<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:45:17.766-08:00</updated><category term='stolen body'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='altered fates'/><category term='great shift'/><category term='brain transplant'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='magic'/><category term='possession'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='sci-fi'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='school'/><category term='mother/son'/><category term='experiment'/><category term='bodyswap'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='m2m'/><category term='age regression'/><category term='tg'/><category term='animal'/><category term='brother/sister'/><category term='ray gun'/><category term='female to female'/><category term='POV'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='mother/daughter'/><category term='sports'/><category term='father/daughter'/><category term='high heels'/><category term='boyfriend/girlfriend'/><category term='maid'/><category term='curse'/><category term='marital swap'/><category term='transformation virus'/><title type='text'>TG Caption Requests</title><subtitle type='html'>Submit your photos to be captioned (or if you have already captioned photos) to: &lt;a href="mailto:greatshiftcaptions@gmail.com"&gt;greatshiftcaptions@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6937898705966511860</id><published>2012-02-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T13:41:00.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>Star Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqltNPAjK3o/TyHktrA29qI/AAAAAAAAEwM/WorlcX3fcjs/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqltNPAjK3o/TyHktrA29qI/AAAAAAAAEwM/WorlcX3fcjs/s320/2.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was supposed to have been the best plastic surgery in town. Everyone praised their "Star Service," but right now Chuck sat waiting with a big complaint. He had gone in to get rid of just a few wrinkles around his eyes, but his order had gotten screwed up with someone else's. He was shocked that plastic surgery could even do many of the things that had been done to his body--he didn't know any sort of doctor that could perform these changes. He had been completely feminized. The breasts on his chest felt so real, as did the restructured vagina between his legs. His face had become so soft and delicate, and he lost many pounds. It's not that he wasn't impressed; it's that he never asked for this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6937898705966511860?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6937898705966511860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/02/star-service.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6937898705966511860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6937898705966511860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/02/star-service.html' title='Star Service'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqltNPAjK3o/TyHktrA29qI/AAAAAAAAEwM/WorlcX3fcjs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6110048655420230182</id><published>2012-01-31T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:34:00.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrs-KIF9e5U/TyHjCykH28I/AAAAAAAAEwE/93QYB3i1jfU/s1600/378031_103611053092130_100003297066984_14829_1025313586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrs-KIF9e5U/TyHjCykH28I/AAAAAAAAEwE/93QYB3i1jfU/s1600/378031_103611053092130_100003297066984_14829_1025313586_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chris was only supposed to have his body swapped with Maura for a week, but he hoped his plan would allow him to keep her body much longer, possibly forever! The first day after the swap, he went into a clinic for breast implants, enlarging her small boobs into massive orbs. On the day they were scheduled to switch back, he took scissors to her jeans to make impossibly short shorts and trimmed one of her shirts to show off her stomach as well. He hoped she'd be so embarrassed that she wouldn't want to switch back. It could always backfire, but he hoped it wouldn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6110048655420230182?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6110048655420230182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6110048655420230182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6110048655420230182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/plan.html' title='Plan'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrs-KIF9e5U/TyHjCykH28I/AAAAAAAAEwE/93QYB3i1jfU/s72-c/378031_103611053092130_100003297066984_14829_1025313586_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8728600983862226765</id><published>2012-01-30T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:52:00.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marital swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Rough week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6c0VZCtJq3g/TyCx4gUBooI/AAAAAAAAEuA/iZfpK5q41j8/s1600/6icZ3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6c0VZCtJq3g/TyCx4gUBooI/AAAAAAAAEuA/iZfpK5q41j8/s320/6icZ3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It had been a rough week since Marcia and Antonio had switched bodies. Despite their deep love for each other, they both had to admit it was pretty tough being stuck in the other's body. Antonio became especially grumpy when he got his first period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8728600983862226765?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8728600983862226765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/rough-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8728600983862226765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8728600983862226765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/rough-week.html' title='Rough week'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6c0VZCtJq3g/TyCx4gUBooI/AAAAAAAAEuA/iZfpK5q41j8/s72-c/6icZ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7521118489033430000</id><published>2012-01-27T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:10:00.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><title type='text'>An instant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKJiueuUbXY/TyCaHb6yJWI/AAAAAAAAEto/Wrvy0q9nilI/s1600/73255_508012109225_172400431_30211192_6065225_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKJiueuUbXY/TyCaHb6yJWI/AAAAAAAAEto/Wrvy0q9nilI/s320/73255_508012109225_172400431_30211192_6065225_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...And in an instant, James felt strange. He felt an urge to look at himself in a mirror to make sure everything was okay. He examined himself in a sculpture in the plaza, shocked at what reflected back at him. He had a new body--a woman's body! He turned away and smiled. It actually wasn't that bad. He had always been curious about life as the fairer sex, and now he'd be able to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7521118489033430000?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7521118489033430000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/instant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7521118489033430000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7521118489033430000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/instant.html' title='An instant'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKJiueuUbXY/TyCaHb6yJWI/AAAAAAAAEto/Wrvy0q9nilI/s72-c/73255_508012109225_172400431_30211192_6065225_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-3543140705395378721</id><published>2012-01-26T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:04:00.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Baby shower (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower-part-1.