TG caption quickie: A big improvement in his image

Martin had no idea how far his sister would go in improving his image
Martin has asked his sister to help him develop a new look. He knew she was an accomplished witch and would be able to make some dramatic changes. His sister Lynn was more than happy to help but Martin was less than pleased with the results.
"Come on Lynn, change me back," Martin pleaded from his sister as she rolled around on the couch laughing herself silly.
A few moments ago he had been wearing shorts and a T-shirt now he when he looked in the mirror he saw a gorgeous brunette with a perfect figure and beautiful long legs. He was wearing a semi-sleevless black top, a short tight figure-hugging purple miniskirt and black pumps. Underneath he could feel a satin bra against his chest and what felt like a pair of tanga panties. He didn't dare admit that though he looked stunning and actual liked the way his body felt now and the way his clothes moved with his body. However, he had no intention of staying that way although Lynn didn't seem to be in a hurry to turn him back.
"Lynn, I don't want to be a stupid girl I want to be a boy!" he wailed.
Martin saw his sister's eyes flash.
"And what's wrong with being a girl? If you prefer I'll just turn you into a toad. Or perhaps a newt, that would suit you better."
Lynn moved towards him with a menacing look in her eyes.
"No, that's fine, thank you. This is nice, I mean thank you, of course it is a pleasure to be a girl. But can I please have my old body back now?"
"You don't really think I would waste my feminine powers on improving a boy do you," Lynn scoffed. "These powers are for girls only. Anyway, I think you look much better like that although you mustn't scowl like that. It's very unladylike."

A pretty boy is force feminized to entertain the girls

When Ian woke up to find his girlfriend had made arrangements for the evening's fun
Ian woke up when the light turned on. He looked around him as he tried to focus his eyes. He was in a basement with bare walls although there was a carpet on the floor.
"Wake up pretty boy," said a familiar voice from above him. He looked up at the stairs leading to the basement door and got a shock that woke him up.
Hannah, his girlfriend was standing at the top of the stairs. However, it was what she was wearing that had distracted him from his own attire. Hannah usually wore jeans and a T-shirt but now she was wearing a sexy corset, black stockings and suspenders, high heels, and sexy satin elbow length gloves. Her blonde hair was blown out and as she stood provocatively looking down at him she looked like the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
"Hannah, what's going on?," he asked barely able to take his eyes off her legs to look her in the face.
"We've been waiting for you to wake up Pretty Boy," Hannah said. "Come on, the girls are waiting for you."
"The girls?" Ian asked. "What girls?"
From behind Hannah Ian could hear the sound of many girls voices laughing and joking as music played.
"The girls. We are at Betsy's house for a little girl-only fun and you are the main event," she said
His mind went back to earlier in the day when Hannah had said she was going to spend the evening with the girls. She had seemed very coy about something and offered to bring him a beer. That was the last he remembered.
"That beer I gave you had a little something in it to help you relax," Hannah said with a smirk. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her hips swayed seductively as she did it.
"The girls have been teasing me about what a sissy you are and how much better you would look as a woman so we decided to try it out for real. While you were out, we feminized you and fixed you up in that delightful outfit you have on now."

With a jolt Ian realized that he was wearing a long white gown that was so thin it did nothing to hide the tiny thong panty he was wearing underneath. He had heels on his feet and blonde wig was fastened to his head. He could feel the make-up on his face and his entire body was smooth and hairless. A pair of latex breasts were fastened to his chest with glue to complete the look.
"What have you done to me?" he asked in a panicked voice.
"Oh come on, you look delighful," Hannah purred and despite himself Ian felt himself giving in to her voice. "The girls are waiting to meet you, come on up Pretty Boy."
Ian backed into the corner tottering slightly on his heels
"You must be joking. I'm not going anywhere like this," he said.
"Either you come up right now or some of the girls will come down there and fetch you themselves," Hannah responded with an evil smile."
Ian knew just how wild and lively Hannah's friends could be and knew he would be no match for them.
"Where's our little sissy boy?" shouted a voice from outside the basement and a chorus of girls' voices gave a huge cheer in response.
Hannah gave Ian a knowing look and Ian knew he had no choice. Slowly he began to climb the stairs to meet his fate at the hands of the girls.

The Ladies Finishing school

Nadia sends Harry to learn some manners at school
Nadia was fed up with her boyfriend Harry's unruly behavior and then she saw an ad in the paper that a 'finishing school for young ladies' was now taking boys as well. Harry was all for it because he though spending all day with a bunch of girls would be a lot of fun.
So the next day Nadia packed him off to school. When she came to collect him at the end of the day she couldn't believe her eyes.
At first Nadia couldn't find Harry among all the pretty girls waiting to be collected. One by one the girls left until there was only one left. As soon their eyes met Nadia knew it was Harry, but what a change! For a start was wearing what appeared to be a uniform only it was a skirt. His smooth legs had lacy socks on the end of them and on his feet were open toed heeled sandals. But it was the way Harry was standing that shocked her the most. Rather than the arrogant man she had left that morning, Harry was now a simpering little girl.
Before she could say anything Harry skipped over.
"Hello Aunty Nadia, thank you for collecting me," he said as he climbed into the car.
"Harry, what have they done to you?" she asked.
"Firstly, my teacher Miss Donna says that my name is 'Harriet' from now on," Harry said as he played with is long blonde hair.
"Er, okay," Nadia said trying not to laugh and wondering if was all a joke. "What did you do today?"
"Well," Harriet said is a very girly voice. "I don't remember the morning to well but I woke on a bed with earphones on a nice lady's voice telling me to wake up. When I got up I was wearing only a training bra and my panties but there was this uniform by the bed so I put it on. Then Miss Donna came and took me to class with all the other girls."
"I see," Nadia said and making a mental note to read the small print of the schools brochure when she got home.
"Yes, Miss Donna introduced me as a 'special girl' and all the girls were very sweet and they told us we have to wear our uniforms everyday now for school and we will learn all about being polite and how to put on our make up and how to sit at the table like a lady and, and, and, lots of nice things," Harriet enthused.
"Well, you seem very happy," Nadia laughed, "but I think we may have to get you some more clothes to wear for after school too. I suspect you won't like your old clothes any more..."

TG caption quickie: Teasing the watcher

Timothy made the most of the unwanted attention
Timothy knew he was being watched. He could see the shape of the watcher in the shadows across the street. He smiled to himself. It had been a good evening, but it was just about to get even better. He positioned himself in front of the window and began to get undress.
Timothy had spent the evening at home en femme. He knew he looked good, very good even. With his careful make up , long wig tied in a ponytail, and killer legs he had never been read and he enjoyed every moment as he swished around his apartment in a nice top and a mid-thigh length skirt with heels.
Then he noticed someone watching him from across the street. The girls in the neighborhood had been complaining of a stranger trying to watch them at night and now Timothy realized it was his turn.
Slowly he undid his skirt and let it fall to the floor. His white top barely covered his tummy and knew that he looked good in the bikini panties he was wearing. He teased his way around the room and out of the corner of his eye he saw the shape in the shadows move to try and get a better look. Timothy chuckled and pulled his top over his head turning his body with perfect timing so that he had his back to the window. From behind, no one would know he wasn't the beautiful young woman he appeared to be.
He danced a little to music coming from the cd player, swinging his hips to the beat of Shania Twain's 'Feel like a woman'...