Here I post some of the many images I have, and others, in the comments, write potential TG captions for the image. In many cases the image will come with a "challenge", certain conditions which are meant to inspire the captioners, but are entirely optional whether you want to follow them or not.
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One day Chris received an invitation to his high school reunion.
Could it have really been fifteen years already? Chris thought nostalgically about high school. Back then he was the man; women wanted him, men wanted to be him. His reverie was shattered when he thought about what his life was like today. He worked for McDonalds, his current manager started out as one the kids he himself trained, and he was getting a beer belly.
It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t a bad person. He was a jock, but he kept his friends from picking on the nerdier students. He broke a few hearts, but never cheated on whatever girl he was seeing. His only mistake was not studying enough. He got so caught up in his own popularity that Chris had neglected the reason people actually go to school
Chris threw the letter in the trash. Later, taking the bag to the curb, he stopped and wished upon a star. “I wish I could do it over again only differently.”
The next day Chris, or rather Chrissy, awoke to her mothers voice, and the smell of waffles.
She put on her uniform, the coat barely making it around her chest which had just gone through a growth spurt. She got her wish. She was doing it over, only differently. If she got distracted for her studies again it surely would not be for the same reasons.
Friday, 9th January, 2015 Dear Diary, On the way home from school today, I found a little bunny charm lying around on the pavement. As you know, I'm a sucker for cute things, so I picked it up and clipped it to my bag. I know I'll be relentlessly teased about it come Monday, but I don't care. Much. Still... I just wish there was something I could do to stop it happening...
Monday, 12th January, 2015 Dear Diary, As I predicted, I was mocked at school today for that bunny charm I picked up last Friday. I tried to shrug it off, but I just couldn't, not really. This wasn't helped by the fact that everyone else at my school seems to have had a growth spurt. This has given me the nickname "Kiro the Midget". It seems impossible for everyone to have had a growth spurt though. Could it be possible that I have grown shorter? No... no that makes even less sense. Doesn't it?
Tuesday, 13th January, 2015 Ah, yes, one of my two PE days a week. How I loathe the subject. To add insult to injury, today we did basketball. The perfect opportunity for them to flaunt how much taller they are. We did a net exercise, where we all took it in turns to practice our shooting. Of course, when it came to my turn, the ball hit the bottom of the net and landed back on the floor, where it bounced forlornly for a bit. It didn't seem to just be because of my height, though; my arms feel weaker and, sure enough, as I look at them now, they seem shorter and slimmer than they were yesterday. Curiouser and curiouser...
Wednesday, 14th January, 2015 Dear Diary, I got sent to the headmaster's office today for dying my hair. Of course, I protested that I didn't, and I certainly don't remember doing so, but when I saw myself in the mirror, it was blonde where it should have been a dark brown colour! Not only that, but it had grown, an impossible amount for it to do so in just one night. The headmaster let me off, because blonde is still a natural hair colour, but... I don't know what is going on, but these past few days... let's just say I haven't been feeling myself...
Thursday, 15th January, 2015 Dear Diary, Today was PE day no. 2, and, once again, I was at the centre of an embarrassing mishap, although this time it was a little more private. This morning, when I put my trousers on, they seemed a little tighter than usual, but I dismissed it. When I put my shorts on for PE, though, they wouldn't go up my thighs! Looking down, I found that they now seem rather large in proportion to my much slimmer shins. Not only that, but my body hair seems to have vanished, my hips seem much wider, and my ass seems to have developed an additional layer of padding. I fear I know now what is happening. Impossible though it may seem, the only possible explanation is that I am turning into a woman. Tomorrow, the changes will have finished. I will speak to you in the morning... although I'm not sure that it will be me speaking...
Friday, 16th January, 2015 Dear Diary, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kira. Mentally, I am (for the most part), identical to the person who greeted you at the beginning of the week, but physically, I am unrecognisable. The largest changes to my form- the most life-changing ones- have somehow occured while I slept, without my noticing. I suppose I should fill you in. My eyes, once rich hazel, are now deep blue, sitting in my cute, heart-shaped face. My waistline has receded dramatically- in fact, I have attained what I believe is reffered to as an "hourglass figure". Solidifying these changes, and the others, I found... Let's just say I found nothing where something should have been, and leave it at that. And then, of course, there's the most eye-catching change. My age has stayed the same throughout the process, so I was expecting a pair of little A-cups, just beginning to poke out, but instead I awoke to a pair of enormous breasts ripping through the baggy T-shirt I had worn specifically to contain them. I think most surprising, however, is the changes that weren't to me. I looked in my wardrobe and discovered that all of my clothes had changed to suit my new gender. My school uniform is considerably different too- I now must wear knee-high blue-and-white stripy stockings, a tartan skirt, a pale blue blouse,a white shirt, and a red-pattern tie. A strange school uniform, but my own. Unfortunately, the universe seems also to have expected me to have minuscule breasts, and the massive ones I have ended up with are preventing my blazer from closing properly and pulling my shirt up to expose my belly button. Not only that, but my tie seems to insist on falling into my cleavage. Still, an interesting path lies ahead, I imagine... I would say that I hope the cause of my change, which I believe is my new bunny charm, doesn't change anyone else- but I suddenly find myself longing to attend an all-girl's school. Mischief is afoot...