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKEu5icF88/Tx9VOmBiVnI/AAAAAAAAEsU/uStErx72Wow/s1600/26682_1448439605757_1076205084_31335498_715560_n%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKEu5icF88/Tx9VOmBiVnI/AAAAAAAAEsU/uStErx72Wow/s400/26682_1448439605757_1076205084_31335498_715560_n%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kevin couldn't believe he was doing this. As he unwrapped gifts and mingled with his sister's friends, he got a phone call. He recognized the number as his own. He excused himself for a moment and picked it up. His sister with his voice answered. She sounded drunk. She claimed she was never giving Kevin his body back, and that he'd be stuck as her forever. She laughed again. She took it back; she said "Maybe" not forever but at least until he pushed that baby out of her vagina! He hoped it was the booze talking. He certainly didn't want to be stuck in his sister's body!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-3543140705395378721?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3543140705395378721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3543140705395378721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3543140705395378721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower-part-2.html' title='Baby shower (Part 2)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VmKEu5icF88/Tx9VOmBiVnI/AAAAAAAAEsU/uStErx72Wow/s72-c/26682_1448439605757_1076205084_31335498_715560_n%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1031478072316673350</id><published>2012-01-25T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:11:00.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>It's a deal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-586J1UcaTco/Tx33Q7T8X3I/AAAAAAAAEqc/jpuqUobSZgY/s1600/photo%2B4.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-586J1UcaTco/Tx33Q7T8X3I/AAAAAAAAEqc/jpuqUobSZgY/s400/photo%2B4.PNG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"It's a deal!" Ryan couldn't help but laugh as he said it while shaking his sister's hand...er, paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in no position to bargain with him right now. Playing around with their father's invention had caused all sorts of trouble. Ryan ended up in the body of his sister, Ashley. The family dog ended up in Ryan's body, and poor Ashley ended up in the body of the dog! She had hoped Ryan would switch everyone back to normal, but he had conditions! He liked being in Ashley's body so much, he really didn't want to leave at all. However, he agreed to swap her out of the dog's body and into his. If she was good, he might let her back into her own body for a day or two each weak. She whined, but she really didn't have a choice. They shook, and the deal was done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1031478072316673350?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1031478072316673350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-deal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1031478072316673350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1031478072316673350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-deal.html' title='It&apos;s a deal!'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-586J1UcaTco/Tx33Q7T8X3I/AAAAAAAAEqc/jpuqUobSZgY/s72-c/photo%2B4.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1368531610053515393</id><published>2012-01-24T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:04:00.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A night to remember (Part 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-2.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-3.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-4.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-5.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtMad20Qisc/Tx31vC-ORjI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/xt_hl8FY-jU/s1600/283425_250942171599967_100000525571556_971501_4158563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtMad20Qisc/Tx31vC-ORjI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/xt_hl8FY-jU/s400/283425_250942171599967_100000525571556_971501_4158563_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gregg woke up the next morning a little surprised; he was still in Sheila's body. He shrugged it off for the time being. Maybe whatever Ted had done to cause this just hadn't worn off yet. Gregg was sure it would soon. Still, he needed to bathe, brush, and other morning activities. He thought it might be a little weird for Sheila if they swapped back while he was bathing, so he put on a bikini to avoid any awkwardness. The time passed as he enjoyed Sheila's body in the tub, but he had still yet to switch back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1368531610053515393?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1368531610053515393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1368531610053515393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1368531610053515393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-6.html' title='A night to remember (Part 6)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtMad20Qisc/Tx31vC-ORjI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/xt_hl8FY-jU/s72-c/283425_250942171599967_100000525571556_971501_4158563_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1026677727218680812</id><published>2012-01-23T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:25:00.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Baby shower (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DymWrsGkVo/Txi0pIm2R0I/AAAAAAAAEnk/nb4GOw2JqnE/s1600/26682_1448440885789_1076205084_31335526_489081_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DymWrsGkVo/Txi0pIm2R0I/AAAAAAAAEnk/nb4GOw2JqnE/s400/26682_1448440885789_1076205084_31335526_489081_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kevin couldn't believe he was doing this; Kevin couldn't believe it was even possible! However, here he was at his sister's baby shower--as his sister! There was always tension at these sorts of things that she had trouble dealing with the stress, but Kevin was always as cool as a cucumber. When she asked if he would switch bodies with her for the day, he laughed. Switching bodies wasn't possible! But she claimed she had a magic spell, and he joked that if she could do it, he would take her place for the shower. He would soon find out that the spell did indeed work! And before long her was opening presents and feeling a kick in his belly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1026677727218680812?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1026677727218680812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1026677727218680812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1026677727218680812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-shower-part-1.html' title='Baby shower (Part 1)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DymWrsGkVo/Txi0pIm2R0I/AAAAAAAAEnk/nb4GOw2JqnE/s72-c/26682_1448440885789_1076205084_31335526_489081_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6479860367814666073</id><published>2012-01-20T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:16:00.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Statue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL2Ph6lkCG0/TxN6bid3D-I/AAAAAAAAEhc/Z65MqbU-gfE/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL2Ph6lkCG0/TxN6bid3D-I/AAAAAAAAEhc/Z65MqbU-gfE/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emily and Trevor were so happy to be back in their own bodies. The brother and sister had discovered the strange statue had the ability to swap bodies last week. All is took was to have two people touch it at the same time. Emily hated being trapped in her little brother's body, but Trevor actually liked being older in his big sister's body. It wouldn't switch them back right away, so they kept going back day after day. It finally worked after a week. They wondered how many other people may have touched the statue and switched bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6479860367814666073?