Crossdreams: TG Captions and more

Marco was never exactly a lucky guy. He lived a quiet life, full of routines and silent frustrations. He worked in a dull office, surrounded by people he barely spoke to — except for Antony, his only real friend. Antony was the outgoing type, always cheerful and ready to help. The two were inseparable, despite their differences. Then came the Great Shift , the cosmic event that turned the world upside down. Billions of people suddenly found themselves in different bodies, swapped randomly across the planet. It was chaos. Marco woke up in the same body, in the same bed, in the same apartment. Untouched. And he felt... left behind. While the entire world struggled with new identities, he was stuck in the same tired, uninspired figure he’d always been. Everything changed when Antony showed up at his apartment. Or rather... Antony in Amanda's body , one of their coworkers — and the woman Marco had secretly admired for years. Amanda was everything Marco never dared to dream of having...

Funny how life turns around. Ricardo — now officially Rica on paper — still caught herself thinking about the days when she used to work under cars all day, sweaty, with grease even on her teeth. The transition had been part of some experimental company program, something about “image optimization and customer service.” In practice? They swapped her body for this one. And to everyone's surprise, she was still on the job. Glancing at her reflection in the polished hood of one of the tuned-up cars, Rica adjusted the tight red top that barely covered her new bust. She sighed, half-laughing. — "Uniform out of standard?" — she mumbled to herself. — "This feels more like a costume for a late-night event..." But no one argued with the boss. He swore the new “look” boosted team morale. And judging by how the guys were always grinning — and very eager to help — maybe he was right. The weirdest part? She wasn’t even working as hard anymore. There was always someone ...

The Great Shift was insane. At the company party, nobody understood what had happened. When the lights came back on, half the people were in completely different bodies. The news confirmed it later: it was a global phenomenon. People switching bodies with strangers, changing age, gender, country… total chaos. The “lucky ones” ended up in bodies similar to their own. The rest — like me — weren’t so lucky. I used to be a married man, with kids, a stable career. Now here I am, in my boss’s fiancée’s body, wearing white lace lingerie, a garter on my thigh, and magazine-worthy makeup. All this to keep up appearances and avoid canceling his wedding with Sophie — who, according to rumors, is now somewhere in Germany in the body of a sixty-year-old. I agreed to go through with the improvised ceremony, while scientists scramble to figure out how to reverse this nightmare. But seeing myself in the mirror today... that hit different. Edward sighed, sitting in front of the mirror, gently pulli...

Gabriel had always struggled with his weight. After trying everything — miracle diets, intense workouts, expensive supplements — he finally gave in to a suggestion from an obscure forum: “Hypnosis tapes to reprogram your desire to lose weight.” Skeptical but desperate, he bought a kit called “New Body, New Mind.” On the first night, he lay down with his headphones on and let the soft voice from the recording guide him. “You are strong… you are disciplined… you are a determined woman…” — he chuckled. “Must be a mistake.” But he kept going. After all, he was a man. Just ignore the “woman” part, and it would work fine. And at first, it did: he started avoiding sweets, waking up early for walks, and even enjoyed the new energy he was feeling. But then came the details. He began to feel drawn to tighter, more colorful workout clothes. Thought it was just a new sense of vanity. Then he bought a lilac set with feminine stripes and started enjoying how he looked in the mirror. He felt... ...

It wasn't just about the money. Maybe at first — it was a golden opportunity. But once Victoria got involved, everything changed. Victoria Langston. Elegant, sharp, and clearly tired of living in the shadow of her husband, Richard Langston — founder and CEO of HelixNova, the nation's leading bioengineering firm. She claimed he was a tyrant. That she wanted out. That she needed my help. And I helped her. As a contracted security consultant, I had access. I copied files, leaked information, bypassed protocols. All under her direction. It was a perfect plan. Until, of course, it wasn’t. Richard knew. He always knew. I thought I was caught. I thought I’d be arrested. But what actually happened was far, far worse. I woke up in a sterile facility — bright, cold, clinical. Across the room, someone was panicking. I recognized the face. It was me . Or at least… my former body. I ran to the glass wall and saw my reflection. It was her face. It was Victoria . "Full genetic t...

