Image Description: A woman with long brown hair stands in the stacks of a library. She is wearing tight low-rise black jeans, with a metal chastity belt underneath, parts of which are clearly visible over the waistband of her jeans. She is holding an enormous hardcover book: Advanced Lock Picking by Steven Hampton.
Caption: “Master says that if I want to improve my rogue’s lockpicking skills, then I really have to put in the work. And he even gave me a little extra motivation!"
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.”
Image Description: Close up on a naked woman straddling a naked man. Her labia are straddling his hard penis, which she is holding in her manicured hand. He has a cross tattooed on the left side of his hairy abdomen, while she is hairless.
Caption: Ever since the Great Shift, this is the closest Kenji can come to feeling like he still has his own cock.
Commentary: This is one of my favorite images I've ever run across. Like, the TG aspect of it just feels so perfect.
Image Description: A young woman with long light brown hair stands in a basketball court with her legs spread wide. She is wearing a bright red sports bra, red-and-white shorts with a Louis Vuitton-style pattern on them, and white sneakers. She is holding a basketball in each hand, looking at the ground with an expression of concentration.
Caption: “Coach said if I could handle these two balls on the court, then he might give me back the ones in my shorts.”
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.
Caption: “Try all you want to distract me,” Jayden said. “Using those magic cheat codes is just an admission that you can’t beat me in a fair fight. But now you’re gonna get beat down by the hottest girl on Earth!”