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6479860367814666073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/statue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6479860367814666073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6479860367814666073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/statue.html' title='Statue'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yL2Ph6lkCG0/TxN6bid3D-I/AAAAAAAAEhc/Z65MqbU-gfE/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4273369132385769245</id><published>2012-01-19T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:59:00.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><title type='text'>Possession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8v5jZDS1_k/TxN2oaoXAPI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/bFQ9u88w8LA/s1600/dl-3-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8v5jZDS1_k/TxN2oaoXAPI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/bFQ9u88w8LA/s400/dl-3-15.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wayne had been a ghost for decades now. He had died prematurely, and a voice told him it had all been an accident. To make up for the mistake, he merely needed to find a body he wished to possess and take control. He could continue to live a full life from that point forward. However, he never found someone he felt appropriate. He wanted someone exactly like him. That is, until he saw Amy. Amy was everything he wasn't. She was beautiful, popular, and female. But he felt drawn to her. he knew he found who he wanted to be. Amy's eyes glowed yellow as he possessed her, and in the next moment he was her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4273369132385769245?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4273369132385769245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/possession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4273369132385769245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4273369132385769245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/possession.html' title='Possession'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8v5jZDS1_k/TxN2oaoXAPI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/bFQ9u88w8LA/s72-c/dl-3-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-3639845621718088855</id><published>2012-01-18T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:07:31.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A night to remember (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-2.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-3.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-4.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVa21EXekKo/TxNq9PZRDaI/AAAAAAAAEg0/YNHReBrc8z0/s1600/293121_262761337084717_100000525571556_1015675_7918329_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVa21EXekKo/TxNq9PZRDaI/AAAAAAAAEg0/YNHReBrc8z0/s400/293121_262761337084717_100000525571556_1015675_7918329_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a night out on the town, Gregg finally got back to Sheila's place at about 4am. He was all smiles. He knew that when he woke up in the morning, he'd be back to his own body, but he had such a good time that he wished it would never end. Of course, he knew that wasn't possible. He needed to get back to his own life, his own body, and his own responsibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-3639845621718088855?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3639845621718088855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3639845621718088855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3639845621718088855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-5.html' title='A night to remember (Part 5)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IVa21EXekKo/TxNq9PZRDaI/AAAAAAAAEg0/YNHReBrc8z0/s72-c/293121_262761337084717_100000525571556_1015675_7918329_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-90041558362455060</id><published>2012-01-17T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:11:00.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiment'/><title type='text'>Something wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88PykHhIc1E/TxC6JJOmUXI/AAAAAAAAEfY/QCUwLDr8zkc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88PykHhIc1E/TxC6JJOmUXI/AAAAAAAAEfY/QCUwLDr8zkc/s400/3.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hello? Is anyone there? I think something is wrong here!" Jon yelled into the window. He had been told to sit in the waiting room as he awaited to be a test subject in an experiment. One by one, everyone else was called in, and he was left alone. Then something VERY strange happened; he found himself in a woman's body. Now he was in search of someone to tell him what the hell was going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-90041558362455060?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/90041558362455060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/90041558362455060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/90041558362455060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-wrong.html' title='Something wrong'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88PykHhIc1E/TxC6JJOmUXI/AAAAAAAAEfY/QCUwLDr8zkc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-3078606354753779549</id><published>2012-01-16T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:58:00.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altered fates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Term</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqeS5PaauEo/TxC3Dv6HNAI/AAAAAAAAEfM/ztWDZyJLPB0/s1600/260582_793582068393_38203698_38859901_5053009_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqeS5PaauEo/TxC3Dv6HNAI/AAAAAAAAEfM/ztWDZyJLPB0/s400/260582_793582068393_38203698_38859901_5053009_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It had been many months since Ernie had used the Medallion of Zulu to switch bodies with Betty. They had planned to change back the next day; however, getting pregnant that night caused a change of those plans. Ernie would be bringing the baby to term. In some ways he was very happy. He'd experience something that no other man had ever before experienced. There was something exciting about that. But in other way, he was truly terrified about what that would feel like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-3078606354753779549?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3078606354753779549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3078606354753779549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3078606354753779549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/term.html' title='Term'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqeS5PaauEo/TxC3Dv6HNAI/AAAAAAAAEfM/ztWDZyJLPB0/s72-c/260582_793582068393_38203698_38859901_5053009_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-547213713440186087</id><published>2012-01-13T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:51:00.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LneDP0EDDfg/Tw4geLDi5_I/AAAAAAAAEbs/Djr1Ui6zAaA/s1600/27080_1360099637313_1076205084_31096070_1562565_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LneDP0EDDfg/Tw4geLDi5_I/AAAAAAAAEbs/Djr1Ui6zAaA/s320/27080_1360099637313_1076205084_31096070_1562565_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bob looked at the text on his phone. It was Renee. Again. This has to be about the hundredth time she'd contacted him since the two had swapped bodies. It's not like she ever had any knowledge of how to switch back; she'd always just see if he had found a way to do so. Honestly, he had stopped looking for a way to get his own body back a long time ago. He loved being in Renee's body, and her constant pestering was just getting annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-547213713440186087?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/547213713440186087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/547213713440186087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/547213713440186087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LneDP0EDDfg/Tw4geLDi5_I/AAAAAAAAEbs/Djr1Ui6zAaA/s72-c/27080_1360099637313_1076205084_31096070_1562565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4819768270266501831</id><published>2012-01-12T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:56:07.