Connelly's TG Caps

"I take it back, " Connor (center) said as he posed in front of the camera and gestured at it, making sure that his dazzling sari was visible to the cameraman. "Going to Anasha's 35th Birthday Swap Party was by far the best decision I could've made." "Now that's what I like to hear!" Sanjay (right) concurred as he drew his arm around Connor and posed right beside him. "Just look at you! A few hours ago you were complaining about how you were too busy with your job and your family, and now you are literally tonight's birthday girl!" "And given that we ended up in the bodies of the birthday girl's best friends, we're in the center of the show as well," Santiago (left) added, a wide smile present on his face as he also drew his arm around Connor. "Wouldn't trade it for anything if you asked me." It's no surprise that men in their thirties are usually busy with their jobs, their families, or anyth...

"For the love of god Sydney Matthew, just give me my your body back!" Matthew huffed as he looked at himself in the mirror, the reflection of his petite, slender body reminding him once again of how much his life had changed since Sydney had swapped bodies with him with the help of some strange controller. "I don't want to keep doing this anymore!" "You'll stop when I tell you to stop," Sydney answered back, her deep, masculine voice emanating from the smartphone that Matthew was holding. "Now let me take a look at my your outfit before I lose my patience." Without further ado, Matthew began to flawlessly pose in front of the bathroom mirror in order to show Sydney the outfit that he had chosen for the hangout he was about to have with Sydney's friends: a light-blue blouse, a petite purse, a tight pair of black shorts, and some chick sunglasses. "Damn, the remote controller really gave you my your sense of fashion because you...

" Verdammt, " Darell smiled as he confidently grabbed his smartphone and began to record himself. " Ich sehe umwerfend aus in diesem Dirndl. " As he playfully kept twirling and posing in delight of how good he felt in his fashionable dress, Darell couldn't help himself from thinking about how much his life had changed since the Rollentausch - that is, the German calque for the unexplained event that ended up being called the Role Exchanger - occurred. You see, just two months ago, Darell was a 6'2'' tall Black guy in his last year of college who had just arrived to Berlin in order to do a semester-long study-abroad progra m there, and just like any other student in a study-abroad program, he was excited to see what new places and things he could discover. Thus, one day before his classes started, he decided to take a walk around the Tiergarten in order to catch a glimpse of the city, joyfully ignorant of what was about to happen. It was then when th...

" Schaut in die Kamera! " Luke (right) said as he extended his arm, only for a bright flash of light to suddenly appear just as he took a selfie of himself with his two friends. " Du bist von deinem Handy so besessen, weißt du das?, " Florian (left) smirked as he rolled his eyes with feigned annoyance. " Seit Beginn des Oktoberfests machst du jeden Tag Fotos! " " Und warum ist das ein Problem?! Wir sind ein Haufen sexy deutscher Mädels auf dem Oktoberfest! " Luke answered back with feigned indignation as well. " Da musst du mir zustimmen, Hern á ndez!" " Er hat Recht, weißt du? " Hernández (middle) agreed with Luke as he then directed himself towards Florian. " Wir sehen in diesen Dirndln wirklich heiß aus . " Florian rolled his eyes again, only for a smile to quickly appear on his face. " Ja, wir sehen in diesen Dirndln wirklich heiß aus, " Luke finally relented. " Obwohl ich es immer noch nicht ert...

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 ...