What!? Am I just so dim that I never knew you have a TG-Caption blog, Clair!?! (Which has now been added to my roll, sweetie.) And, now that I've found your place and these lovely captions of yours, I cannot help but share my thoughts on where thing might lead so, I hope you don't mind, dear. I will take 'no!' for an answer if you feel that I push thing farther than you'd like me to go.
"... "Twelve hours!?" gasped Corey as his voice rose and his perspective lowered with the metamorphosis now altering his body. He dropped the medallion and the shirt Craig(?) had handed him and sat on the bed to get off his wobbling legs. "But, what about your pare... And Lori?! What'll she do if..."
*giggle* "Don't worry, dude," Craig interrupted. "Our folks are driving Lori back to college so, we've got the house all to ourselves for the weekend," soothed Craig as he sauntered in the likeness his of Clarissa towards his gradually transforming friend. "So, relax, buddy. Let's have some fun together!"
Corey pulled the neck of his t-shirt out to look at the breasts slowly swelling in his chest, then at the enticing lobes of flesh on Craig's copy of his girlfriend's hot body. "Uh, Craig; You wanna... uh, cover those babies up? And, if I'm turning into, like, 'Lori'... Won't the be a little... Weird?"
"What? These? Don't you like my pretty-titties, Corey? I do! The feel even better than the look," cooed the beautiful blonde as he cupped his breasts and gave both their puffy, pink areolae a pinch. "Buu-uut, You're not actually turning into a copy of my sister. You see, the shirt I handed you is the one that I wore last time I turned into her. And this brilliant, canary shirt is the one my kinky Clarissa was wearing when she and the 'Lori/me' indulged her lesbian longings." A sharp inhale by Craig was followed by a slight shiver and goosebumps covering his female flesh - adding prominently to the erect state of 'her' nipples - as he recalled their explorations. "So, you're becoming a copy of the 'Lori-me' while I was getting very intimate with a Clarissa, who I've become the 'splittin' image of'! Now, why don't you call me 'Clair', and I'll help you get out of those silly, boy-clothes so we can get...more comfortable?" ..."
There's more that comes to mind here, but I'll leave it at that. Peace,Lust&Kinkiness!!! Elle
What!? Am I just so dim that I never knew you have a TG-Caption blog, Clair!?! (Which has now been added to my roll, sweetie.)
ReplyDeleteAnd, now that I've found your place and these lovely captions of yours, I cannot help but share my thoughts on where thing might lead so, I hope you don't mind, dear. I will take 'no!' for an answer if you feel that I push thing farther than you'd like me to go.
"...
"Twelve hours!?" gasped Corey as his voice rose and his perspective lowered with the metamorphosis now altering his body. He dropped the medallion and the shirt Craig(?) had handed him and sat on the bed to get off his wobbling legs. "But, what about your pare... And Lori?! What'll she do if..."
*giggle* "Don't worry, dude," Craig interrupted. "Our folks are driving Lori back to college so, we've got the house all to ourselves for the weekend," soothed Craig as he sauntered in the likeness his of Clarissa towards his gradually transforming friend. "So, relax, buddy. Let's have some fun together!"
Corey pulled the neck of his t-shirt out to look at the breasts slowly swelling in his chest, then at the enticing lobes of flesh on Craig's copy of his girlfriend's hot body. "Uh, Craig; You wanna... uh, cover those babies up? And, if I'm turning into, like, 'Lori'... Won't the be a little... Weird?"
"What? These? Don't you like my pretty-titties, Corey? I do! The feel even better than the look," cooed the beautiful blonde as he cupped his breasts and gave both their puffy, pink areolae a pinch. "Buu-uut, You're not actually turning into a copy of my sister. You see, the shirt I handed you is the one that I wore last time I turned into her. And this brilliant, canary shirt is the one my kinky Clarissa was wearing when she and the 'Lori/me' indulged her lesbian longings." A sharp inhale by Craig was followed by a slight shiver and goosebumps covering his female flesh - adding prominently to the erect state of 'her' nipples - as he recalled their explorations.
"So, you're becoming a copy of the 'Lori-me' while I was getting very intimate with a Clarissa, who I've become the 'splittin' image of'! Now, why don't you call me 'Clair', and I'll help you get out of those silly, boy-clothes so we can get...more comfortable?"
..."
There's more that comes to mind here, but I'll leave it at that.
Peace,Lust&Kinkiness!!!
Elle