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A night to remember (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-2.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-3.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FO9MaLFbnKQ/TwiBsv1jbSI/AAAAAAAAEWE/dJq3r50NaTw/s1600/304774_266288250065359_100000525571556_1029908_493744_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FO9MaLFbnKQ/TwiBsv1jbSI/AAAAAAAAEWE/dJq3r50NaTw/s400/304774_266288250065359_100000525571556_1029908_493744_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gregg paused once more before heading out the door. He needed to try on one more outfit. He was a woman for the night; he needed to be wearing a dress! He had tried on a few earlier and knew exactly which one he wanted to pick. Giving a quick look at his borrowed ass for the evening in the mirror, he was off to spend an unforgettable night. He started off at one of his usual dive bar hangouts, but soon felt like his new body was a little too classy for the place. By the time midnight struck, he was dancing it up at one of the poshest night clubs in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4819768270266501831?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4819768270266501831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4819768270266501831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4819768270266501831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-4.html' title='A night to remember (Part 4)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FO9MaLFbnKQ/TwiBsv1jbSI/AAAAAAAAEWE/dJq3r50NaTw/s72-c/304774_266288250065359_100000525571556_1029908_493744_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7135338179215840496</id><published>2012-01-11T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:45:01.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Trade up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd6otzR_ymw/TwY2NBZ-9DI/AAAAAAAAERU/W1n_NbvJgmk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd6otzR_ymw/TwY2NBZ-9DI/AAAAAAAAERU/W1n_NbvJgmk/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;James probably shouldn't been shocked when he looked down. Instead of his short, stubby legs on a somewhat overweight frame, he saw a vision of beauty. Feminine boots leading up to long, sexy legs and a beautiful torso to match. Honestly, how could he complain? This was such a trade up from his unhealthy, out-of-shape body, that he didn't even want to ask why it happened to him. Part of him might miss being who he was, but he was certainly more excited about who he could be now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7135338179215840496?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7135338179215840496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/trade-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7135338179215840496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7135338179215840496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/trade-up.html' title='Trade up'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xd6otzR_ymw/TwY2NBZ-9DI/AAAAAAAAERU/W1n_NbvJgmk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-9177728500249890600</id><published>2012-01-10T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:26:01.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother/daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Submitted by Kingler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wqZbAkpKAM/TwYxx8_D5hI/AAAAAAAAERI/MkHMfGkK5xE/s1600/kingler003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wqZbAkpKAM/TwYxx8_D5hI/AAAAAAAAERI/MkHMfGkK5xE/s320/kingler003.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Master! Did I do good?" the 27 year old mother asked the little girl in the basket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Why yes Buster, you did very good!", &amp;nbsp;the girl said back, "You did a good job grocery shopping in my body! Now who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The mother's body jumped up and said, "I am! I am!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Good, now let's get home so I can give Katie her body back and get you a treat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Yay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The mother unloaded the newly bought groceries in the car and then settled the little girl in a booster seat. After getting the seatbelt on, she drove out of the parking lot towards home where her treat was waiting for her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;Note from Author: &lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Okay this may be a little hard to understand, but a dog, Buster, is in the mothers body and the mother is in her daughters, Katie, body&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-9177728500249890600?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/9177728500249890600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/submitted-by-kingler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/9177728500249890600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/9177728500249890600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/submitted-by-kingler.html' title='Submitted by Kingler'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wqZbAkpKAM/TwYxx8_D5hI/AAAAAAAAERI/MkHMfGkK5xE/s72-c/kingler003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2467675470272811287</id><published>2012-01-09T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:30:02.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Not a single hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY2tQpyoOLQ/TwIT2GyBbJI/AAAAAAAAEOs/rq8vi6NntnU/s1600/250645_1888796218383_1195775009_31905661_144584_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY2tQpyoOLQ/TwIT2GyBbJI/AAAAAAAAEOs/rq8vi6NntnU/s400/250645_1888796218383_1195775009_31905661_144584_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mike and his sister, Deb, had been visiting their parents during their college winter break. They stumbled across a machine in the basement that their dad had been working on; the strange invention switched their bodies! They both freaked out, but couldn't seem to figure out how to reverse the process. Their father looked at the circuits and determined there was damage. It would take a few days to fix. In the meantime, they would be stuck as each other. Mike hated being stuck in his sister's body. He couldn't do anything about the bouncing breasts on his chest, but the hair was another story. He talked about shaving it off, but Deb screamed. She warned him not to mess with a single hair on her head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2467675470272811287?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2467675470272811287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-single-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2467675470272811287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2467675470272811287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-single-hair.html' title='Not a single hair'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY2tQpyoOLQ/TwIT2GyBbJI/AAAAAAAAEOs/rq8vi6NntnU/s72-c/250645_1888796218383_1195775009_31905661_144584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5794481627520849743</id><published>2012-01-06T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:47:00.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Trippy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5uXgglOZEU/TwH70xtAY7I/AAAAAAAAEOg/dKLQ9sjtTa8/s1600/pinkpimp4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5uXgglOZEU/TwH70xtAY7I/AAAAAAAAEOg/dKLQ9sjtTa8/s400/pinkpimp4.