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Back To Work TG Caption

By. TheGuyWithoutaZ

I sat at my computer, just like I would any other day, scrolling through all the different social media tabs I had open on one monitor, my drawing app opened on the other. As I scrolled through Reddit, I saw a post where someone mentioned DeviantArt.

“That’s a site I haven’t gone to in years,” I said to no one in particular, looking around I remembered it was just me in the apartment, my fiancé was still at work. Out of sheer curiosity I loaded up DeviantArt and clicked on “Log In”, entering my old username and password I remembered that I’d deactivated my old account years ago at this point. Upon typing in my username, the screen flashed pink, something it had never done before.

“What the hell?” I asked myself as I backed away in my chair, suddenly the screen flashed again, and before I knew it there was a woman on my screen, she had long red hair and was wearing a flowy blue outfit. “Who are you?”

“I’m the one that’s been waiting for you to finally return, ‘GuyWithAZ’ oh wait… you abandoned that name, didn’t you?” the virtual woman folded her arms and stared at me, sending a shiver down my spine.

“How do you know me by that? Nobody ever saw my face connected to that account, I deactivated it for a reason…” I shook my head and slapped my own face gently a couple of times, thinking this was just some weird nightmare, it would be far from the strangest nightmare I’ve ever had.

“You know it’s one thing that you left, but you went and got rid of all your posts too! At least other captioners left their posts so people could still read them,” suddenly the woman stepped closer to the screen, and in a flash of pink and white she was standing in front of me, as real as the fear in my eyes with her appearance.

“Who are you? What are you doing here anyways?” I started to stand up from my chair, still trying to process the fact that she had just jumped out of my computer and was standing over me, when I stood up, she was a good few inches taller than me… women who are taller than me intimidate me.

“It’s a shame you don’t recognize me, you created me to hold you accountable after all. Do you not remember your final story?”

I sat there in silence for a moment, what was my final story? How should I remember it was 2019 that was a lifetime ago for me… was it the guy that had to cosplay Scarlet Witch? No…. Oh wait….. Stylist’s Son? Crap not that either….

“Struggling to remember, huh?” she laughed as she had clearly seen the mental struggle on my face, she snapped her fingers and my wrists were suddenly bound to my office chair, and the wheels became locked in place, she grabbed the broom from next to my desk and stuck the handle through the arms of my chair to firmly hold me in place, “let me spell it out for you doll, you had so many people wanting you to post more, that you created a story where your lack of posting caused YOU to become your next TG, as punishment for not posting in 4 months…. And now what’s it been, 3 years? Seems like more than enough time for a punishment to be in order.”

“What do you mean by punishment?” I began looking around, trying to see if I’d left anything sharp on my desk.

“Well, you did abandon TGs for so long…. Maybe I should remind you what they’re all about, so you can get back to work.”

The woman began to laugh as she began moving her hands around in a strange pattern, I may have written what she did loosely years ago but seeing it in person was somehow even more terrifying. She started by holding her hands up like she was measuring a length, then slowly decreased that length, as she did I felt my feet lift off the ground, shrinking my height from 6’1 to a mere 5’7.

Next, she made a motion up each of her arms like she was using an electric razor, with those motions, all of the hair on my body from my beard down to my feet faded away, leaving me smooth and cold. Her next motion was to trace a figure-eight in the air, as she did I felt my waist begin to crunch, the small bit of muscle I’d built fizzling away as the muscle and fat began flowing down to my thighs and butt, raising me up in the chair even more, the rest of the fat filled my chest, causing it to inflate to a D-Cup chest, giving me a fully female body from the neck down.

“Looking good so far, but I still have some work to do.” She laughed as she stepped back to admire her work so far. “In your old story you had me make you a redhead, but since I’m in charge here, I think I like your to be all natural” she said as she began brushing her own hair, as she did it caused mine to grow down further and further until a sea of brunette hair with a wave to it had grown a decent way down my back, resting between my shoulder blades.

She stepped back and thought again, then leaned in and instead of moving her hands in the air, she started grabbing at my face, squeezing the side of my head as I could feel my face reconstructing like clay in her hands, when she stepped back my nose was smaller, my lips were fuller and my face was significantly slimmer.

