What happens when a night out turns into a new life?
#genderbend #genderotica #genderchange #genderswitch #m2f #tgcaption #mtfcaption #tgfantasy #cdcaption
#m2fcaptions #mtfcrossdresser #cdfantasy #feminizationfantasy
Girlfriend (based on a depiction of the character from Friday Night Funkin) wears a latex catsuit over her voluptuous figure as she sits in an executive-style chair and asks "So, what made you want a job at Snu-Dips?" A male with a large, speckled nose peeking out from a mop of greasy hair responds, "You're the only place that would hire me... Especially after the lies spread about me by my bitch ex-girlfriend... Fucking cunt... Whore..." The two are walking, making apparent the way girlfriend comes up to the male's thighs, as well as his sweat pants. "So what am I gonna be doing here? Cooking, trash, something like that?" he asks. She answers, "Of, of course not! You'll be on the floor, serving food and drinks!" He squats down to confront her, just above her eye level, yelling "I'll be WHAT?! I told you, I can't be seen! People think some seriously bad shit about me right now!" She avers, "Don't worry about that!" Girlfriend holds up an absurdly small latex catsuit, declaring "All the floor servers at Snu-Dips wear our uniform! Isn't it cute?" The male looks down on her with disbelief, asking "...You're fucking kidding, right?" Girlfriend pushes him into a changing room, reassuring "Of course not! Go ahead, try it on!" The male removes his sweat pants, groaning "Kuhhh..." He sits, nude, as he slips the uniform catsuit over his left foot, mumbling "Fuckin' things as small as some kind of baby doll... How the hell does she expect me to wear this?... If I can even get... One leg in this thing, it'll just tear a hole right through--" He stares in shock as he sees his leg has shrunk to fit the suit, his foot even conforming perfectly into the built-it stiletto heel.
This strip takes place in a POV. The viewer (as the male) sticks out his newly-shrunken leg in the catsuit uniform, and mutters "What the hell?..." He bends the leg and tilts the leg inward to see more of the thigh. "I can move it... It doesn't feel like the circulation is cutting off..." He begins to squeeze his other leg into the suit. "What happens if I put the other leg in?..." He sees his finely-sculpted new legs, contrasted against his protruding stomach. "Pretty weird." He proceeds to stick his left arm in. "Getting this in here is gonna be fun..." His arm also conforms to the suit. He uses this newly-diminished left arm to guide his right arm into the suit. He holds both of his arms out, beholding his now much smaller form. He caresses his body. "Wow... It all went in. How does this fit everything?" His body begins to tremble and shake. "Uhh... AAAAGHHHH..." POOF! His hair lengthens, almost covering his vision, still allowing his chest to be seen exploding out. Hair covers his vision. He brushes his hair to the side. "Huh?... Is there a mirror in here?" He turns to his left, revealing a mirror, showing that he now has the body of an incredibly curvaceous female, complete with a simplified face similar to Girlfriend's from the first part. He (she?) screams at the shock of the new countenance.
The new server checks herself out in the mirror, her expression confused. "Okay... Well... I'm not dreaming, and it's too soon for any drugged complimentary snacks to kick in... Can't rule out some bad food from home... But how am I gonna deal with this? Am I just like this now?" She tugs at the neck, inadvertently pressing her breasts together for the benefit of the viewer. "At least it comes off the neck... For now..." She turns to her right, offering a side view of her new body. "And I can tell where the extra mass went..." A pair of hands reaches up from behind her. Girlfriend lifts and gropes the new server's breasts as she presses her body against the new server's back. "I heard screaming. Looks like everything's in working order. The new server gets away from her, backing up against a wall and covering her breasts with one arm. "What the hell?! Do you squeeze all your employees like that?!" Girlfriend smugly lifts her own breasts with one arm, and bites the index finger on the other before answering. "Every day, before their shift. Helps with team-building." The server groans. "Ugh... Well, what's the deal with this weird-ass suit, then?" "I told you, you'd be on the service floor, didn't I?" "Yeah, so what?" Girlfriend rests one hand on her hip and points with the other. "So, you're under a lot of scrutiny as a person, aren't you? You've got people wanting to see you taken down. This way, you can lay low for a while, and make some income. A pretty good income, once you learn how to shake what we've given you." "Well... How long is the learning process?" asks the new server, nervously. Girlfriend puts her arm around the new server's waist. "Trust me, you'll find the new you in no time." "I... I guess."
The new server holds a plate with a burger and fries in one hand, a plate with a paper bowl of chicken wings in the other, and a plate holding a pitcher of beer on top of her head. She swings her hips and steps sharply as Girlfriend gives her advice from offscreen. "Eyes ahead. Don't try so hard to compensate for a slight plate tilt, or you'll end up spilling it yourself. Watch your pace! I don't want to see a single drop spill out of that pitcher! Good hip-swing. Keep the motion in your lower body to keep it out of the upper body. If you want to get to point B quicker, use longer strides! Less wobbling, and you get to show off those sexy legs of yours!" Girlfriend slaps the ass of the new server with a strip of leather, causing the new server to let out a "Yowlp!" and start spilling the plates. The new server cleans the mess on all fours with a rag, showing her breasts and ass. Girlfriend stands behind her. "Once you get that cleaned up, we'll practice spanking until you stop jumping. Girlfriend tucks and ties the new server's hair back into a ponytail. "Keeping hair out of your face is important in food service!" Girlfriend offers a wide smile with sparkling eyes, and points at her grinning mouth. "Now, let's see that smile! Show me how you greet our customers!" The new server offers a nervous look, and then a nervous smile. Girlfriend shakes her head. "No, no... That won't do at all. You can't serve customers at Bubbleheads* with worries on your brow!" She turns and points a determined finger. "Here we serve customers an easy evening with easy girls! *Editor's note: I had the restaurant named Snu-Dip in part 1, as a placeholder. It's called Bubbleheads now.
#rubber #catsuit #tgfantasy #fantasytg #fnf #fnfgirlfriend
A story I've actually drawn instead of letting it broil, inspired by the work of a person whom I can't seem to find now.
I wrote a gender chaotic tale of boy meets girl, boy drinks potion to be the girl's dream, girl is a secret lesbian, boy becomes girl's dream girl. "The Girly Drink"
#Tgfantasy #smut #humor
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