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someone must've slipped something into Jay's drink at the party, because everything was feeling intensely strange. The colors of the world seemed slightly off but more vibrant. People's faces swirled around, and he felt terribly tipsy. But he was sure that he was hallucinating when he looked down to discover breasts on his chest. This was trippy! He could swear that it felt like he actually had breasts! It felt like he had long hair too! In fact, he felt completely like a woman. But it had to be an illusion, right? A bad trip? At least he hoped...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5794481627520849743?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5794481627520849743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/trippy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5794481627520849743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5794481627520849743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/trippy.html' title='Trippy'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5uXgglOZEU/TwH70xtAY7I/AAAAAAAAEOg/dKLQ9sjtTa8/s72-c/pinkpimp4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8221398303951122475</id><published>2012-01-05T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:33:00.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A night to remember (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-2.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJCQKKRHa6o/TwH4gHSSAUI/AAAAAAAAEOU/EHqcjXBccHE/s1600/314956_270591446301706_100000525571556_1047321_568582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJCQKKRHa6o/TwH4gHSSAUI/AAAAAAAAEOU/EHqcjXBccHE/s400/314956_270591446301706_100000525571556_1047321_568582_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Gregg got back to Sheila's home, he raided her closet. He spent hours trying on various outfits and checking himself out in the mirror. It was nearly eleven o'clock before he settled on something to wear. When he noticed how late it was, he cursed. Though it was fun trying on all these clothes, he still wanted to have a night out on the town as a woman. He wanted to feel what it was like to flirt with guys, have someone buy him a drink for a change, and all sorts of other fun. He knew it would all be over in the morning when he returned to his own body, so he'd have to live it up tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8221398303951122475?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8221398303951122475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8221398303951122475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8221398303951122475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-3.html' title='A night to remember (Part 3)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJCQKKRHa6o/TwH4gHSSAUI/AAAAAAAAEOU/EHqcjXBccHE/s72-c/314956_270591446301706_100000525571556_1047321_568582_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4542959984529902818</id><published>2012-01-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:55:00.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Know better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmrwEcoojkY/TwHhqinTw1I/AAAAAAAAENw/VD_uYHaoaOo/s1600/400370_271573246234970_100001468916051_787714_1204204323_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmrwEcoojkY/TwHhqinTw1I/AAAAAAAAENw/VD_uYHaoaOo/s320/400370_271573246234970_100001468916051_787714_1204204323_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The expression of Ben's face was a mix of confusion, fear, and astonishment. He was looking at his own face across the street, watching as someone else moved his body. After the initial shock wore off, a second one came rolling over him. Just as another person was now inside of his body controlling it, Ben was in a new body as well. The tight white pants he now wore, the stylist blazer, he recognized the body. It belonged to his neighbor, Gwen. He had always wanted to get to know her a little better, but not this well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4542959984529902818?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4542959984529902818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/know-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4542959984529902818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4542959984529902818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/know-better.html' title='Know better'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmrwEcoojkY/TwHhqinTw1I/AAAAAAAAENw/VD_uYHaoaOo/s72-c/400370_271573246234970_100001468916051_787714_1204204323_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2496695652142473014</id><published>2012-01-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:39:00.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Relaxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOo9RAX6heU/Tv3NRU8SEzI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/3uf7J6g5vI4/s1600/4216147345_89e6d2c5cd_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOo9RAX6heU/Tv3NRU8SEzI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/3uf7J6g5vI4/s400/4216147345_89e6d2c5cd_b.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brian decided there was very little he could do about being stuck in his sister's body. He just kicked his feet up on the desk and relaxed. She really did have a great body with extremely sexy curves and nice legs. It's not something he'd readily say out loud, but now that he was her, he was going to enjoy every minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2496695652142473014?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2496695652142473014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/relaxed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2496695652142473014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2496695652142473014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/relaxed.html' title='Relaxed'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOo9RAX6heU/Tv3NRU8SEzI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/3uf7J6g5vI4/s72-c/4216147345_89e6d2c5cd_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-9079278981886340867</id><published>2012-01-02T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:37:52.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A night to remember (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ktHEp0_HCs/TvuZmc3lJGI/AAAAAAAAEIA/uGy7as_YA8k/s1600/319193_263318450362339_100000525571556_1017393_6003805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ktHEp0_HCs/TvuZmc3lJGI/AAAAAAAAEIA/uGy7as_YA8k/s400/319193_263318450362339_100000525571556_1017393_6003805_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gregg was completely giddy, ready to start his night as Sheila. He went to the "Employees Only" area of the restaurant. Upon finding a key labeled "7" in Sheila's shorts, he went to the corresponding locker to pull out her street clothes and other belongings. He got completely turned on as he took off the Hooters uniform and put on the dress from the locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice outfit. Gregg figured she had probably worn it thinking that he would immediately go out from the restaurant. Honestly though, Gregg wanted the experience of going through a big wardrobe and selecting an outfit for the evening. He plucked through her purse looking for her license. Upon finding her address, he set his sights on the first stop for the night: Sheila's house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-9079278981886340867?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/9079278981886340867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/9079278981886340867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/9079278981886340867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-to-remember-part-2.html' title='A night to remember (Part 2)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ktHEp0_HCs/TvuZmc3lJGI/AAAAAAAAEIA/uGy7as_YA8k/s72-c/319193_263318450362339_100000525571556_1017393_6003805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1585057309860797556</id><published>2011-12-30T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:08:00.