“You’ve read enough captions to know what happens next” she grinned and flicked the air with her fingers, sending a pulse right between my legs, and in the blink of an eye…. It was official, I was a woman.

“Wow you turned out so much sexier with a woman and the wheel of your transformation, but you can’t just sit around here like this, it’s a new life for you not just a new body, so let’s get you out of those baggy clothes” she snapped her fingers and I was suddenly wearing nothing with a terrifying view of my new female form.

“Change me back!” I demanded in my now soft female voice, “you can’t make me stay like this”

“I can, and I will, you’re lucky I’m being so generous that I’m not JUST leaving you her, now say, you wrote a few good stories, what was your favorite?”

“I don’t know? That was a different time in my life!”

“So many options, but I can only leave you with one…. Well I can only leave you with one RIGHT NOW” she teased, conjuring up a phone for herself and scrolling through what I assumed was somehow my old work. Let’s see here… Scarlet Witch… a couple of Belles…. Halloween is still a month away, but those could be fun. Oh a few wrestling ones, but AJ Lee and Nikki Bella are so Diva’s Era… ah, now this one, one of your more popular ones.”

“Which one….” I was filled with dread as I uselessly tried to remove myself from the binds holding me down.

“Oh it’d be too easy to tell you, I’ll just let you see for yourself… be sure to enjoy your new life though”

She laughed and snapped her fingers, my whole vision blurred as I was surrounded in a pink mist that made the whole apartment impossible to see. Once it faded, I looked around, the apartment looked the same, but my chair was much softer, I stood up, my wrists no longer bound, and I began to wobble. I looked down and saw my new rack blocking a large portion of my vision, but I could at least see a pair of purple stilettos on my stocking covered legs. I stumbled my way to the bedroom, holding the wall for stability, I had some strange white bracelets on my wrists, when I stepped into the bedroom, my side of the bed was different, instead of my normal dark blue pillowcase there was a midnight purple one instead, I turned around and looked where my fiancé’s makeup table normally was to try and see myself in her mirror, but weirdly it was on my side of the room, when I finally got a look at myself in the mirror, it was exactly what I’d feared.

When I looked at my reflection, looking back at me was a busty woman in a purple Playboy Bunny outfit.

“Log back into DeviantArt I said, it’ll be fun to see what the last three years of TGs are like I said…. How could it possibly cause me to get turned into a Playboy Bunny Girl? Of course it would…” I muttered to myself, deciding that at least I could try and borrow something from my fiancé to wear to get out of the tight fitting bunny suit that was giving me a hell of a wedgie, I walked into our shared walk-in closet, and it seemed like our sides of the closet had been swapped, but I don’t remember her owning anything like the clothes I saw, I turned around and on what was supposed to be her side of the closet was my tie rack I kept for my office job, I began browsing through my neckties, but I didn’t recognize any of them…

Before I could say anything, an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards.

“There you are baby… got all dressed up for me and everything to welcome me home too?” A man’s voice said from behind, I was panicking, who the hell was this guy, and why was he calling me ‘baby’? I turned around to look at him, and he looked exactly like my fiancé…. If my fiancé had been a man…. That’s when the strange women’s words echoed in my mind…

“I’ll just let you see for yourself… be sure to enjoy your new life though”

That evil bitch had not only turned me into a woman… but now my fiancé was a man? And this was normal to her… well… him? I hadn’t even noticed that I was the one wearing the engagement ring now, nor had I noticed that all of our photos had been altered to look like we’d always been this way.

Before I could even say anything, my fiancé had taken off the necktie he was wearing, and used it to pull me in, binding my wrists behind my back with his necktie and whispering in my ear…

“How about we hop on over to bed… I’ve got something for you”

I don’t know how I got here really…. How my whole relationship quite literally got flipped, but something tells I’m about to learn A LOT about my new body…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So uh... yeah.... I'm back? Some of you may remember me.... but most people probably don't. I used to be "TheGuyWithAZ", if people care enough to know there's a very long story for why I vanished years ago and removed all of my captions, but now, low and behold, I've returned with my first caption since I deleted my old account in 2019, hopefully I'll get back to doing more, I remember having fun with these.

