A Little Too Far Back And Off A Gender -TG Caption

 

"Oh stop Dad, you're complaining but you're the one who did just gain back 32 years of life. I wish we could change you back like you want, but we don't have a way. We've just all been working so hard on this age rejuvenation stuff, nobodies ever actually done any research into age progression, nobody believes there's any money in that. So cheer up. Is it really so bad to be 15 again? To have your whole life in front of you? Our research at my job has found basically the fountain of youth. And you did volunteer to test this out for my work. Sure we regressed you a little younger than we hoped, but now you've got a fresh new life, even more years left ahead. What more could a person ask for?"

I turned on a dime, and glared at my daughter and said, "I noticed during all that, you failed to bring up one very important thing. I was told I was gunna go from 47 to 30 years old. I didn't want to end up younger than you, Sara. I don't want to be younger than my daughter, but even that I could live with. My major concern in all this was how I started out today a grown man, and now I'm going home with you as a teenage girl! What the fuck Sara? I mean, how can you guys let people be test subjects if you can't even come close in how you're trying to physically transform people. You were trying to make me a 30 year old man, and missed so far that I would up a 15 year old girl somehow. And now you can't even change me back? I just have to ride this out? And with the papers your company made me sign, I cant even go back home! Since I'm now a minor, all my property gets put up for auction, as I can't be a home owner, and can't even drive a car for another year or 2. The lawyers seize everything immediately and now I have to go home with you. I have to live with you because now that I'm 15 I can't live alone. So now my own daughter is my legal fucking gaurdian! This is humiltiating!"

"Ok, so we sent you back a little too far and were off by a gender. What my team at work has been able to accomplish is miraculous. We just have to get the specifics a little more accurate. I know this will be a big change for you, but I promise while you're living with me and going to school, I'll be a good mom to you. You've got nothing to worry about now. Minimal responsibilities. Just enjoy your new life," my daughter said.

I was stunned. "School what I'm not- and wait a minute, Mom? I'm not calling you Mom, you're what, like only 12 years older than this body? And what kind of clothes did you get for me. I know you just guessed sizes and grabbed some stuff from Target, but this is nuts. Sweatpants would usually be fine, but these are tight. The soft lining might feel really good on hairless legs, but they hug every inch of my legs. They're really tight in my new flat.... you know.... crotch area. And you couldn't get me a top that covers my whole stomach, my belly's just hanging out. And what's up with this sweatshirt? It's sooo..... girly! Why did you get me something so feminine? I've been a girl for like an hour and you've put me in a fuzzy outfit?" I complained.

Sara had heard enough. "Stop! NOW! That is enough young lady!" she yelled, taking a step towards me. My blood froze. Her getting close really made me notice how much taller than me she was now. Sara was only 5'5 but stood at least 9 inches over me. I knew I was smaller being this young, but 4'8 was miniscule. I was easily intimidated by the larger woman as she continued yelling at me, "Yes you will attending school, because you are 15. You'll be starting over as a freshman, we've already processed you new paperwork with the school, you'll be starting next week. And you know what else your new paper work says? It says yes I am your Mom. Your new birth certificate reads 'Amy Martin- mother, Sara Martin,' So from now on, you'll only be addressing me as Mom, got it? And I chose those clothes for you because that's the way you'll be dressing from now on. I'm not letting you waste your second chance at life. If you're a girl, then baby, you're gunna be a girl. I chose those sweatpants to show off your new curves, and that fluffy sweatshirt to make you feel how soft and girly your new life is. And these feminine clothes are the only type you're allowed to wear under my roof. Got it Amy?" Sara finished a pretty intense speech letting me know my new position in life.

I felt awkward, nervous, and a little afraid. I put my hands on my hips and an uneasy smile crept on my face. I would have to accept it, Sara was in control, what she says goes. "Yes... Mom. I'm sorry. Can we go home now?"

Sara kept a firm exterior but smiled inside being called Mom. I was now in full submission to her and she knew it. "Ok dear, lets go home and I'll make dinner. I promise Amy, you'll love your new life."

And with that, me and my new Mom hopped in the car driving to my new life.

Finally Making Some Friends (TG Caption)

 

At 24 years old, I found myself living back at home after graduating college. My life had got to the point where I was either stuck at work, or alone in my room, pretty much waiting to go back to work. I didnt have many friends. Actually, in high school and college I didnt have many friends. Right now it'd probably be more accurate to say I have no friends at all. None of the few friends I did have stayed in contact with me or lived close, so I was pretty lonesome these days.

My 16 year old little sister, Phoebe, seemed to be in the opposite position. She was little miss popular. Queen of the school, but not in a 'Mean Girls' way. Just a sweet beautiful young lady that people wanted to be around. So of course she had more friends than I can count.

