Crossdreams: TG Captions and more

From a distance, I watch the smiling couple exchange vows under the adoring gaze of the guests. The soft music, the sound of applause... everything should be perfect. And it would be, if not for one absurd, surreal, unthinkable detail: I was supposed to be up there. Not just “supposed to” — I am the groom. Or at least, I was. Want to know how this happened? Take a seat, take a breath — because I barely understand it myself. On the morning of the wedding, I was putting the final touches on my suit when the doorbell rang. Odd. Who would show up unannounced on a day like this? I opened the door and was surprised to see Isadora — Rita’s best friend — already dressed for the ceremony, looking flawless as always. Her being there made no sense. Isadora never liked me. That much was obvious. Every time we met, she threw cold looks, sharp remarks, and stony silences. I always figured it was jealousy, or maybe that over-intense kind of friendship she had with Rita… but I never imagined ther...

"I don't know what's more humiliating… the tight lingerie hugging every curve, or the stilettos that barely let me walk." Marcel thought, staring at the reflection in the mirror with a blank expression. His fingers ran gently through the voluminous hair, still not used to the silky strands cascading over bronzed shoulders. Every inch of his body felt like it belonged to someone else—and in a way, it did. He adjusted the thin strap of the dark lace slip that kept slipping off his shoulder and let out a soft sigh. He was late. Downstairs, in the vast marble-floored room overlooking the ocean, Hernandez was waiting for another romantic afternoon. Expensive dinners, imported wine, lavish jewelry, and sweet words—all part of Marcel’s new role. A role he would never have chosen… if choice were still an option. Not long ago, things were very different. Marcel was the stereotypical alpha: a successful personal trainer, chiseled body, dangerous smile, and a silver tongue ca...

“ Dude, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing that!” Aron said, staring in disbelief. “ It’s already insane enough that you and my sister swapped bodies, but showing up at the beach in that tiny scrap of fabric? Seriously?” Jeffrey chuckled, casually adjusting his sunglasses. “ Chill out, man. This was in her suitcase, I didn’t exactly go shopping. And don’t forget— it was her idea. She didn’t want to miss her favorite band’s concert, and she didn’t want to look bad turning down a trip your dad spent a fortune on.” “ I get that,” Aron muttered, arms crossed, clearly uncomfortable. “ I’m not even gonna get into how messed up this whole body- swap thing is. What’s bothering me is how much you seem to be enjoying this. You’re laughing, tanning, even flirting with random dudes on the beach!” “ I’m just following her instructions,” Jeffrey said with a shrug. “ Her exact words were: ‘ Have fun. Soak it all in.’ And let’s be real, she would’ve worn this bikini anyway. Whether it’s o...

“ Time to wake up, champ,” said Cain, pulling the curtains open with a mischievous grin. “ Just five more minutes, Mom...” Frederick mumbled, rolling over in bed. “ Well, look at that! You finally admitted I’m your mom. I’m touched,” Cain replied, pretending to be moved. Frederick slowly opened his eyes, still groggy, but as soon as he saw what was happening, he practically jumped out of bed in shock. “ Dude! What are you doing in my room?! And worse, what are you wearing— or not wearing?!” he shouted, eyes wide. “ Oh, I just came to wake up my little boy. You’re almost late for college, and you’re snoring like a pig,” Cain said, laughing idiotically. “ First of all, you’re not my mom. Ever since that insane global body- swap thing happened and scrambled who- knows- how- many people, you ended up in her body, and it’s just... too weird. I haven’t even started to wrap my head around it.” “ Well,” Cain replied, suddenly more serious, “ the authorities said anyone who wanted to...

" Don't give me that look," said Cezar, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. " You're the one who said my girlfriend was out of shape." " Dude, first of all... you never mentioned your girlfriend was, I don't know, some kind of goth witch with a PhD in black magic!" Sam retorted, flustered. " And second, I only said that over text! It wasn’t even that bad!" Cezar shrugged, as if he'd been counting down to this moment. " Well, tough luck. She happened to be sitting right next to me when the message popped up. Read the whole thing— didn't skip a single word. She was furious . Said you needed to learn a lesson… a lesson your ' jacked gym body' would never understand. Would have understood, I should say. Because now..." Sam stood frozen in the doorway, unsure where to look— or where his dignity had gone. He was wearing an outrageously sexy lingerie set: black lace, bold cutouts, thigh- high stockings wi...

Josh ran his fingers delicately through his long blonde hair, adjusting a few rebellious strands as he stared at himself in the bedroom mirror. He wore a thin, semi- transparent white nightgown that left little to the imagination. The soft glow of the bedside lamp highlighted his new curves — so different from the body he once had. With a hesitant sigh, he tilted his head and murmured to himself in a voice that trembled with both insecurity and hope: — " Maybe… maybe now he’ll finally notice how much I want to be with him?" Josh and James had always been inseparable — best friends since high school. After graduation, they moved in together in the city. James dove into a career in software development, while Josh landed a job at a chemical company. That’s where everything changed. A terrible accident left Josh disfigured, with burns and injuries that at first seemed beyond repair. But medicine was stunned. His recovery wasn’t just fast — it was uncanny. His tissues regenera...

Carlos Rivas had always been the kind of guy who lived loud. Flashy cars, wild parties, beautiful women — and way too many debts. The problem? He owed money to the wrong person: César Fuentes, a former business partner turned big- time underworld figure. When the collectors started showing up more often than the mailman, Carlos realized he was running out of time — and luck. So, he did what few thought he’d ever do: he ran. Disappeared. Decided to vanish until the storm passed. And who better to help with a quiet exit than his ever- resourceful wife, Lorena? Cool- headed and well- connected, she moved quickly. Fake documents. A safe house. And a plastic surgeon who owed her a favor. “ Just a little facial work, love,” she said sweetly. “ Nothing big. Just enough so no one will recognize you.” Carlos, desperate, agreed. He went under the knife a man trying to save his skin — and woke up a woman with very little skin left of his old self. Groggy, disoriented, and very much differe...