Crossdreams: TG Captions and more

Julie opened the door and froze, unable to believe what she was seeing. There, right in front of her, stood “her sister” — or rather, her sister’s body — dressed in red lace lingerie and striking poses in front of the mirror with alarming focus. Julie cleared her throat loudly. “Would you care to explain what’s going on here?” Alan , now inhabiting Jannet’s body, jumped a little and turned around, visibly flustered as he tried to cover what was already covered. “Well… I have a date tonight with your sister’s boyfriend. Technically, he’s my boyfriend now, isn’t he? You were the one who said we had to keep up appearances until we figure out how to switch back.” Julie folded her arms, irritation sharp in her voice. “I know all about keeping up appearances, Alan. It’s been a week since you two swapped bodies. But wasn’t it you who, two weeks ago, was desperate to undo all this? The one who kept ranting about how awful it was being in her body — especially after she disappeared with your bo...

I used to say those girls on the field were just there for “decoration.” “You want real action? Watch the game, not the sideshow,” I’d tell my buddies, rolling my eyes every time one of those promo girls came on screen. Guess who woke up this morning in full glam, holding a soccer ball, wearing a crop top so tight I can hear my abs breathe? Me. I did. Apparently, I “won” some magical fan promotion. Out of millions , I was chosen to be today’s stadium muse — and not just as a muse, but in the body of one. Hair, curves, outfit and all. I even have her schedule: enter the field at halftime, strike some poses, hype the crowd, and “don’t forget to smile.” And the worst part? I think I am smiling. The sun, the cheers, the way people looked at me like I was the event — it’s weirdly addictive. My old self would be screaming. But right now? I’m just hoping someone took a good picture of me.