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Credits: ’s Caption Creator , (Naminé), O tzipai-Art (Agrabah), (Kingdom Key)

EDIT 7/24/2023: Updated cap formatting.

Word Count: 506

Decided to get a little more experimental with this one—using MikuMikuDance models to make my caption images! I’m fairly certain I’ll run out of interesting images to use, so I want to branch out a little, see how well it works.

I’m also going to be slowing down the amount of TF/TG caps I put out—I don’t wanna burn myself out and/or run out of ideas to produce content with. Hopefully that won’t disappoint too many people of you out there. I gotta pace myself, y’know?

I think this turned out not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I probably won’t be making this a regular thing, but I might use it again here and there. We’ll see!

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Caption Text:

Form-changing magic isn’t something to sneeze about.

There’s a reason why Donald’s the one that does it for us—one mistake, and you could be stuck as something embarrassing for quite a while.

But with the three of us separated on Agrabah and our Gummi Ship… not exactly usable right now, I didn’t have a choice but to try using it myself.

Look, it was hot, I wear all-black clothes, I was way too far from wherever Aladdin was, and I didn’t recognize anyone around—so until I managed to find Donald and Goofy again, I’d have to at least blend in a little better. I found a secluded place to hide, lifted my Keyblade into the air, and willed the magic into existence.

“Well… here we go!” I said.

Sparks flew from the tip of my Keyblade and started spinning all about my body—but things went off the rails from there. My first clue that something was wrong was when my clothes poofed into sand and left me barely covered in the desert.

“Wh-What the—!?” I yelped. “H-Hey!”

My whole body tingled and shifted uncomfortably: my torso caved in, my face felt like it was compressing, my hair fell down and looked notably lighter, and my butt inflated against the wall. But most frighteningly of all, I felt my chest expand and my crotch disappear—and in the hot breeze, it made me blush hard.

“What’s g-going—!?” I tried to say—but I stopped upon hearing my voice sound like… N-Naminé!?

Clothes reformed on my body shortly afterward—but it only made things more mortifying. Before too long, I was wearing some kind of bra, a skirt-ish thing with fabric-y pants, some poofy sleeves, a veil… It—It was a lot like the clothes I saw some girls wear in Agrabah, actually.

“H-How did this happen…?” I murmured to myself, looking over myself—and the girl I had become. “I never thought I’d see Naminé’s body like this… W-Wasn’t she supposed to be with Kairi? So how did—ugh, th-think about that later!”

Desperately, I tried to reverse the changes with my Keyblade—but no matter what I did, no form-changing magic came out of it. Without Donald to get me out of this situation… I was stuck. Stuck in Agrabah, stuck as a girl, stuck as Naminé—and it didn’t help that, despite having an outfit to wear, I felt just so… exposed.

I placed a hand to the side of my face. Soft and sensitive, just like the rest of me.

I sighed.

“At least I fit in now,” I said. “Now I just need to figure out a way to get more Munny—‘cause something tells me I’ll be here a while…”

I wiggled my hips around—now that I thought about it, Naminé’s hips seemed pretty fit for dancing… B-But was that really what I wanted to do? With the body of my best friend’s Nobody, even…?

…I don’t have much of a choice, though. Ugh, why couldn’t there be more Heartless in this region…? They were a good source of free Munny…

Description
Credits: ’s Caption Creator , (Naminé), O tzipai-Art (Agrabah), (Kingdom Key)

EDIT 7/24/2023: Updated cap formatting.

Word Count: 506

Decided to get a little more experimental with this one—using MikuMikuDance models to make my caption images! I’m fairly certain I’ll run out of interesting images to use, so I want to branch out a little, see how well it works.

I’m also going to be slowing down the amount of TF/TG caps I put out—I don’t wanna burn myself out and/or run out of ideas to produce content with. Hopefully that won’t disappoint too many people of you out there. I gotta pace myself, y’know?

I think this turned out not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I probably won’t be making this a regular thing, but I might use it again here and there. We’ll see!

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Caption Text:

Form-changing magic isn’t something to sneeze about.

There’s a reason why Donald’s the one that does it for us—one mistake, and you could be stuck as something embarrassing for quite a while.

But with the three of us separated on Agrabah and our Gummi Ship… not exactly usable right now, I didn’t have a choice but to try using it myself.

Look, it was hot, I wear all-black clothes, I was way too far from wherever Aladdin was, and I didn’t recognize anyone around—so until I managed to find Donald and Goofy again, I’d have to at least blend in a little better. I found a secluded place to hide, lifted my Keyblade into the air, and willed the magic into existence.

“Well… here we go!” I said.

Sparks flew from the tip of my Keyblade and started spinning all about my body—but things went off the rails from there. My first clue that something was wrong was when my clothes poofed into sand and left me barely covered in the desert.

“Wh-What the—!?” I yelped. “H-Hey!”

My whole body tingled and shifted uncomfortably: my torso caved in, my face felt like it was compressing, my hair fell down and looked notably lighter, and my butt inflated against the wall. But most frighteningly of all, I felt my chest expand and my crotch disappear—and in the hot breeze, it made me blush hard.

“What’s g-going—!?” I tried to say—but I stopped upon hearing my voice sound like… N-Naminé!?

Clothes reformed on my body shortly afterward—but it only made things more mortifying. Before too long, I was wearing some kind of bra, a skirt-ish thing with fabric-y pants, some poofy sleeves, a veil… It—It was a lot like the clothes I saw some girls wear in Agrabah, actually.

“H-How did this happen…?” I murmured to myself, looking over myself—and the girl I had become. “I never thought I’d see Naminé’s body like this… W-Wasn’t she supposed to be with Kairi? So how did—ugh, th-think about that later!”

Desperately, I tried to reverse the changes with my Keyblade—but no matter what I did, no form-changing magic came out of it. Without Donald to get me out of this situation… I was stuck. Stuck in Agrabah, stuck as a girl, stuck as Naminé—and it didn’t help that, despite having an outfit to wear, I felt just so… exposed.

I placed a hand to the side of my face. Soft and sensitive, just like the rest of me.

I sighed.

“At least I fit in now,” I said. “Now I just need to figure out a way to get more Munny—‘cause something tells me I’ll be here a while…”

I wiggled my hips around—now that I thought about it, Naminé’s hips seemed pretty fit for dancing… B-But was that really what I wanted to do? With the body of my best friend’s Nobody, even…?

…I don’t have much of a choice, though. Ugh, why couldn’t there be more Heartless in this region…? They were a good source of free Munny…