TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

People always say that honesty and communication are the prime pillars of a relationship. Turns out that wasn't the case in your own relationship. You should have seen it coming though, as your girlfriend could come off as a little crazy at times (in retrospect, batshit crazy, and most of the time). And all that occult goth stuff should have at least made you consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, this psycho girlfriend of yours was actually a witch. So when you tried talking to her about a fantasy you had that you wanted to try out in bed, she wasn't too happy. "You want to do what!? What the fuck is a petgirl fantasy? A Collar!? Are you insane! I am not some pet you can leash and walk on all fours you sicko! You want a fucking petgirl? Well you can be one! Have fun, bitch!" And with a snap of her fingers, everything around you warped, leaving you in a different place, in a different position, in a different body... Suddenly you felt off, you body feeling s...

You and your friend Steve were strolling downtown San Diego at night, bored out of your mind. It was past 3 AM and clubs were closed, but you didn't want to go back home yet, so you were searching for a place that was still opened and still served alcohol. You had quite a buzz going but Steve, on the other hand, was completely hammered, swaying as he walked and talking so loudly, he could be heard from across the street. “Hey Karl! Check it out, there is a whore right there! Think we should ask her to join us?” Looking where he was pointing you noticed who he was talking about. The woman was Hispanic looking, and did fit the Lady of the Night type, with a skirt so short that it would surely reveal everything underneath as soon as she bent down, heels that were clearly not made for walking, and a smoking cigarette in hand. She had obviously heard Steve talk, because he was so loud, and was now looking at the both of you. “Fuck no Steve, I’d rather not, who knows what kind of disease...

At first it was very gradual, so much that you started questioning yourself, your identity, your gender. Subtle mental changes were the first things to take place. You found yourself stopping by shop windows, staring at feminine garments, frilly dresses, cute skirts and matching bikinis, losing yourself in though while looking at them, then catching yourself doing it unconsciously. You told yourself that you were just imagining your girlfriend wearing those, her bountiful curves displayed in the colorful clothing. But after a while you couldn’t deny it, you were actually imagining yourself wearing these beautiful, but oh so feminine assortments. In secret you started trying on your girlfriend’s clothes, being careful not to get caught. You were surprised how much they felt comfortable, how they felt just right on your body, despite not being shaped properly for your masculine body. Then you started trying on her make up while she was gone for her girl's nights, making sure not to t...

You had no reason to complain. After all, one wish was infinitely better than no wish at all. But somehow you still felt bummed out about not having the classical three wishes. Oh well, you just had to make this single wish count, and you knew exactly what to wish for! "Genie! For my wish, I wish I had an absolutely gorgeous girlfriend who loved sex and couldn't say no to me!" The Genie smiled mischievously before snapping his fingers and disappearing in a cloud of smoke, uttering one last word, which echoed through your appartment. "Granted..." Once the smoke cleared you were surprised to find yourself facing... Yourself? The other you was staring at you, and exclaimed : "Wow it really worked! Holy shit you are gorgeous!" You felt dizzy, your head spinning as confusion filled you. What the hell just happened? Looking down you saw two huge breasts straining your top, locks of long hair spilling down from your shoulders. Wait that wasn't right! You ...

  You have to be careful when you wish upon a star. You never know who or what might be listening, and more importantly, how they are going to interpret said wish. In this particular situation, you had just been in another fight with your pregnant wife over something so meaningless that you already forgot what it was. But with the due date coming up faster and faster, and the hormones flooding her body, fights like these were more and more common. So you had stepped outside to take a breath and calm down, and hopefully your wife would do the same inside. The peaceful crisp night air helped you regain control, and you began to ponder your situation, as you noticed a shooting star passing by. That’s when, without a second thought, you said out loud. “I just wish I could help her more with the pregnancy.” Turns out, it wasn’t a shooting star that you saw that night. It was actually a small fairy passing by. Hearing your wish, she couldn’t help but feel the goodness of your intention, ...

Well, looks like you have been cursed. Turns out that joking with your friends that you love big tits on tiny girls, and that women should be less ashamed of their bodies, and shouldn’t complain about men staring is a punishable offense. At least, in the eyes of the witch who cursed you it was. Now the curse comes in two parts. First, since you liked big tits on small girls do much, she figured you should be free to stare at some just as much as you want. In the mirror, that is. And second, since girls should show off more, you’ll be showing off quite a lot yourself. Now whenever a guy asks,  you will more than happily strip for him , sensually revealing your feminine assets, all with a smile. I guess you should find a new group of friends to hang out with, because I have a feeling that with this gang of perverts you’llbe spending much more time naked than clothed. Good luck in your new busty life!

Your girlfriend and you have a nasty little habit, which is to always make snarky little comments on people you see out in the public. Never loud enough for them to hear mind you, but you constantly judge people around you, how they act, how they look. Usually all you get is some offended reaction when people near you overhear, sometimes a comment on how rude you are, but never anything too extreme. Until today. Today you happened to be sitting on the same bench as a very powerful reality altering witch when you started whispering to each other, just loud enough for her to hear. "Did you see what that girl was wearing? What a complete slut!" "Yeah and that one over there definitely doesn't have the shape required for those pants. I swear it should be illegal for fat women to wear leggings, absolutely hideous." "Oh my god you are so right! I swear to god it's almost like they have no shame or something. Don't they know they look so bad in those?...

In retrospect it was not a well thought out wish. For your defense, you were, as they say, young, dumb and full of cum. A lifetime of celibacy made you desperate, but not for love or a meaningful relationship, only for sex. Your nightly masturbation sessions left you more and more unsatisfied, and yearning for the real thing. So when you lucked out and found a golden token with the inscription " Good For One Wish ", you could help but jokingly exclaim. "Oh yeah? Well I totally wish I was having tons of mind shattering, orgasmic sex!" You started laughing, but quickly stopped, your smile vanishing as the coin puffed out of existence in a cloud of glittering pink smoke. You gasped in suprise as the smoke started whirling around you, first blocking your view, then covering all your other senses, leaving you in a world of pink. You tried screaming out for help, but your yell was silent, an empty scream as you were totally engulfed by the smoke. When the smoke cleared, e...