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Back To Work TG Caption

By. TheGuyWithoutaZ

I sat at my computer, just like I would any other day, scrolling through all the different social media tabs I had open on one monitor, my drawing app opened on the other. As I scrolled through Reddit, I saw a post where someone mentioned DeviantArt.

“That’s a site I haven’t gone to in years,” I said to no one in particular, looking around I remembered it was just me in the apartment, my fiancé was still at work. Out of sheer curiosity I loaded up DeviantArt and clicked on “Log In”, entering my old username and password I remembered that I’d deactivated my old account years ago at this point. Upon typing in my username, the screen flashed pink, something it had never done before.

“What the hell?” I asked myself as I backed away in my chair, suddenly the screen flashed again, and before I knew it there was a woman on my screen, she had long red hair and was wearing a flowy blue outfit. “Who are you?”

“I’m the one that’s been waiting for you to finally return, ‘GuyWithAZ’ oh wait… you abandoned that name, didn’t you?” the virtual woman folded her arms and stared at me, sending a shiver down my spine.

“How do you know me by that? Nobody ever saw my face connected to that account, I deactivated it for a reason…” I shook my head and slapped my own face gently a couple of times, thinking this was just some weird nightmare, it would be far from the strangest nightmare I’ve ever had.

“You know it’s one thing that you left, but you went and got rid of all your posts too! At least other captioners left their posts so people could still read them,” suddenly the woman stepped closer to the screen, and in a flash of pink and white she was standing in front of me, as real as the fear in my eyes with her appearance.

“Who are you? What are you doing here anyways?” I started to stand up from my chair, still trying to process the fact that she had just jumped out of my computer and was standing over me, when I stood up, she was a good few inches taller than me… women who are taller than me intimidate me.

“It’s a shame you don’t recognize me, you created me to hold you accountable after all. Do you not remember your final story?”

I sat there in silence for a moment, what was my final story? How should I remember it was 2019 that was a lifetime ago for me… was it the guy that had to cosplay Scarlet Witch? No…. Oh wait….. Stylist’s Son? Crap not that either….

“Struggling to remember, huh?” she laughed as she had clearly seen the mental struggle on my face, she snapped her fingers and my wrists were suddenly bound to my office chair, and the wheels became locked in place, she grabbed the broom from next to my desk and stuck the handle through the arms of my chair to firmly hold me in place, “let me spell it out for you doll, you had so many people wanting you to post more, that you created a story where your lack of posting caused YOU to become your next TG, as punishment for not posting in 4 months…. And now what’s it been, 3 years? Seems like more than enough time for a punishment to be in order.”

“What do you mean by punishment?” I began looking around, trying to see if I’d left anything sharp on my desk.

“Well, you did abandon TGs for so long…. Maybe I should remind you what they’re all about, so you can get back to work.”

The woman began to laugh as she began moving her hands around in a strange pattern, I may have written what she did loosely years ago but seeing it in person was somehow even more terrifying. She started by holding her hands up like she was measuring a length, then slowly decreased that length, as she did I felt my feet lift off the ground, shrinking my height from 6’1 to a mere 5’7.

Next, she made a motion up each of her arms like she was using an electric razor, with those motions, all of the hair on my body from my beard down to my feet faded away, leaving me smooth and cold. Her next motion was to trace a figure-eight in the air, as she did I felt my waist begin to crunch, the small bit of muscle I’d built fizzling away as the muscle and fat began flowing down to my thighs and butt, raising me up in the chair even more, the rest of the fat filled my chest, causing it to inflate to a D-Cup chest, giving me a fully female body from the neck down.

“Looking good so far, but I still have some work to do.” She laughed as she stepped back to admire her work so far. “In your old story you had me make you a redhead, but since I’m in charge here, I think I like your to be all natural” she said as she began brushing her own hair, as she did it caused mine to grow down further and further until a sea of brunette hair with a wave to it had grown a decent way down my back, resting between my shoulder blades.

She stepped back and thought again, then leaned in and instead of moving her hands in the air, she started grabbing at my face, squeezing the side of my head as I could feel my face reconstructing like clay in her hands, when she stepped back my nose was smaller, my lips were fuller and my face was significantly slimmer.