It all started with an innocent bet: whoever lost would have to spend the entire summer taking care of the house. But for David and Julian—roommates and chronic gamblers—that just wasn’t enough. Every video game match turned into a new challenge: who would buy the drinks, who’d take out the trash, who’d cook dinner... until they stumbled upon something that completely changed the game—literally. A body recombination machine. It was a strange device, full of buttons and a big central switch. After a few tests (some hilarious, others not so much), they realized it could fully customize a person's appearance. All it took was setting the parameters and pressing the button. That’s when the idea hit them: the next bet would be for real. The loser would spend the entire summer as the housemaid. And of course, dressed accordingly. If they were going to gamble, it had to be with style—or humiliation. The big match began: a heated game of virtual soccer. In overtime, David scored the onl...

 The afternoon was unbearably boring, and digging through the old boxes in the attic of Lucas's grandmother’s house seemed at least more interesting than watching the same reality show for the fifth time. Lucas kicked open the lid of one box, coughing as a puff of dust rose up. — “This place smells like mothballs and secrets,” he joked, waving his hand. Rafa, sprawled out lazily on the living room rug, looked up with a groan. — “You’re gonna find a cursed doll in there, just watch.” But what Lucas pulled out was something different. A small wooden box with floral carvings and a bronze clasp. Inside was a tiny glass vial filled with shimmering pink powder and a yellowed note. "Fairy Dust. A pinch, and the world transforms." — “You’re kidding,” Rafa laughed, getting up. “This looks like perfume for grannies with a fantasy twist.” — “What if it’s some kind of old makeup?” Lucas wondered, holding it up to the light. The dust sparkled hypnotically. Without hesitation,...

Rachel walked into the bedroom and paused at the door, surprised. Standing in front of the mirror, Brian — now trapped in her body — was wearing a seafoam green lingerie set she barely remembered owning. He turned slowly, a little embarrassed but with a soft smile on his face. “I… found this in your drawer,” he said, adjusting the strap of the bra. “It’s been a while since I saw you wearing it. I always thought this color looked amazing on you.” Rachel crossed her arms, tilting her head with a half-smile. “Seriously? I’d totally forgotten about it.” Brian nodded. “It was during that trip to Oregon… remember? Before life got so busy. Before everything became work, bills, and awkward silence over dinner.” She took a few steps closer, her expression softening. “Yeah. I think you’re right.” He glanced at his reflection, touching the delicate lace at the waist. “I know this whole body-swap thing sounds insane. But maybe… maybe it’s an opportunity. We’ve been going through the motions f...

Jeremiah was a simple man. He lived quietly on his Kansas farm, taking care of his crops and avoiding drama — unless you count the weekly mystery of the crop circles . Every Monday morning like clockwork, Jeremiah would wake up to find another perfect circle pressed into his cornfield. He tried blaming pranksters, then teenagers, then wild raccoons with artistic flair — but none of those explanations stuck. Especially not after one of the circles glowed in the dark and made a humming noise that sounded suspiciously like an alien attempting to sing country music. Jeremiah had had enough. One night, under a full moon, he spotted them — glowing orbs floating in the sky above the field. Without hesitating, he jumped in his truck, drove straight through the rows of corn, and skidded to a halt right in the middle of the latest circle. That’s when the beam of light hit him. Bright, warm, and buzzing with strange energy, it surrounded him completely. Jeremiah barely had time to say “Hey n...

