the noisy parties and the broken bottles and the puddles of vomit in silence, but she couldn't abide the young men relieving themselves on her prized flowers and bushes. She'd be in the cold ground before she let Dorothy Williams win the City Council award for best landscaping.

So one night Mrs. Stevens whipped up a little something for when the boys whipped out their little somethings. Normally on Friday nights, she was in bed with earplugs and a book, but tonight she just had to watch from her window. Sure enough, one dark-haired, shirtless young man stumbled up to the plants along the edge of her property and clumsily pulled down his pants and briefs. He unleashed his stream, and the spell kicked into action. The yellow fluid stopped suddenly in midair, then reversed, pulling back up into the young man's member—and then pulling the member along with it! Once his genitals had completely disappeared within the dark mound of pubic hair, the magic rippled outward from his groin, changing toned muscle to soft curves. His body hair disappeared, his skin softened, and his body plumped up—too many of those sorority girls had too little meat on their bones—and his hair grew longer. His clothes changed, too, into a fashionable little thong and some tight jeans—after all, Mrs. Stevens was young once too—but the spell couldn't make the boy a shirt. But a little embarrassment would help the lesson stick.

The changes finished within a moment, the drunken fratgirl still holding onto a penis that wasn't there. She'd notice in a minute, and in the future, hopefully she and her brothers would find somewhere else to pee.

Either that, or they'd become a house of respectful young ladies. That'd be okay too.

Commentary: Breaking my own rules a little with this one. I try not to make the caption space any bigger than the image, and I like to keep the captions pretty short, but every now and then the story gets away from me and you get something like this. Hopefully it's still enjoyable! After all, this won't be the last we see of Mrs. Stevens...

Practiced Position

Image Description: A young woman is standing with her backside to the camera, and is bent over so completely that her head is upside-down, looking back between her legs with a smile on her face. She's holding onto her leopard-print high heels with both hands, and her long brown hair is hanging to the floor. She's wearing a blue button-up long-sleeve shirt and white leggings that are transparent enough to show off her green panties.

Caption: When I was a guy, I couldn't touch my toes. Then, when I first turned into a girl, I could barely stand in even the shortest heels. Now look at me! Of course, I've had lots of practice in this position. Speaking of which...

Commentary: Not much to say about this one. It's a cute picture and a fun caption. Wish I were that flexible :).

Knocked down

Image description: A young Asian woman lying back on a short surface near big windows. She's looking up, with her legs spread and her top pulled down, exposing her breasts.

Caption: "I thought you said that thing was supposed to be magic, but all it did was knock me down. Wait, what's up with my hair? And why are you looking at me like that?"

Commentary: Definitely my first photo caption (you can tell because I hadn't gone to my typical font yet). Probably could use a revision, honestly.