Catching Up (Caption Story)

The instant she took his money and wrapped her hands around his hardening cock something changed. A flash of something in her eyes as she dropped the tension in her shoulders and caught her breath. "You son of a bitch..."

"Hey, this is the only way I can have a conversation with you anymore." Devon shrugged.

"And tell me again whose fault that was?" She scowled, continuing to tease his cock. "You better have a good lead this time. I don't want to do this crap for some chit-chat."

Despite the burning hatred in her eyes, Devon was very much enjoying his time with 'Mandy', or rather his friend Mark. They were out drinking together when Devon knocked into a server and knocked a tray of drinks all over her. She was just about to curse him for it when Mark stepped in and made things a whole lot worse.

Now, almost three weeks later, 'Mandy' was a prostitute who prowled the streets in order to make ends meet. She acted exactly how you'd expect a whore should, up until the moment she had a client's money and cock in her hands.

"There's still no sign of that chick from the bar. I did manage to get a name from the owner though. He told me she left town and-"

"Don't tell me she's fucking vanished!" Mark snapped, grip tightening ever so slightly as his pace grew quicker. "Where did she go!?"

"Jesus! Calm down or you'll make me cum before I'm finished catching you up!" Devon grunted.

"I can't keep doing this... Do you know how many guys I've been with?" Mark grimaced.

An image flashed in Mark's head; in only three weeks he'd had over twenty clients. Most opted for him to blow them so he didn't even have a chance to tell them his story or ask them to stop. Even if he could tell them, they'd just think he was crazy and demand their money back and 'Mandy' would be back in control.

Dream Woman Part One (Series)

Andrew's life was in shambles. His boss had been piling on reports and contracts beyond anything he could hope to keep up with. This then meant he was putting in extra hours and staying late. Exhausted and frustrated, Andrew spent most of his free time sleeping and arguing with his wife.

"Do you realise that I'm doing this so that we can keep the house?" He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, taking a short break from his work-issued laptop. "I'm breaking myself to keep you happy!"

June glared at him. An anger that had been simmering was now bubbling over. "I'm not happy, Andrew! And the fact that you haven't noticed is just further proof that this isn't going to work!"

"You don't mean..."

"I'm staying at Georgia's tonight." June walked away, the front door slamming behind her moments later.

An alert sounded on Andrew's laptop. It was an 'Urgent' email with even more work for him to complete. But he had barely started reading it when a second email came through, then a third. He could feel it burying him as his mind became occupied with June and his dying marriage. Too many fires to put out and the heat was becoming unbearable.

Take a break, sweetheart... You've earned it...

He looked towards the doorway, hoping to see June. The door was wide open and there was no sign of anyone. Now he really was losing it. The voice he heard was kind and caring. Not the voice of his wife, but rather the memory of warmth and care she once had for him. That was all he had now. A memory of love as the fires continued to spread and consume his life.

An Old Medallion (OpenTGC Re-Post)

Jake and I were stunned to find this secret room in my new apartment. The previous resident had gone missing and the was presumed to be murdered, which lowered the price significantly. While we moved in, Jake found a hidden panel and the secret room was revealed. Some sort of walk in closet. It was filled to the brim with a wide range of clothes, mostly women's which was weird because the previous resident was a seventy-year-old unmarried man.

I picked up a jacket from the nearest hanger and put it on. There was something in the pocket. But when I reached in to pull whatever trinket it was out, I felt a sudden spark and a warmth spread across my body. Jake turned around just in time to see my transformation and was dumbfounded.

"Dude! What the fuck!?" He shouted. "You look just like that old dude!"

My body ached and was slow to move, but I didn't have to go far to find a mirror. I looked exactly like the previous resident. Hell, I felt like him too. So weak and tired. But once we both calmed down a little, I remembered the odd trinket in my pocket and connected the dots. Somehow, the strange medallion had changed me into the body of the jacket's owner.

Taking the jacket off, I held the medallion once again and was relieved to feel myself change once again. Knowing that we could easily change back, the medallion quickly turned into a bet between us. I left the room, while Jake picked an item of clothing. Then he played into the role of whoever he became. Then it was my turn.