Charlie tightened the suspenders with a silent sigh. They weren’t the Italian leather ones he used to wear with tailored suits. These were decorative — part of a provocative lingerie set, more ornamental than functional. Strange how that simple gesture seemed to seal the end of an era in his life. He used to live in glass-covered boardrooms, where the whiskey was as expensive as the contracts he signed. Charlie had been the kind of man who made the world spin around him. He inherited a company, carried a powerful last name, and had a reputation… let’s say, complicated. He craved the spotlight and the feminine bodies that worshipped him like he was a movie star. And for a while, he was. But everything changed. Not metaphorically — literally. Cruelly. He woke up that morning in a body he knew... but not like an old friend. It was Valentina’s body — his ex-lover, former business partner, and now, to his bitter surprise, the owner of what used to be his empire. Valentina was as brillia...

Vincent’s voice echoed through the lavish golden hall, tinged with restrained anger and deep disappointment. Sitting on the edge of an ornate divan, dressed in a pink embroidered lingerie set and a silky robe that barely concealed the new body he inhabited, he held the red rose like it was some kind of cruel joke. "Do you honestly think that changes anything? That I’ll just forget you turned me into your wife because your real one left you? Seriously?" He rolled his eyes and glanced at the grand mirror ahead. It was still strange to see that reflection — feminine, seductive, soft — and know it was him. "You expect me to accept this? To play her role? Be your wife now? Come on, have some sense..." Jeremy, standing at the entrance to the room, sighed deeply before responding: "Look, I was just trying to help. The gypsy said the totem could swap two people. You told me it wasn’t fair, what she was doing to you. I thought it would be simple — you’d show up in c...

Officer Brian thought he was the man. Tough as nails, smarter than the whole precinct combined, and twice as brave. He strutted around the station like a sheriff from an old western — shades on at night, a toothpick forever clenched between his teeth, and an ego bigger than the city budget. While everyone else got quiet when the name Tony Abracadabra came up, Brian would scoff. “Magic? Please. I deal in facts, not cheap parlor tricks.” Tony “Abracadabra” wasn’t just a mobster — he was the mobster. A master of making problems disappear. Evidence? Gone. Witnesses? Forgot everything. Lawyers? Suddenly retired. Cops? Vanished into thin air, like rabbits in a hat. Despite the warnings — and there were many — Brian decided to go after him alone. “Justice,” he said. “Courage,” he insisted. “Idiocy,” his colleagues muttered. And they were right. One dark night, Brian woke up blindfolded, tied up, and lying on the cold floor of what smelled like a warehouse. When the blindfold came off, there h...

"I can't believe Petra used to think she was out of shape… Look at this! She looks stunning," said Robert, now inhabiting that body, admiring himself in the mirror with a genuine smile. "Dude… please take that off," Paul said, clearly uncomfortable, turning his eyes away. "I'm still not used to seeing you in my wife's body. And honestly, I never had a problem with her thinking she was a bit curvy... I actually liked it." "Liked?" Robert smirked, teasing. "You want me to take it off because it's getting hard to resist, huh? Don’t try to hide it — I saw that little smirk when you looked at me just now." Paul swallowed hard. "Of course it's hard. It's my wife's body… with my best friend's mind. My subconscious is going crazy, and even my conscious mind refuses to fully accept this. Especially since you said this body swap happened just a few days ago!" "Yeah, I know… Maybe I shouldn’t have...

In recent years, the world barely had time to recover between outbreaks. First it was the avian flu, then swine flu… and now, something people had started calling “the gender flu.” It wasn’t an official term, but it caught on — because that’s exactly what it did: it altered a person’s biological sex, permanently. Raymond was one of the many who got infected, and like so many others, his life was completely turned upside down. When the symptoms passed, the mirror reflected a new reality: a female body, soft curves where there had once been sharp edges, a gentle voice replacing his deep tone. At first, it felt like grief — not just for the body he’d lost, but for the sense of control, the stability of self. And then came the harshest news: scientists revealed that once the transformation took place, the body developed strong antibodies. Reinfection — and therefore reversal — was impossible. This was his new normal. The world went into quarantine again. Research teams worked nonstop, th...

