Crossdreams: TG Captions and more

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...

"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...

That striking figure who now walked daily through the company lobby — elegant, confident, radiating femininity and professionalism — did not go unnoticed. Stunning and charismatic, Paulete quickly won over both coworkers and managers, not just for her looks but for the competence she demonstrated in every task, every meeting, and every small gesture of dedication. No one, looking at the confident woman she had become, could imagine the courage, effort, and resilience behind her presence there. It had all begun a few months earlier, when the company launched a new diversity and inclusion campaign, with a clear goal: to increase female representation in strategic positions. The announcement energized the departments, and Paulo — then just another attentive employee — showed particular interest. He asked if the new openings would also be available to trans women. The answer was positive and welcoming. “Of course,” said the director, “true inclusion doesn’t have exceptions. That’s exactly...

"Are you seriously telling me I have to wear this ?" The voice came out high-pitched, a mix of anger and embarrassment, eyes wide as the fabric dangled between two trembling fingers like it was made of thorns. "This isn't even real clothing—you're joking, right? This has to be a joke." Rafael leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a noticeable smirk. "Oh, but it is real clothing," he said, almost innocently. "Straight from a catalog. Very professional... well, almost." The "clothing" in question was a maid costume—though not the kind used for actual work. This one was straight from a "sexy costumes" catalog: a tiny black dress with frilly white lace along the edges, a tiny apron barely covering the front, and a neckline that dipped dangerously low. It even came with a little lace headband and thigh-high stockings. "This is ridiculous," muttered Renato—or what...

Samuel had always been the textbook definition of a classic nerd: passionate about tabletop RPGs, master of spreadsheets, king of the d20, and a fierce advocate for well-crafted character sheets. In his younger days, weekends were sacred—epic sessions fueled by cheap soda, chips, and battles against treasure-hoarding, fire-breathing dragons. But times changed. The crew migrated to digital worlds, and gathering a physical group became a legendary-level quest. Determined to revive the golden age of tabletop, Samuel spent weeks scouring obscure internet forums in search of like-minded souls. And wouldn’t you know it—he actually pulled a party together. Excited beyond belief, he decided to prep the ultimate immersive setup. On a sunny Saturday, he set off on a quest to find props: ancient maps, miniatures, scented candles, and, of course, dusty books that looked like they belonged in a retired wizard's library. In a little antique shop downtown, he struck gold—and something more. Ba...

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 dress 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 capab...

“ 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...