Tonight Phoebe was having a sleepover with some of her closest friends, and it being a Saturday night, I of course was home with nothing better to do. With my parents already asleep, I was in the kitchen getting something to drink. I could hear Phoebe and her friends having a great time down the hall. The laughter seemed contagious, and everyone seemed to be having a lot of fun together. Thinking about how great those friends seemed together, it made me jealous. Jealous of having no friends, of being so lonely. I want to laugh with people I'm close with like that. I want to giggle at nonsense til the sun came up like this group. The type of friendship that I craved was at the other end of the house right now, and I still wasnt apart of it, making me painfully aware of what I was missing in life.

I started to tear up as I stood there in the kitchen. Being so alone was killing me. With the first tear starting to roll out of my eye, Phoebe came walking into the kitchen. I did my best to hide my tears, and tried to brush past her and into my room. She definitely saw me upset, and felt really bad for me. She could tell I had been depressed, and really wish my life was going better for me. She paused in the kitchen and looked out of the window. At the same time in my room, I was looking out of the window as well. Just at that moment both of us were gazing outside, as shooting star burned its way across the sky.

Figuring a wish might be the only way to help right now, I wished on the shooting star to have great friends like my sister does. Phoebe saw the same shooting star and her wish was that I had friends that I loved being around so Id be happier. She walked back into her room and rejoined her friends.

Sitting in my room, I began to get really lightheaded. The room began to spin, but before I passed out, I managed to get myself onto my bed, avoiding a painful fall to the ground.

I slowly came to, first becoming aware of the giggling coming from Phoebe's room. Feeling groggy, I began to push myself up off the bed and I heard my sister yell out "C'mon Stacy! It doesnt take that long to change into your pjs! Get your bubble butt back in here!"

Who was Stacy? I knew all the people she had over, and none of them were named Stacy. My head raise off my bed and looked around my room. Well it was my roombut it wasnt. It was shaped the same like it was still the same room. But not a single thing in it was right. My walls were now painted pink and purple. There were stuffed animal in various spots, a vanity mirror with what looked like a makeup station, girls clothes thrown about the room, even the bed I was getting up off of had changed. My king sized mattress was now just a twin, and the bedspread was now pink and fluffy, so plush my hand sunk into the softness as i pushed myself up.

I stumbled across the room to the mirror and saw the strangest sight yet. Gone was the face I had seen reflected back in every other mirror all of my 24 years of being alive. What I saw instead was a young girl, looking like a deer in headlights looking back at me. I slowly raised up a hand and the girl in the mirror matched my movements.

I looked down. Tumbling down the left side of my head, I could see a bunch of pink hair, reaching down to my belly button. Hair that looked alarmingly like the hair I just saw on the girl in the mirror. The clothes i found myself in were a white super fluffy sweatsuit. No, they were actually pajamas. Like the ones the girl in the mirror had on, she was wearing a fluffy unicorn pj set.

With the hand I had raised, I gently touched my shoulder. It didnt seem to reach out nearly as far as before. As I touched I felt just how soft my new clothes were. I brushed my shirt, and the skin underneath was in heaven. Slowly my hand drifted lower to my chest. As it went lower, it also seemed to push out more and more, til finally my hand was cupping a pert medium sized breast. A boob. A fucking tit. Not knowing what I was doing I grabbed a little too tight. The soft fleece carressing my new larger nipples was the most electrify thing I think Ive ever felt. My whole body shook, and as it shook, my smooth skin just brushed up more against my fluffy outfit, increasing how turned on I was. I started feeling something similar to an erection, but in felt more internal. The area where my legs came togetherseemed to be sliding against each other now. With my other hand, I reached under my pj pants, and found a slit. My new vagina was lubed up. I was so turned on that I was getting so wet, a spot already showing on my panties. With the hand that was on my tit i reached around to my new swollen behind. With one hand still in my vagina, the other I used grope my ass. It stuck out a real far, and jiggled as I touched it thru the stretched tight fleece.

"Stacy!" I heard my sister yell. That broke me out of my trance and I tried to think. Was I Stacy? I saw a purse on my desk and dug inside. I found a student ID from my old high school. It said it was for 'Stacy' and had on it the face I had just seen in the mirror. If this was true, apparently I was now Stacy, a freshman again, but this time female? I was 15 years old now, a year younger than my sophmore sister. I was now my little sister's little sister.

"Last chance Stacy, we're starting to paint our nails with out you in 10 seconds" Phoebe shouted out her warning.

New memories flodded into my head. I was Stacy, I had just run back into my room to put on my cute unicorn pj's so I could go join my big sister's sleepover. With her only being a year older, I was just as close with her group of friends as she was. And tonight I was apart of their sleepover. Makeovers, nails, hair, gossip, laughs, I was about to enjoy all of that with my new friends, I would just be doing it as Stacy. And when it got really late, we were gunna play spin the bottle, but its only just us girls here. It seems like I could be getting very friendly with some of these girls very soon.

Back To When Music Was Still Good (TG Caption)

 

I'm a huge music fan, all kinds of different genres, if it's got soul, I like it. And I have my mom to thank for that. I in heritage her great taste in music. One thing I was always jealous of was ability to go to all these great concerts back in the day. Sure you could see some good acts now, but it seemed all the legendary acts were either long gone or a shell of their former glory. But growing up, my mom went to some concerts or festivals that had hours of all time great artists. Experieriences that just werent possible for me to have.