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FRDTrhw9os/TvoJwjjor1I/AAAAAAAAEFk/8qNk-K826rk/s1600/asian_girl_stuck_in_sudden_snowfall_010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FRDTrhw9os/TvoJwjjor1I/AAAAAAAAEFk/8qNk-K826rk/s320/asian_girl_stuck_in_sudden_snowfall_010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tony had been driving to a New Year's Eve party when it started to snow. He had never any problems handling his car in poor weather before, so he expected smooth sailing. However, when a car going the other way started to skid, he swerved to get out of the way. Both cars went off the side of the road. But that one instance caused more chaos than either would have expected. Though neither person nor car were harmed, the drivers found their souls thrown from their bodies and into the body of the driver of the other car. Tony's first reaction was to take car of his car that was now stuck on the side of the road. He got out and started pushing but felt oddly weak. He looked across the roadway to see his own body, his own car in an almost mirror situation. Then he realized the car he was pushing wasn't his; the dress and nylons he was wearing weren't his either (even though he was wearing them now!); and these boobs hanging from his chest certainly weren't his!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1585057309860797556?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1585057309860797556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1585057309860797556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1585057309860797556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FRDTrhw9os/TvoJwjjor1I/AAAAAAAAEFk/8qNk-K826rk/s72-c/asian_girl_stuck_in_sudden_snowfall_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6397895087444916827</id><published>2011-12-29T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:28:01.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Scrawny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euHcZ-MIYLw/TvochMGx0VI/AAAAAAAAEGU/gQDNVQ49Aas/s1600/jumping+asian+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euHcZ-MIYLw/TvochMGx0VI/AAAAAAAAEGU/gQDNVQ49Aas/s320/jumping+asian+girl.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mike had never been a bulky guy. He had always been on the scrawny side and often made fun of for it. Part of him wished he had been born a woman. He probably would've made a much better woman than a man. As he walked down the street from his latest attempt to bulk up a little at the gym, he clothes started to feel loose. He groaned; could he possibly get any smaller and weaker? But then they started to feel tighter in other places. His hair grew out, and he realized his passing wish had been granted! He had been transformed into a woman! He jumped for joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6397895087444916827?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6397895087444916827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/scrawny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6397895087444916827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6397895087444916827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/scrawny.html' title='Scrawny'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-euHcZ-MIYLw/TvochMGx0VI/AAAAAAAAEGU/gQDNVQ49Aas/s72-c/jumping+asian+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2647587692740625173</id><published>2011-12-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:05:00.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Hormones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DXBeZM7q3A/TvoW-CTclMI/AAAAAAAAEGI/NpZNG487wc0/s1600/indian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DXBeZM7q3A/TvoW-CTclMI/AAAAAAAAEGI/NpZNG487wc0/s1600/indian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrew thought about everything that happened to him. He had heard hormone injections could do amazing things, but the latest technology was truly transformative. Within days, two large breasts had grown from his chest. After a month, his penis had shrunk to almost nothing. A little while later, it had reformed itself into a fully functional vagina. Final tests had confirmed his genetic code down to his DNA had been changed from XY to XX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2647587692740625173?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2647587692740625173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/hormones.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2647587692740625173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2647587692740625173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/hormones.html' title='Hormones'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DXBeZM7q3A/TvoW-CTclMI/AAAAAAAAEGI/NpZNG487wc0/s72-c/indian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-3342103863863492728</id><published>2011-12-27T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:04:00.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNKZktLOO_c/TvjvjkV6J8I/AAAAAAAAEEo/CALOal6uEnI/s1600/6_19aprilfer06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNKZktLOO_c/TvjvjkV6J8I/AAAAAAAAEEo/CALOal6uEnI/s1600/6_19aprilfer06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saul had been in a wheelchair for the last thirty years as his old body whithered away with age. Even though the Great Shift may have swapped his brain into a much younger body with perfectly fine legs, that didn't mean he could immediately use them properly. It took weeks to retrain the neural pathways involved in walking. But each step made him so happy. He didn't care how difficult it was,and he didn't care that he was now a woman; he was just so glad to be walking again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-3342103863863492728?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3342103863863492728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3342103863863492728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3342103863863492728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking.html' title='Walking'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNKZktLOO_c/TvjvjkV6J8I/AAAAAAAAEEo/CALOal6uEnI/s72-c/6_19aprilfer06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6870787629549908777</id><published>2011-12-26T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:00:00.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMZEuexQZ-k/TviME9T48kI/AAAAAAAAEBk/Ok0jKpdbqJI/s1600/bp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMZEuexQZ-k/TviME9T48kI/AAAAAAAAEBk/Ok0jKpdbqJI/s400/bp.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gregg had known his buddy, Ted, since they were little. Ted knew every little thing about Gregg; his biggest fears, his most secret desires. When Gregg finally got engaged, obviously he asked Ted to be his Best Man. Ted promised his friend that the Bachelor Party would be one that he would never forget. It started out at Hooters, which made Gregg groan. Did his buddy really know him at all or was he just going through the motions of a typical Bachelor Party? After the meal, Ted pulled Gregg aside, telling him to be prepared for the REAL party to begin. Gregg felt sick for a moment and rushed into the bathroom. After splashing some water on his face, he looked in the mirror and got the biggest shock of his life. He looked exactly like their waitress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty impressive, eh?" Ted asked from the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's only for the night." Ted continued, "I know you've always been a little more than curious what it felt like to be a woman, just for a little while. Sheila agreed to it for a little cash, and on the condition that she gets to have a true Bachelor Party experience. We were also the last table of her shift, so your free to go do whatever you want. See ya at the wedding, Pal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg was amazed. This was totally above and beyond what he ever expected. He pulled out Sheila's phone and took a picture, sending it to himself so he'd always remember. But he had a feeling this would definitely be a night he would never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6870787629549908777?