TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

 

 

You knew you shouldn’t have taken that stupid bet! You had bet against Stan, the other manager at your work, that you would get more sales than him this month. And the loser would have to be the winner’s secretary for a full week, and take an X-Change pill as well, which would make the loser a woman during that time on top of it. And obviously you ended up losing, and not by a small margin either, which meant that you would be the one switching jobs and genders for a week. You felt a little apprehensive when Stan brought you that little pink pill, but a bet was a bet, and you were a fair player. So, you brought the pill home, and got ready to take it before work on Monday. The moment you gulped down that pill, you didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this. Strange pulling, shifting, bloating, shrinking, and growing, all happening simultaneously all over your body. It all happened at once, so it was hard to keep track of what was happening, what was going on. But as the changes s...

“I wish to have an ultra masculine body and life!” “Granted!” A flash of light blinded you, and you felt a sense of displacement, vertigo rising as you felt like you changed place without actually moving. When you regained your senses, you felt like everything was wrong, so, so very wrong. A gruff masculine voice sounded from beside you, reminiscent of your own, but deeper, more masculine. “Sweet! It worked! Wow, I am so buff now.” Standing besides you was, well… you. But taller, with more muscle, virile face with a faint stubble and square jaw. Confused, you looked down and were greeted by the exact opposite. Long blonde hair framed your vision, a pair of tits stood proudly on your chest, your skin smooth and shiny and devoid of any muscles, just the pale softness of perfectly feminine skin. “Hey Genie, what the fuck is this?” You exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, distraught and confused by the result of your wish. “His wish has been granted. I have made him as masculine as possible,...

As a youth, you had always wanted to visit Japan, and now the dream had finally come true. Your passion for the country had started like many others in anime at a young age, but quickly went beyond that, as you learned more about the Japanese culture, their cuisine, their way of life, and even their language, taking a few courses in college and learning quite a bit about the three writing systems, the hiragana, katakana and kanji, as well as the spoken language. All that cumulating to your month-long trip to the country, where you not only visited the big cities like Kyoto and Tokyo, but the countryside as well, immersing yourself with the locals and even living with a family you had connected with online for over a week. All and all it was an enlightening experience, but now it was time to come back home to the west. It was bittersweet, you missed home but at the same time you felt like you never wanted this wonderful trip to end. So, it was in a somber mood that you made your way to ...

  Another lonely Friday evening. There you were, sitting all by yourself, in your small bachelor pad, feeling dissatisfied with everything in your life. Nothing was engaging, you had your laptop out for some video games, but after 30 minutes of trying to find a game to play you gave up on that. You then browsed the TV for something interesting to watch. Once again, in vain. Everything on there you had either already seen, or looked absolutely unwatchable. You sighed in despair as you closed the TV, not sure what else to do with your boring evening. Not tired enough for bed already, so that wasn’t an option. Read a book? Once again, you have already read everything in your collection, and besides, you didn’t want to commit to what would be hours and hours of reading. Sounds from outside caught your attention. You walked up to the window and immediately as you opened the shades you were blinded by lights. Across the street from you, the huge fancy hotel was having one of its famously...

You just got off the bus and are walking the few blocks left towards your home, after a long and tiring day at work, working overtime until nightfall. If only you could release a bit of tension at home with your beautiful wife once you get there, but after years of marriage with her you know not to expect much. What excuse is she going to bring up tonight? The "It's getting late and I am too tired" or the "I don't feel so good, I have stomach cramps / a headache"? You groan in frustration. As you turn a corner something grabs your attention. You notice a shop that was not there yesterday, which is strange as you walk the exact same path home every day. The rustic exterior does not fit in well with the modern buildings surrounding it. The wooden walls and stone chimney from which multi-colored smoke comes it enforces the mystical aura surrounding it. Curious, you walk up the few steps to the wooden door, which opens under your push with a creak and the ring o...