Crossdreams: TG Captions and more

"Cheer up, Tom. In the end, you showed up. You came to your ex-wife’s wedding, after all. You're not married anymore. She looks happy, and the guy seems like he'll be a good father to the kids. And you... well, with that new body, you can't really be around them anymore," Brian said with a resigned sigh. Tom — or what was left of him in that new form — lowered his gaze. His long lashes nearly brushed his cheeks as the evening breeze played with the hem of his short black dress. He whispered: "Man... it all came crashing down just now. The testimony, the mafia, the threats. My family marked for death. Witness protection faking my death and, as a bonus, turning me into this . Just to throw off the international branch of the organization. But turning me into a woman? Damn... they could've just changed my face or something. Something simpler. I might’ve had a shot at going back to her... to the kids. Now it’s all gone. She’s getting married. He gets the fa...

"How sweet… you even brought me flowers! You’re making it look like I’m your girlfriend!" Gabriel exclaimed with a shy smile, hugging the bouquet delicately. Bernard smiled, stepping closer. "But you are… I mean, the body is my girlfriend’s, sure. But the mind is still my best friend. I just thought I’d find you sprawled on the couch in that old hoodie, all depressed after this whole body swap thing. You seemed really down." Gabriel took a deep breath and shrugged, settling into the chair with a surprising grace he hadn’t noticed in himself before. "Yeah, I was feeling low. But since we haven’t found a way out of this yet… I figured maybe feeling better had to start from the outside. It was getting late, and I found this nightgown in her drawer. It fit. And somehow, wearing something she’d actually wear made me feel a little less lost." Bernard watched him silently, eyes soft, as if seeing Gabriel in a completely new light. "And the makeup?...

"Dylan, what are you doing wearing that… or better yet, wearing only that?" Dylan’s voice echoed down the hallway, filled with disbelief as he caught sight of the figure standing in the middle of the living room. In front of him stood Mike—or rather, Marcela’s body now inhabited by Mike—dressed in delicate white lace lingerie, complete with garter belt and stockings that hugged her legs with near-theatrical precision. The look was seductive, almost cinematic, and completely at odds with the strange new reality they were living. "This is what Marcela was wearing underneath her wedding dress," Mike replied casually, adjusting one of the bra straps while admiring his reflection in the window. "Weren’t we supposed to go on with the ceremony even after that weird thing happened before the wedding? The whole body-swap thing... that was surreal." He turned to Dylan with a half-resigned, half-playful smile. "Poor Marcela didn’t even land in my body. She ...

Jay and Max had spent years living outside the law, robbing banks in small towns where under-equipped police couldn’t catch them. That is, until everything went wrong. During a heist in a remote village, a shootout with local guards left both of them wounded. Barely clinging to life, Jay tried to drive down a rural road, but eventually passed out behind the wheel. The car veered off a cliff. Jay remembered only fragments — a voice whispering: "Don’t worry… you’ll be fine. I can fix this…" He woke up days later, disoriented, in a place he didn’t recognize. In front of him, a man stood smiling. — "Looks like you pulled through. Barely made it in time…" Jay rubbed his eyes — his hands felt soft, delicate. His hair... long. — "How long was I out?" — he muttered, dazed. — "Long enough for your full recovery. And I must say… the result turned out better than expected." Jay stood up — and felt it. A weight on his chest. A different skin tone. C...

"When your girlfriend tries to punish you for not accepting the breakup, saying you'll never understand how women feel… and decides to turn you into one ‘for a few days.’ The idea sounded simple enough: live in a woman’s body to learn a lesson. But I really should’ve read the fine print. Now here I am, dealing with strange cravings, emotions all over the place… and one small extra detail: a baby on the way. Yeah, I just wanted to understand women better. I didn’t think I’d be living the full experience. Oh, and one more thing: no, your best friend will not want to know that the gorgeous girl he couldn’t take his eyes off all night… was actually you. Be careful what you agree to—especially when you skip the fine print."

You know, everyone thinks I lost my mind when I turned down my boss’s insane proposal. And honestly? I don’t blame them. He’s always been a serious guy — focused, successful, filthy rich. Up until recently, he had a beautiful family, too. But last year, everything fell apart: his wife was in a tragic accident and passed away. He was devastated. Truly heartbroken. He loved her in that rare, movie-like way. One day, he called me in for a private talk. Said I reminded him a lot of his wife… and then asked if I’d be willing to “take her place.” I laughed, thinking it was some twisted joke. But he wasn’t joking. The kids were inconsolable without their mother, and he told me he’d cover everything: surgeries, aesthetic treatments, even a new identity if I wanted it. I’d never have to work again. Just be the perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children, and live in luxury. Apparently, I was practically her lost twin. Same body structure, similar features… she was a stunning blonde — cur...