Connelly's TG Caps

" Oras šiandien tiesiog nuostabus... " Natalija muttered to herself in Lithuanian as she extended her long, slender legs across the entire length of her sunlounger, glad that she could take a respite from the life she had to deal with. " Jei tik galėčiau gauti savo pinigus, tai būtų tobula diena... " Ever since summer arrived, Natalija loved to relax in front of the pool and feel the sensation of the cool breeze and the warm, brilliant light of the sun bathing her porcelain skin. Despite all the things she had to deal with, she called this modern villa her home, where she could enjoy all of the luxurious that a beautiful young woman like her deserved. Not the life she had wanted, but definitely a comfortable one- But then, out of nowhere, she heard the piercing sound of a sports car revving up just outside of her villa.  As if by some sort of primal instinct, she promptly raised herself up and quickly directed her large, piercing eyes towards the gate, anxious to se...

Sitting nervously in one of the many sun loungers by the pool, Tyler couldn't help himself from thinking that this was definitely not the Spring Break he had in mind. When he arrived to this resort in Baja California just two days ago, he thought that he was going to be the entire week partying hard with his frat brothers, drinking beer to his heart's delight, and flirting with all the hot sorority chicks who had decided to spend their Spring Break here as well. He never thought that he was going to be spending his entire Spring Break like this instead. He was a man for Christ's sake! Not a petite, dainty chick with long, silky hair, a freckled, e-girl face, a pair of perky tits and soft, fleshy thighs to spare! Yes. In retrospect, he definitely should have not flirted so forcefully with that chick he stumbled upon at one of the many bars here just a day ago, but in his defense, he thought that she was simply just going to cuss at him or throw a drink at his face! Not tu...

"Wait, what?" Gavin opened his mouth in utter disbelief as he suddenly stopped in front of the mirror, his eyes looking back at himself as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing right now. He swore that he had been a man all this time, so why was he only realizing at this very moment that the reflection right in front of him was that of a beautiful young woman instead? Without much thinking, he then leaned his svelte female body forward in order to see in more detail just what had happened to him. No longer was he wearing his white dress shirt and his black-colored slacks, but in their place, he now found himself wearing a short white skirt and a nice black top that showed off nicely the wide hips and the brand new pair of petite breasts he now had. And of course, he could see very well that his formerly chiseled face had now been completely replaced with one bearing full lips, a smaller, more delicate jawline, and a stunning pair of brown eyes that were complemented by...

"Oh my god, look at what she did to us!" Kevin (left) cringed as he found it irresistible to not look at his gorgeous visage in the mirror and adjust his tight, leather dress. "She totally transformed us into a pair of sexy chicks!" "You sure bet, Kev ," Lewis (right) cooed, too focused on his black corset and how it accentuated his curvy figure. "And it seems like she modified our minds because darling, I look amazing in this dress!" If you ever went to a bar downtown, chances were that you had heard of Kevin and Lewis. The two young handsome men were infamously know as the two annoying, full-of-themselves guys who would flirt to the point of exhaustion with any hot chick they saw - bonus if she had a nice pair of breasts, a round ass, a tight, revealing dress, and a bimbo-like look. But one day, they ended up flirting with the wrong woman. This woman turned out to be a witch, and once she got tired of how overbearing these two guys were, she de...

"...لا يوجد شيء للقيام به هنا" Randall muttered as he rested his body on the handrail and sighed, utterly bored despite the fact that he looked absolutely gorgeous while wearing an exotic silk dress decorated with an obscene amount of jewels, diamonds, and pearls. "فقط الغرف والفساتين والكماليات الأخرى التي لا أهتم بها" Such as life of opulent boredom had started since, well... since some day he really couldn’t say with ease. Time didn't flow the same way in whatever this place was supposed to be, so it wasn’t clear to him just how long he has been stuck here. Maybe a few days. Maybe a few centuries as well. You see, Randall had formerly been an American tourist who had just gotten back from a trip to Oman. And while there, out of the many things he had done there, he had ended up buying an exotic 'genie lamp' from a vendor in order to keep as a memento of his vacation. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't until he got back to his place and started to pl...

"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...

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 ...

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 ...

"Ugh, that bitch..." Gabriel cussed as finished rummaging the fridge, his mind still too groggy to properly assess the situation. "That absolute, total bitch!..." Just around eight hours ago, Gabriel was a tall, handsome man enjoying another night of drinking and carousing at one of the many bars in his city when he met a mysterious Asian girl who went by the name of 'Stacy'. The two of them quickly hit it off, so well in fact that after just a single hour, they were already making out with one another, which soon enough then led to them going to her place and have hot, steamy sex in her bed for hours . Eight hours later, a nd now, for who knows what reason, he found himself inside of her body, wearing only a pair of tight shorts alongside a crop top that showed off his entire midriff, while she - presumably in his body - was nowhere to be seen. To make matters worse, his head hurt like hell, his body, pussy, and mouth ached because of how rough their sex ha...

"Helena," Lewis said with a low voice as he looked at his former girlfriend with worry. " Why the hell do I remember using this oven ?" "Well, one of Genevieve's favorite pastimes was to bake pastries," Helena grinned with satisfaction. "So I don't think it should come as a surprise that you now remember using that oven..." Lewis remained utterly silent for a few seconds as he tried to make sense of what Helena just said to him. And then, it hit him. "Y-You're changing my mind so that I think I'm Genevieve?! Lewis answered back as he couldn't help himself from opening his mouth in shock. "Y-You can't seriously be thinking about doing tha-" "And what if I am?!" Helena answered back as she pointed her finger right at him. "You're the one who decided to cheat on me with her, my best friend, behind my back! It is because of this that I'm now exacting my revenge on you just a any other witc...

"So how long have been friends with Kiara?" A guy asked Matthew after they had gotten to know each other for a bit during the party that Kiara had organized at her place. "Oh, Kiara and I go back way back!" Matthew smiled as he slanted his head and struck a pose. "We've been besties since forever ! " In reality, Matthew just wanted to say that he had known Kiara all her life because he was in fact her father, but no matter how much he tried, whatever had caused him to swap bodies with her best friend Alison was also forcing him to respond in a way only Alison would do. That had been none other than his entire life for a year now and counting. He still had no clear idea how or why this had happened, but from what little he had been able to piece together from speaking with his own daughter/best friend and with Alison herself inside of his former body, Kiara had apparently wished for him to be less strict and for her best friend Alison to be more respons...

Standing just outside of the villa's master bedroom, Smith carefully adjusted his black, silky lingerie as he mentally prepared himself to finally meet the so-called Monsieur Beaumont , the man that he had been tracking down for years and the man that had done this to him as well. Just a week ago, Smith had been one of the most experienced and resourceful agents that Interpol had. Throughout his countless years at the agency, he had risen through the ranks, becoming one of its top agents and thus leading some of the most delicate investigations such as the one he was currently doing. For many years now, he had been investigating an international crime organization and its leader, a mysterious man who was only ominously known as Monsieur Beaumont . And finally, after so many complications and unexpected change-of-plans that such an investigation entailed, he had finally been able to find a concrete lead that led him towards an isolated villa in Southern France and where hopefully th...