Cultural Chameleon

 

Omens

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Subjective Reality

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Caged in Caramel

 

Long Caption: Life Anew

I use AI images to get just the right vibes for my captions (and keep things royalty free and somewhat ethically sourced), but it is really hard to do POV shots. Anyways, I was very pleased with both of these results and wrote this long ass story as a result. Let me know what you think in the comments! <3 I love making immersive subject matter. 

Crawling Towards his Cock

 

Gal Pals

 

Vapid Vibes

 

Melted into Mother and Daughter

 

You are a woman. Forever.

 

Reality Girlified

 

Perverted Karma

 

Particle Swap

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Gov't Secrets

 Hi girlies! Lost the text to this batch. Sorry loves <3 

What the actual fuck?!

 

"What the actual fuck?"

A panicked shriek carried by an unfamiliar, smooth melodic voice cried out. Seconds ago, Thomas had been absent-mindedly crossing the street and scrolling on his phone, ogling at Instagram thirst images. He comes upon this pic of a blonde woman sitting in a café. Then, like the flip of a switch, his perspective is totally changed.

Manicured nails hold a new phone. Cherry lip balm teases his tongue. Delicately maintained, moisturized hair cascades down from his crown, tickling his bare shoulders and appearing shyly in his peripheral vision. His chest carries new, unknown weight, and a delightful flower aroma follows him.

She too had been browsing Instagram, but not the same way, just looking at inspo for some new outfits, and maybe a couple guys here and there. Thomas looks down at his body, shocked to see inviting cleavage, a girly pink dress, and a distinct lack of bulge. Not believing his eyes, he grabs his bosom and recoils at the sensitivity; an electric jolt from the squeeze. 

In a moment of intense vulnerability and fear, he grabs "her" purse and escapes into the café, desperately trying to ignore the new way his hips move and the smoothness of his hairless thighs as they brush together. Almost accidentally entering the men's room, he makes his way to the women's, praying for privacy. Alone now, he stares into the mirror. A beautiful blonde woman gazes fearfully back at him, her eyes wide in shock and surprise. He tenderly touches his face to try to dispel the illusion, but the image responds perfectly. He has somehow transformed into a woman. A really hot woman at that.

"Is this really me? Like, my make-up, my voice ... I'm so fucking smooth."

He rummages through his purse trying to piece together what the fuck is happening. Tampons, make-up, mints, business cards - and a driver's license. Sabrina Miller, 21 years old, and based on his documents, a secretary at a local firm.

"My name is Sabrina? I'm some super hot ... blonde, girly girl. This can't be real, like, no way."

Still in disbelief, he undresses, pulling the dress off and struggling to unclasp his bra. With a click, they are freed, his perky breasts bounce and jiggle, and he feels every little alien sensation. His large, sensitive areolas react to the cold air, and he feels a growing warmth in his crotch. Pulling down his panties, the loamy, sweet fragrance of his pussy fills his nose, his meaty labia dripping with womanly dew, adorned with neatly trimmed soft pubic hair. As a man, he would've done anything to see this woman naked. Now he has no choice. 

"Oh my godddd ... there's no way this is really me."

He notices as he speaks, his voice is distinctly feminine; the specific pitch and the way her carries his words is natural. His gestures are girly too - limp wrists, hands on hips, and a confident yet submissive posture. Dressing himself and leaving the café, he sees emergency response vehicles rushing to the scene of an accident. A young man had just been killed by a semi-truck. Some force of the universe must have had other plans.

Accidental Enlightenment

 

"Ethan had been super excited to go to this new music festival this year. Tons of his favorite bands were performing, and he thought it would be a great time to get high as FUCK! Once he arrived and he and his buddies had made a little base camp, he busted out the shrooms. He took a lot, way more than he was used to. YOLO, right? He chowed down on about seven or eight grams of the stuff, and downed it with some lemon water for good measure. Then, fuck it, dropped a tab of LSD too. 

After about thirty minutes, it kicked in. He was listening to this psychedelic rock act. As the drug started to take hold, his vision began to feel like watercolors. His senses melded and warped together, lapsing in and out of conscious processing, the music influencing his sensations and his sensations influencing the music. He began to feel his body melt, and this idea form in his head. "I am connected with the universe." It was more of a feeling than words. Pretty soon, his experience was incomprehensible bliss, overcome with this feeling of oneness accompanied by dancing lights, colors and deeply spiritual imagery. As his ego became more and more intertwined with his senses, he came to a revelation. "I am everyone. Just not tuned into them yet." That was the last coherent thought he ascertained before he got completely lost in the experience. There was no Ethan, just the self.

Soon, his senses began returning to him. First, his vision began to stabilize. Still out in the desert. Then, his tactile senses began to return. But ... at first he thought he was still tripping, but something was off. As he moved, he felt daintier, fragile, and something jiggly attached to his chest that made itself known with every gesture.

"What the ..." a sultry, high whisper escaped his now quivering lips.

He was slowly inundated with a surprising revelation. His mouth was smaller, his tongue smaller, his hair long and tickling his back. He felt his erect nipples press against foreign fabric, and the fat deposits in his lower body sway as he scrambled to confirm his findings.

"Am I a ..." 

Curious, delicate fingers made their way to his new secret garden. Surely he's still tripping. He pressed in, feeling the outline of his vulva, the fabric moistened from sweat and drug-induced arousal. He let out a pathetic whimper. Reaching up to touch his face, he was met with delicate, well-maintained skin that delighted in response to his fingertips, and got a waft of foreign but enticing feminine musk as he did so. 

Another young lady approaches him, carrying a bottle of water. 

"Nicole, girl, you were rolling for three hours - you have to hydrate."

"But I'm n-not ..." Ethan tried to plead, tears welling in his eyes. Despite his shock, he tried to play it cool. Maybe I'm still just tripping. I'm probably still just tripping. As day turned to night, though, he realized he was in this for the long haul. He looked for his old body, but was soon herded back to the hotel with "Nicole's" friends, who believed her to be having a bad trip and took care of her for the rest of the vacation. Soon, "she" was back home, questioning her memory and sanity. "

Merry Early Christmas!

 Hi girlies, and welcome to my blog! 

I have been an avid consumer of TG content for several years. To be honest, I had a paranormal/spiritual experience last year that made me believe I could do it for real. But no need to worry about that : ) This is just an outlet for my mind to understand the details of what a body swap or whatever would actually be like. Sooo ... enjoy the content!