“Don’t make that face. The couples therapy idea was yours, remember? I already wanted a divorce. I was tired of your attitude, your coldness, your arrogance. You wanted to save this marriage… so now deal with it.” Natan stared at the reflection in the mirror with a mix of disbelief and discomfort. He was looking for his own face, but what he saw was Tina’s body — flawless, alluring, dressed in a sheer white lingerie he would’ve never paid attention to before. Now, trapped in that body, he finally understood every gesture he used to dismiss as “too much.” When the therapist suggested they “see the world through each other’s eyes,” he laughed. Thought it was just a metaphor, some self-help nonsense. He never imagined it would involve a real body swap — for an indefinite time. But he agreed. Because losing Tina meant losing half his fortune — and that, he couldn’t allow. At first, he thought it would be easy. Working from home, looking good, attending dinners, staying attractive. Child...

The feeling of being free after being wrongly accused of a crime is, in itself, almost surreal. But being free — completely out of reach from human justice — that’s something truly extraordinary, especially when you're innocent. Jose knew this better than anyone. He had always been a simple man, hardworking, honest to a fault in a world where that trait seemed increasingly rare. From a young age, he did whatever work was needed to earn a decent living, never stepping on anyone to get ahead. That same integrity eventually landed him a job as a gardener at a luxurious mansion in a neighborhood he never dreamed he’d even step foot in. What he didn’t know was that behind the mansion’s immaculate walls and elegant façade lurked something rotten. The lady of the house — poised, calculating, and cold — had grown tired of her husband. Not in the emotional sense, but in the most literal and dangerous way. She had devised a meticulous plan: eliminate him and frame someone no one would ever ...

Prologue The day started like any other — or so it seemed. A cloudy sky loomed over the city, and you, still drowsy, left home with a mechanical kiss on your wife’s cheek. Little did you know that would be the last moment of normalcy in your life. At work, everything spiraled out of control. The tension in the air was almost tangible. You tried to keep your cool, ignoring the persistent messages from the colleague you'd been secretly involved with for months. But that evening, one careless mistake sealed your fate. Dinner was served. Silence hung heavy over the table. Your wife seemed... strangely calm. Then your phone buzzed. A notification lit up on the locked screen, sharp as a dagger’s edge: “Last night was amazing ❤️” No tears. No shouting. Just her gaze — cold as marble. She stood up, calmly cleared the plates, and with a voice like judgment, said: “Tomorrow, you’ll visit a friend of mine. A fortune teller. She’ll reveal what’s ahea...

Josh had always been obsessed with quick results. Since his teenage years, he spent more time at the gym than at home, fascinated by the sculpted bodies he saw on social media and magazine covers. Impatient with the natural limits of the body, he began using “fast growth” products early on —  synthetic hormones, questionable supplements. At first, the effects were impressive: muscles bulging under the skin, veins popping, strength beyond normal. He was admired, feared, envied. But behind that powerful appearance, his body was fighting a silent war. His natural testosterone production gradually collapsed. Over time, the drugs stopped working. His system, exhausted, began to reject even the smallest doses. Hormonal collapse followed. Chronic fatigue. Depression. Metabolic dysfunctions. His hard-earned muscle mass began to melt away. For months, Josh tried to resist the decline. But his body simply wouldn't respond anymore. Eventually, he had to face a painful truth: he could no lon...

"You're right, darling… the dress is really way too short, see-through, and shows everything. Lesson learned—I promise I won't buy this kind of outfit for you again," said Tommy, trying to mask his embarrassment. "Oh no, honey. The lesson is far from learned. You didn’t go out wearing this. You didn’t feel the lustful stares from men practically undressing you with their eyes. I told you: ‘next time you bring home some scandalous outfit to show me off in public, you’ll be the one wearing it’. And here we are," his wife replied with a triumphant smile. "I… I didn’t think you meant that literally ! Turning me into a version of you? That’s taking things way too far. I get it, okay? Please, let’s just stop this!" he pleaded, shifting uncomfortably in the tight dress. "Stop? Oh no, the night is just getting started! You wanted so badly to go to this party, remember? Well, now you’re going. And you’re going to be a hit, sweetheart," she sai...

"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...