One weekend i stopped by to visit my mom, and when I entered, she had a live show from back in her day on. She didnt stop dancing when she saw I was there, instead just just moving to the music while at the same time cleaning around her house.

"1992, I went to that show 10 months before I had you. Some of my all time favorites played that day" my mom said. She then took a deep breath and sighed. "What I would give to go back and live that weekend over agian."

Standing next to her, I said "At least you lived it once already! I ve never been to anything like that, if you get to go back to that show, then I wish I could go back and be able to enjoy that show with you. It seems like it had to been an awesome time."

What neither of us realized, as we were carrying on our conversation, my mom was cleaning a new vase that looked middle eastern or something. She rubbed the side as we taled when out popped what looked like a stereotypical genie. Big blue guy, curled toe shoes, ect. Clapping his hands like thunder and said "Congratulations, youve just used your one wish with me. Enjoy what you have asked for."

"Wait dont we get 3 wishes? ISnt that a genie thing?" I said.

"Dont get gready," the genie replied. He shot blue lightning at me and my mother. It didnt hurt but did blind us momentarily. Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped and we could see again, both me and my mother standing next to each other still.... But that was just about the only thing to remain the same.

Going from inside my mothers house one second, to being outside on grass the very next second was pretty bizarre. Looking up i saw my mother had changed, shedding at least 30 years since the last time I had eyes on her. And I hate to admit it, but younger mom was kinda a fox. Her blonde hair was now a lot longer, waist long, and the color seemed to be a lot brighter and vibrant than what she had. She was her same height, 5'4, but she had shredded all the excess weight she had put on over the years. She wore a belly shirt with tassels on the end, had a flannel shirt tied around her waist over her ripped up jeans.

"Mom? Is..." I started to say but stopped as the sentence started to squeek out. That was far too high to be my voice. Something was wrong.

Young Mom looked at me confused, saying "What do you mean 'mom'? Gwen? How are you here? I havent seen you in ages, how do you look so young still? You look just as sexy as ever."

I gasped and looked down. Super tight skinny jeans, long dark hair, a tiny pair of boots, with Im figuring to be tiny feet inside. I looked at the tiny hands at the end of my sleeves.I had a couple of rings, the werent big, but looked huge on my tiny fingers. All my nails were painted pink. My shirt was left unbuttoned, letting a slight breeze find my new, slightly sweaty cleavage. Over the shirt, I was now wearing what was clearly a woman's coat, the give away being the huge circles of fur around my wrists at the end of the sleeves, and the huge collar of cream colored fur wrapping around my thin neck and shoulders.

"Huh?... Gwen?... Who?... Genie?... Wish?.... Mom?... MOM?!?" I yelled realizing the new body I was in.

"Oh my god? Are you not Gwen? Are you my son?" She asked.

Not wanting to hear my new high pitched voice again I just nodded. She said "I cant believe it, I just picked that up a couple days ago at an antique store, I cant believe there was an honest to god genie in it. Alright so genies are realy, and apparently to grant our 1 and only wish, he sent us back to that concert in 1992, me in my younger body that I went to the show in, and put you in the body of the person I went to the show with... my old bestie Gwen. And 'Gwen', you look just as hot as you were back then too. You get to experience this amazing show with me, but it looks like the catch is you have to do it as my old bff Gwen. I for one think its an amazing deal."

"Im your friend Gwen? Ive seen her in some of your old photos. Im that attractive little brunette you used to go to shows with?" I asked.

"Mmmm yep," she said with a gleam in her eye, slowly moving closer, and pulling me closer in by my hips. Being this close made me aware of her 2 inch height difference, I gotta be only standing up at a tiny 5'2 or so, damn! Moving her lips inches from mine, she continued, "and not only my old bff Gwen, my bi friend Gwen. At all these shows we went to, we were constantly experiment together. We'd fool around all the time before I gave birth. But we dont have to worry about that right now."

She put her hand on the back of my neck and tilted my head back and pushed our lips together, a couple seconds later her tongue finding its way into my mouth. She grouped me but the broke the quick passionate kiss and we stared at each other, eyeing the other like a piece of meat.

I said, "You know I have already heard this show on tape before. We wouldn't be missing anything if we left and enjoyed these bodies right now."

We hopped back in the car and went back to the dorm room we shared. We stripped off each others clothes as soon as we hit the door, and us 2 beautiful young women made love all night.

We woke up still in each others arms, her fingers even still inside of me between me legs. Wait, inside me, inside my vagina? I'm still Gwen?

It seems like missing the concert left us trapped back here in 1992, My mother was excited about reliving her youth, but I still had to come to terms with my new lot in life, as Gwen, the petite, lesbian, friend with benefits of my former mother. I could be this way the rest of my life. I shuddered as the reality of being trapped as the new Gwen set in. Time to get ready for the 1st day of the rest of my life as a little college hottie. Maybe it won't be so bad after all. I should at least be able to catch some good shows around here now.