One day Chris received an invitation to his high school reunion.
ReplyDeleteCould it have really been fifteen years already? Chris thought nostalgically about high school. Back then he was the man; women wanted him, men wanted to be him. His reverie was shattered when he thought about what his life was like today. He worked for McDonalds, his current manager started out as one the kids he himself trained, and he was getting a beer belly.
It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t a bad person. He was a jock, but he kept his friends from picking on the nerdier students. He broke a few hearts, but never cheated on whatever girl he was seeing. His only mistake was not studying enough. He got so caught up in his own popularity that Chris had neglected the reason people actually go to school
Chris threw the letter in the trash. Later, taking the bag to the curb, he stopped and wished upon a star. “I wish I could do it over again only differently.”
The next day Chris, or rather Chrissy, awoke to her mothers voice, and the smell of waffles.
She put on her uniform, the coat barely making it around her chest which had just gone through a growth spurt. She got her wish. She was doing it over, only differently. If she got distracted for her studies again it surely would not be for the same reasons.
Friday, 9th January, 2015
ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
On the way home from school today, I found a little bunny charm lying around on the pavement. As you know, I'm a sucker for cute things, so I picked it up and clipped it to my bag. I know I'll be relentlessly teased about it come Monday, but I don't care. Much. Still... I just wish there was something I could do to stop it happening...
Monday, 12th January, 2015
Dear Diary,
As I predicted, I was mocked at school today for that bunny charm I picked up last Friday. I tried to shrug it off, but I just couldn't, not really. This wasn't helped by the fact that everyone else at my school seems to have had a growth spurt. This has given me the nickname "Kiro the Midget". It seems impossible for everyone to have had a growth spurt though. Could it be possible that I have grown shorter? No... no that makes even less sense. Doesn't it?
Tuesday, 13th January, 2015
Ah, yes, one of my two PE days a week. How I loathe the subject. To add insult to injury, today we did basketball. The perfect opportunity for them to flaunt how much taller they are. We did a net exercise, where we all took it in turns to practice our shooting. Of course, when it came to my turn, the ball hit the bottom of the net and landed back on the floor, where it bounced forlornly for a bit. It didn't seem to just be because of my height, though; my arms feel weaker and, sure enough, as I look at them now, they seem shorter and slimmer than they were yesterday. Curiouser and curiouser...
Wednesday, 14th January, 2015
Dear Diary,
I got sent to the headmaster's office today for dying my hair. Of course, I protested that I didn't, and I certainly don't remember doing so, but when I saw myself in the mirror, it was blonde where it should have been a dark brown colour! Not only that, but it had grown, an impossible amount for it to do so in just one night. The headmaster let me off, because blonde is still a natural hair colour, but... I don't know what is going on, but these past few days... let's just say I haven't been feeling myself...
Thursday, 15th January, 2015
Dear Diary,
Today was PE day no. 2, and, once again, I was at the centre of an embarrassing mishap, although this time it was a little more private. This morning, when I put my trousers on, they seemed a little tighter than usual, but I dismissed it. When I put my shorts on for PE, though, they wouldn't go up my thighs! Looking down, I found that they now seem rather large in proportion to my much slimmer shins. Not only that, but my body hair seems to have vanished, my hips seem much wider, and my ass seems to have developed an additional layer of padding. I fear I know now what is happening. Impossible though it may seem, the only possible explanation is that I am turning into a woman. Tomorrow, the changes will have finished. I will speak to you in the morning... although I'm not sure that it will be me speaking...
Continued from previous comment
ReplyDeleteFriday, 16th January, 2015
Dear Diary,
I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Kira. Mentally, I am (for the most part), identical to the person who greeted you at the beginning of the week, but physically, I am unrecognisable. The largest changes to my form- the most life-changing ones- have somehow occured while I slept, without my noticing. I suppose I should fill you in. My eyes, once rich hazel, are now deep blue, sitting in my cute, heart-shaped face. My waistline has receded dramatically- in fact, I have attained what I believe is reffered to as an "hourglass figure". Solidifying these changes, and the others, I found... Let's just say I found nothing where something should have been, and leave it at that. And then, of course, there's the most eye-catching change. My age has stayed the same throughout the process, so I was expecting a pair of little A-cups, just beginning to poke out, but instead I awoke to a pair of enormous breasts ripping through the baggy T-shirt I had worn specifically to contain them. I think most surprising, however, is the changes that weren't to me. I looked in my wardrobe and discovered that all of my clothes had changed to suit my new gender. My school uniform is considerably different too- I now must wear knee-high blue-and-white stripy stockings, a tartan skirt, a pale blue blouse,a white shirt, and a red-pattern tie. A strange school uniform, but my own. Unfortunately, the universe seems also to have expected me to have minuscule breasts, and the massive ones I have ended up with are preventing my blazer from closing properly and pulling my shirt up to expose my belly button. Not only that, but my tie seems to insist on falling into my cleavage. Still, an interesting path lies ahead, I imagine... I would say that I hope the cause of my change, which I believe is my new bunny charm, doesn't change anyone else- but I suddenly find myself longing to attend an all-girl's school. Mischief is afoot...