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6870787629549908777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6870787629549908777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6870787629549908777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMZEuexQZ-k/TviME9T48kI/AAAAAAAAEBk/Ok0jKpdbqJI/s72-c/bp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6954257174789187781</id><published>2011-12-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:31:00.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cSyJoDsVnY/TvSe4kpxYQI/AAAAAAAAD7k/y1RgCXnn7hI/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cSyJoDsVnY/TvSe4kpxYQI/AAAAAAAAD7k/y1RgCXnn7hI/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas was only a few days away, and John's girlfriend was dragging him all around while she did her shopping. At one point, he knew he needed a break, he sat down on a couch at a department store. A woman sat down next to him. She smiled, asking him how the day was going. He told her that he was exhausted, but he still had hours left. She told him that she had just finished, and now she was about to go home to spend some time with her family. He sighed, telling her that he wished he was in her situation. Then in a rather surreal moment, John could've sworn he saw his own body stand up and walk away. Then he looked down at his own body to discover that he had swapped bodies with the woman! He had her body! Did this mean he was done with shopping? He started to get excited until his girlfriend came over as if nothing was wrong and demanded he get back on his feet and continue to help her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6954257174789187781?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6954257174789187781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-shopping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6954257174789187781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6954257174789187781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_cSyJoDsVnY/TvSe4kpxYQI/AAAAAAAAD7k/y1RgCXnn7hI/s72-c/IMG_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1991392947605325588</id><published>2011-12-22T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:11:00.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H8hVybHbng/TvNib9LMTTI/AAAAAAAAD48/8BnRALWNd-c/s1600/K2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H8hVybHbng/TvNib9LMTTI/AAAAAAAAD48/8BnRALWNd-c/s400/K2.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Not bad. Not bad at all...' Scott thought to himself. He was a little concerned when the bodyswapping program that he participated in would switch him with a woman for the first time. For the entire first day, he basically just checked himself out in the mirror the entire time. He never realized how hard it was to check out his own ass, but from what he could see, his new one looked great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1991392947605325588?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1991392947605325588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1991392947605325588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1991392947605325588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H8hVybHbng/TvNib9LMTTI/AAAAAAAAD48/8BnRALWNd-c/s72-c/K2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6712870252291856373</id><published>2011-12-21T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:29:00.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Submitted by Kingler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/submitted-by-kingler.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for Part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAtQP6ymuBE/TvEoesUhONI/AAAAAAAAD2E/mB3Dl1vRO8Y/s1600/kingler002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAtQP6ymuBE/TvEoesUhONI/AAAAAAAAD2E/mB3Dl1vRO8Y/s400/kingler002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Kevin and Sarah had used their "Body Switching" remote to trade places on Friday nights. A couple weeks after their parents discovered their new toy, they decided to join in on the fun as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Kevin and his mom, Rachel, made a bet that if he could take care of his dog Lucky for the evening, then he wouldn't have to do any chores for a month. But there was a catch, Kevin would have to go to out on the town in Sarah's body with Lucky tagging along in Rachel's body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Hopefully, Lucky won't do anything that'll make Kevin look like he has a crazy mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6712870252291856373?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6712870252291856373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/submitted-by-kingler_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6712870252291856373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6712870252291856373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/submitted-by-kingler_21.html' title='Submitted by Kingler'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAtQP6ymuBE/TvEoesUhONI/AAAAAAAAD2E/mB3Dl1vRO8Y/s72-c/kingler002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4498538448946939996</id><published>2011-12-20T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:16:00.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4lAFOh2D-0/Tu5KPRC64xI/AAAAAAAADz0/QTX1dHwg53c/s1600/Nerd-Rhianna--32063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4lAFOh2D-0/Tu5KPRC64xI/AAAAAAAADz0/QTX1dHwg53c/s320/Nerd-Rhianna--32063.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometime in the distant future, in order to further understanding of each other, children in school were required to swap bodies with another student for the duration of their senior year. Martin had thought he had lucked out when he was chosen to swap with Emily, easily one of the hottest girls in school. But he soon learned how difficult maintaining beauty was for a woman! He hated wearing her contacts and opted to wear large, clunky glasses instead. He never plucked her eyebrows, allowing her unibrow to grow back. A lack of proper facial care resulted in massive acne breakouts. And an unlucky hit to the mouth resulted in the need for braces. By winter break, Martin wasn't exactly a beauty anymore, and Emily was horrified at what he had done to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4498538448946939996?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4498538448946939996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/nerd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4498538448946939996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4498538448946939996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4lAFOh2D-0/Tu5KPRC64xI/AAAAAAAADz0/QTX1dHwg53c/s72-c/Nerd-Rhianna--32063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8797071735441794495</id><published>2011-12-19T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:24:00.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfRkVWKZoPg/Tu4TwvWazOI/AAAAAAAADxU/RGagSB2XjC8/s1600/miley_cyrus_lucky_santa_9zy8M7F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfRkVWKZoPg/Tu4TwvWazOI/AAAAAAAADxU/RGagSB2XjC8/s320/miley_cyrus_lucky_santa_9zy8M7F.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nate was nearly in tears as he went to see Santa Claus. The jolly old elf had never seen a sadder boy sit on his lap. He tried to ask Nate what he wanted for Christmas, but the boy wasn't speaking up. Santa had remembered what he wanted, however, and soon worked his North Pole magic. Nate's body quickly grew in size, his hair grew out. Within a few minutes, he was an exact copy of his sister! It was exactly what he wanted! He smiled and thanked Santa for the amazing gift. When he got home, he'd find out that the present wasn't so great for his sister, who ended up with his body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8797071735441794495?