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Hi! I’m Tara! I’m from the UK, I’m 19, and I love TG stuff. I’ve been reading it since I was like 16, and it’s real fun. I don’t know why but I get a real kick out of turning guys into girls, it’s weird but everyone’s a bit weird. I’ve been wanting to get into caps for a while, but I didn’t know where to begin, so I messaged Tom at and he helped me out with making my first caps! Even had some story input as well because I’m not great at it. I hope you all enjoy what I’m doing and don’t hate me or think I’m too weird!
I’m going to post as often as I can, but since I’m at school and so on I can’t do too much. I hope I can make some friends on here, my email’s tgtaradev@gmail.com , hit me up if you wanna talk or anything. And if you’ve got any requests just note me and I’ll see what I can do about making them real for you! I’m all about helping people and being cool and stuff so don’t worry about asking. I think this is going to be real fun.
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Ms. Fenstone continued to eat her dinner, while her too guests looked on in amazement. Not only had she silenced a thorny political dissident thousands of miles away, but she’d converted him into the perfect assassin, a true femme fatale, right before their very eyes. It might have been a side effect of the gene transformation for him to become a woman, but neither of them were going to complain. The results spoke for themselves. This was a technology worth an incalculable sum. Trillions, and she was offering it to them.

“Well gentlemen?” Ms. Fenstone smiled, “the girl asked you a question. We can go two ways with this, you can choose a target, and then our little agent can take them out. Or you can choose a target and we share the love so to speak, two little agents for the price of one. Though the price will be considerable. It was easy to say that there was no conferring between the two. They wanted to see more, one amazing femme fatal wasn’t enough. She had to prove she could make more.

Next target? Lord Carlton Fairbanks, owner of most of central London, and a financier of some liberal groups in the United States. Ms. Fenstone took a particular zeal in hunting down the liberal types, but then again she took a particular zeal in hunting down anyone at all. The agent found her way to the Lord’s house, and managed to get inside under the cover of posing as an art student looking for a location. The servants could hardly say no to such a fascinating and beautiful creature could they?

She quickly made her way to the Lord’s bed chambers, inferring from the layout of the house and the time of day that he was likely still in bed. Once she arrived in the dark room, she tiptoed past the bed, and then produced a small vial containing the miracle liquid. It was carefully spooled out onto the Lord’s face, and then she left in a hurry. The transformation would be a trying one, and she didn’t want to be around should he, or she, fall into distress. Within an hour, the door to her car opened, and in stepped another beautiful woman, with the same blank stare, and the same dedication to the cause.

“How’s that?” Fenstone asked, showing them the final footage of the two waiting patiently for further orders. “Can I put you down for a unit each?”

They nodded enthusiastically.

“A unit? How much is that? One vial?” one asked, to which Fenstone laughed.

“One agent,” she replied. “There’s no price in the world that I would take the formula for. That stuff can create an army, turn nations against one another, and destroy the world if left in the wrong hands i.e. any hands except mine.”

One stood, angry, and then turned to leave.

“I had a feeling you might have taken it this way. The two gentlemen stopped in their tracks, realising that there was something horribly wrong. They were suddenly so cold, and so hot at the same time. They collapsed in the restaurant, while the rest of the diners continued their meals, oblivious. All under the pay of Ms. Fenstone to look as naturally as possible. These two generals would make fine operatives, she would see to that.

Two more beautiful women stood, and awaited their orders.

Description

Hi! I’m Tara! I’m from the UK, I’m 19, and I love TG stuff. I’ve been reading it since I was like 16, and it’s real fun. I don’t know why but I get a real kick out of turning guys into girls, it’s weird but everyone’s a bit weird. I’ve been wanting to get into caps for a while, but I didn’t know where to begin, so I messaged Tom at and he helped me out with making my first caps! Even had some story input as well because I’m not great at it. I hope you all enjoy what I’m doing and don’t hate me or think I’m too weird!
I’m going to post as often as I can, but since I’m at school and so on I can’t do too much. I hope I can make some friends on here, my email’s tgtaradev@gmail.com , hit me up if you wanna talk or anything. And if you’ve got any requests just note me and I’ll see what I can do about making them real for you! I’m all about helping people and being cool and stuff so don’t worry about asking. I think this is going to be real fun.
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Ms. Fenstone continued to eat her dinner, while her too guests looked on in amazement. Not only had she silenced a thorny political dissident thousands of miles away, but she’d converted him into the perfect assassin, a true femme fatale, right before their very eyes. It might have been a side effect of the gene transformation for him to become a woman, but neither of them were going to complain. The results spoke for themselves. This was a technology worth an incalculable sum. Trillions, and she was offering it to them.

“Well gentlemen?” Ms. Fenstone smiled, “the girl asked you a question. We can go two ways with this, you can choose a target, and then our little agent can take them out. Or you can choose a target and we share the love so to speak, two little agents for the price of one. Though the price will be considerable. It was easy to say that there was no conferring between the two. They wanted to see more, one amazing femme fatal wasn’t enough. She had to prove she could make more.

Next target? Lord Carlton Fairbanks, owner of most of central London, and a financier of some liberal groups in the United States. Ms. Fenstone took a particular zeal in hunting down the liberal types, but then again she took a particular zeal in hunting down anyone at all. The agent found her way to the Lord’s house, and managed to get inside under the cover of posing as an art student looking for a location. The servants could hardly say no to such a fascinating and beautiful creature could they?

She quickly made her way to the Lord’s bed chambers, inferring from the layout of the house and the time of day that he was likely still in bed. Once she arrived in the dark room, she tiptoed past the bed, and then produced a small vial containing the miracle liquid. It was carefully spooled out onto the Lord’s face, and then she left in a hurry. The transformation would be a trying one, and she didn’t want to be around should he, or she, fall into distress. Within an hour, the door to her car opened, and in stepped another beautiful woman, with the same blank stare, and the same dedication to the cause.

“How’s that?” Fenstone asked, showing them the final footage of the two waiting patiently for further orders. “Can I put you down for a unit each?”

They nodded enthusiastically.

“A unit? How much is that? One vial?” one asked, to which Fenstone laughed.

“One agent,” she replied. “There’s no price in the world that I would take the formula for. That stuff can create an army, turn nations against one another, and destroy the world if left in the wrong hands i.e. any hands except mine.”

One stood, angry, and then turned to leave.

“I had a feeling you might have taken it this way. The two gentlemen stopped in their tracks, realising that there was something horribly wrong. They were suddenly so cold, and so hot at the same time. They collapsed in the restaurant, while the rest of the diners continued their meals, oblivious. All under the pay of Ms. Fenstone to look as naturally as possible. These two generals would make fine operatives, she would see to that.

Two more beautiful women stood, and awaited their orders.