Private Dance (OpenTGC Re-Post)

Liam shook his ass as twenty dollar bills rained down upon him. It was not his proudest moment by any means, but he felt this was the only way to catch up with his debts. The only reason he was able to dance at his local stripclub was because he stole his Sister's enchanted collar. With it, he could change his body and mind at will, allowing him to create 'Layla'. She was growing in popularity quickly thanks to the collar's power gifting him with dance skills and a body that all the other dancers were jealous of. But with that popularity came his downfall.

"Layla, you have a client asking for a private dance." One of the girls smiled, taking over for 'Layla' on the podium. "Looks like a big spender!"

The client in question was someone Liam knew, though thankfully there was no way of this guy identifying him. But Liam was still a little nervous to be dancing for someone he knew, even if it was just one of his Sister's ex-boyfriends. Their breakup was quite recent, so it was no surprise that Jake had come to a stripclub for some relief, though perhaps him choosing 'Layla' was not much of a coincidence...

"Come on, Layla, I wanna feel that ass grind against me!" Jake laughed, throwing more money at Liam. "How much for an extra service?"

Liam paused briefly, taken aback by the request. "I don't know about the other girls, but I have a 'no extras' rule." He smiled back at Liam.

"Every woman has her price." Jake nodded. "But maybe you don't have a price because you're willing to do the extras for free, right honeypot?"

Wavelengths (OpenTGC Re-Post)

Daniel picked up the headphones from the table and brought them to his ear. It was true that they were emitting a high pitched sound despite being disconnected from both bluetooth and the power supply, just as the two women had said. But while that was unusual, it didn't convince him of the other half of their story. Apparently the two women sitting at his desk were formerly Ben Mills and Richard Prince. They claimed that upon hearing the high-pitched sound from the headphones they both spontaneously transformed into hot women. There were two things that didn't make much sense with that theory; one, Daniel was unaffected by the sound and two, the women were acting far too feminine for him to believe they were men a mere two hours ago.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe a word of this story, ladies..." He sighed, placing the headphones back on the table. "Now unless you have a more serious reason for being here, I suggest you take this little joke of yours to someone else."

"I knew he wouldn't believe us!" The woman who claimed to be Ben huffed.

The other woman placed a hand on 'Ben's' leg and smiled. "Please, Daniel, you have to at least run some sort of diagnostic test on that sound."

Richard hated having to act so feminine, but the proximity to the headphones seemed to enhance his changes. Looking towards his friend, he was concerned with how much they could both develop both physically and mentally into their new gender. Ben had been listening to some podcast when the high-pitched whine first started. Almost an hour later, Richard found a hot older woman wearing Ben's clothes passed out on Ben's bed. Richard probably wouldn't have believed the story either, if he hadn't experience the changes himself once he removed the headphones and heard the sound as well.

"Oh?" Daniel smirked. "And why should I do that for you?"

My Roommate's Plaything (OpenTGC Re-Post)

The morning was the same as any other. I got out of bed and slipped out of my room, waiting to find whatever new transformation awaited me. You see, my roommate recently inherited his Grandfather's book collection. He wasn't interested in it at first, until he discovered that every single book contained spells and potion recipes. As it turns out, Bruce comes from a long line of powerful wizards and now the magic was his to control.

He started by improving our apartment, then bewitching the landlord to make our rent free. He then found the book of transfiguration. That was when I stopped having fun with the situation. Every morning I would leave my room and be instantly hit with a pulse of magic and find myself transformed. One day he gave me a bright green mullet, then another day he turned me into a cat and threw me outside. Now, almost three weeks later, I took my first step outside and braced myself. But nothing happened. Relieved, I headed for the kitchen and found Bruce waiting for me.

"Hello there, beautiful." He smiled.

"Morning, handsome, I'm so relieved you've finally had your fun with transfiguration." I replied. "So what spells are you going to try next, sweetie?"

His smile turned to a smirk. "You really haven't noticed?"

There was nothing immediately obvious about our surroundings. No potion bottles or cauldron, no crystals for enchanting, no spellbooks at all for that matter. While I waited for him to finally reveal his new project, I made myself some breakfast. Getting onto my tiptoes, I grabbed the cereal from a cupboard and then bent over to grab a bowl from one of the cabinets. Bruce wolf whistled, making me blush a little. He was acting really strangely today.

"Do me a favour, Rachel." Bruce sighed. "Bounce up and down a little bit."

I laughed. "Okay, I guess, but you better start making sense afterwards."