“You’ve read enough captions to know what happens next” she grinned and flicked the air with her fingers, sending a pulse right between my legs, and in the blink of an eye…. It was official, I was a woman.

“Wow you turned out so much sexier with a woman and the wheel of your transformation, but you can’t just sit around here like this, it’s a new life for you not just a new body, so let’s get you out of those baggy clothes” she snapped her fingers and I was suddenly wearing nothing with a terrifying view of my new female form.

“Change me back!” I demanded in my now soft female voice, “you can’t make me stay like this”

“I can, and I will, you’re lucky I’m being so generous that I’m not JUST leaving you her, now say, you wrote a few good stories, what was your favorite?”

“I don’t know? That was a different time in my life!”

“So many options, but I can only leave you with one…. Well I can only leave you with one RIGHT NOW” she teased, conjuring up a phone for herself and scrolling through what I assumed was somehow my old work. Let’s see here… Scarlet Witch… a couple of Belles…. Halloween is still a month away, but those could be fun. Oh a few wrestling ones, but AJ Lee and Nikki Bella are so Diva’s Era… ah, now this one, one of your more popular ones.”

“Which one….” I was filled with dread as I uselessly tried to remove myself from the binds holding me down.

“Oh it’d be too easy to tell you, I’ll just let you see for yourself… be sure to enjoy your new life though”

She laughed and snapped her fingers, my whole vision blurred as I was surrounded in a pink mist that made the whole apartment impossible to see. Once it faded, I looked around, the apartment looked the same, but my chair was much softer, I stood up, my wrists no longer bound, and I began to wobble. I looked down and saw my new rack blocking a large portion of my vision, but I could at least see a pair of purple stilettos on my stocking covered legs. I stumbled my way to the bedroom, holding the wall for stability, I had some strange white bracelets on my wrists, when I stepped into the bedroom, my side of the bed was different, instead of my normal dark blue pillowcase there was a midnight purple one instead, I turned around and looked where my fiancé’s makeup table normally was to try and see myself in her mirror, but weirdly it was on my side of the room, when I finally got a look at myself in the mirror, it was exactly what I’d feared.

When I looked at my reflection, looking back at me was a busty woman in a purple Playboy Bunny outfit.

“Log back into DeviantArt I said, it’ll be fun to see what the last three years of TGs are like I said…. How could it possibly cause me to get turned into a Playboy Bunny Girl? Of course it would…” I muttered to myself, deciding that at least I could try and borrow something from my fiancé to wear to get out of the tight fitting bunny suit that was giving me a hell of a wedgie, I walked into our shared walk-in closet, and it seemed like our sides of the closet had been swapped, but I don’t remember her owning anything like the clothes I saw, I turned around and on what was supposed to be her side of the closet was my tie rack I kept for my office job, I began browsing through my neckties, but I didn’t recognize any of them…

Before I could say anything, an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards.

“There you are baby… got all dressed up for me and everything to welcome me home too?” A man’s voice said from behind, I was panicking, who the hell was this guy, and why was he calling me ‘baby’? I turned around to look at him, and he looked exactly like my fiancé…. If my fiancé had been a man…. That’s when the strange women’s words echoed in my mind…

“I’ll just let you see for yourself… be sure to enjoy your new life though”

That evil bitch had not only turned me into a woman… but now my fiancé was a man? And this was normal to her… well… him? I hadn’t even noticed that I was the one wearing the engagement ring now, nor had I noticed that all of our photos had been altered to look like we’d always been this way.

Before I could even say anything, my fiancé had taken off the necktie he was wearing, and used it to pull me in, binding my wrists behind my back with his necktie and whispering in my ear…

“How about we hop on over to bed… I’ve got something for you”

I don’t know how I got here really…. How my whole relationship quite literally got flipped, but something tells I’m about to learn A LOT about my new body…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So uh... yeah.... I'm back? Some of you may remember me.... but most people probably don't. I used to be "TheGuyWithAZ", if people care enough to know there's a very long story for why I vanished years ago and removed all of my captions, but now, low and behold, I've returned with my first caption since I deleted my old account in 2019, hopefully I'll get back to doing more, I remember having fun with these.