Connelly's TG Caps

Quinn stood hopelessly silent as he kept listening to the unmistakable noise that was emanating out from Room 142. He found himself unable to move even a single finger, for the grating creaks of a moving bed and the loud, guttural breaths of a man and a woman made it clear that inside of that room, there was a couple having rough, passionate sex with each other. One of them was his girlfriend Rebecca, a gorgeous redhead who he had gotten to know in the most intimate ways in the last three years since they had started dating. As for the other one... The other one was none other than himself. Just a day ago when he and his girlfriend had arrived to this hotel, Quinn had met a blonde woman in her early forties called Diane. Their conversation was for the most part brief and casual, mostly revolving about why they were here and with whom they were staying with. The only exception to this was one part of their conversation that he found to be rather odd at the time: when Diane asked him if ...

"Would you look at that," Sander muttered to himself as he carefully readjusted his petite, floral top one more time. "Guess I'm not the only one who seems to be enjoying life after Second Puberty ." Sander was saying this because in the distance, he had just caught sight of his entire group of college friends, all cheerfully hanging out by the beach as if nothing strange or odd had ever happened. Many of them like John, Trevor, and Anna looked exactly the same as they did the day he had met them almost a year ago, but a few others looked nothing like their former selves all thanks to Second Puberty . For example, his best friend Alejandro had now become a busty Latina with bronze skin and ample hips while his other friend Trevor had now become a tall, Black beauty who still towered over the rest - including the guys who had remained unchanged . And of course, there was his own case: he had now become a petite brunette with a svelte body and an angelic face tha...

For a moment, Deborah thought that she was finally going to resist the overwhelming urge of applying one more time that damn, red-colored lipstick she always kept on her purse, but just as fast as she had assured herself that she wasn’t going to do it, her mind betrayed her, compelling her to direct her hand right towards her face in order to put more of that wonderful red-colored lipstick on her lips. There was simply no other way around. She wanted the red lipstick. She needed the red lipstick. She desired the red lipstick. And it was all thanks to that damn curse she had gotten upon her self. Just a month ago, Deborah had actually been a young man called Liam who had just moved to an old house in the outskirts of his city. He didn't know that while searching in the attic of his new place, he would find an unassuming stick of red lipstick that was actually infused with the soul of a woman called Deborah who mysteriously disappeared in that same house more than half a century ...