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8797071735441794495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8797071735441794495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8797071735441794495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa.html' title='Santa'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfRkVWKZoPg/Tu4TwvWazOI/AAAAAAAADxU/RGagSB2XjC8/s72-c/miley_cyrus_lucky_santa_9zy8M7F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7955779638561081444</id><published>2011-12-16T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:18:51.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Sulked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKeSXVOM0S4/TuvQqoyX1LI/AAAAAAAADxE/_D4wnwJadCs/s1600/Leather+Jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKeSXVOM0S4/TuvQqoyX1LI/AAAAAAAADxE/_D4wnwJadCs/s320/Leather+Jacket.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adam had flown his plane into a strange electromagnetic force. Though he didn't notice the change at first, he couldn't avoid his body's transformation once he landed. He had never heard of anything like this before, but the force had transformed him into a woman! He sulked. No one would believe his story; probably no one would likely believe who he really was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7955779638561081444?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7955779638561081444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/adam-had-flown-his-plane-into-strange.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7955779638561081444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7955779638561081444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/adam-had-flown-his-plane-into-strange.html' title='Sulked'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKeSXVOM0S4/TuvQqoyX1LI/AAAAAAAADxE/_D4wnwJadCs/s72-c/Leather+Jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2685556028301678821</id><published>2011-12-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:26:22.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Twenty minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcLbA6-baoQ/TuqPBvTWdQI/AAAAAAAADw8/BMAfUn_iAp4/s1600/taylor-momsen-leather-pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcLbA6-baoQ/TuqPBvTWdQI/AAAAAAAADw8/BMAfUn_iAp4/s400/taylor-momsen-leather-pants.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The device in Neil's hands told him that he only had 20 minutes left. Twenty minutes before his body would transform again. Twenty minutes before he'd turn into a completely new person. He had invented the device many years ago to allow himself to be transformed into anybody else in the world. A small miscalculation meant that instead of being able to control his transformations, they were random--and for a random length. He had gotten lucky the last time; he ended up in an attractive body and the timer had been set for one year. Now that time was almost over. He'd have to get some place to be alone fast. The transformation would certainly worry people if they saw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2685556028301678821?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2685556028301678821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/twenty-minutes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2685556028301678821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2685556028301678821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/twenty-minutes.html' title='Twenty minutes'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcLbA6-baoQ/TuqPBvTWdQI/AAAAAAAADw8/BMAfUn_iAp4/s72-c/taylor-momsen-leather-pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4134347345491258902</id><published>2011-12-14T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:29:20.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Submitted by Kingler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkRPpwEC9Ow/TukwFkQkNOI/AAAAAAAADso/mKRd7H-ZXGU/s1600/kingler001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkRPpwEC9Ow/TukwFkQkNOI/AAAAAAAADso/mKRd7H-ZXGU/s400/kingler001.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9216); color: #222222; display: inline; float: none; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Every Friday night, Sarah would babysit her little brother Kevin while their parents were out. Things would get a little boring for the both of siblings as they waited for their parents to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9216); color: #222222; display: inline; float: none; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Then one night, Kevin had thought to test out the "Body Swapping" remote with Sarah. A bright flash encircled the two and almost instantly the two siblings felt a change. Kevin saw his sisters dress as he looked down at his feet and Sarah jumped up in joy over the fact that she has the ability to pee standing. They soon agreed that every Friday night, they'll switch bodies to make the nights seem a little more interesting as Little Brother babysits Big Sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9216); color: #222222; display: inline; float: none; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;But soon, their parents discover their little remote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9216); color: #222222; display: inline; float: none; font-family: &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;To Be Continued.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4134347345491258902?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4134347345491258902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/submitted-by-kingler.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4134347345491258902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4134347345491258902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/submitted-by-kingler.html' title='Submitted by Kingler'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bkRPpwEC9Ow/TukwFkQkNOI/AAAAAAAADso/mKRd7H-ZXGU/s72-c/kingler001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1228080417112458937</id><published>2011-12-13T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:14:09.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><title type='text'>Sober up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrJnG4RJq7Y/TufppF04C7I/AAAAAAAADrs/tdBpHKTQpnM/s1600/302502_10150288195297624_707122623_8300074_629320317_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrJnG4RJq7Y/TufppF04C7I/AAAAAAAADrs/tdBpHKTQpnM/s320/302502_10150288195297624_707122623_8300074_629320317_n.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After Jake found himself in the body of a woman, he did the only thing he could think of: drink! After downing more beers than he could count, he went into a cafe to try and sober up. Ordering a coffee and a small snack, he quickly started to become aware of how poorly his new body handled alcohol. It took several hours for his mind to clear, as he slowly came to realize that he'd be stuck like this for the foreseeable future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1228080417112458937?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1228080417112458937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/sober-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1228080417112458937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1228080417112458937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/sober-up.html' title='Sober up'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrJnG4RJq7Y/TufppF04C7I/AAAAAAAADrs/tdBpHKTQpnM/s72-c/302502_10150288195297624_707122623_8300074_629320317_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-132161225537435795</id><published>2011-12-12T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:41:12.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Mugshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pj-txaX504/TuaP_3yC9NI/AAAAAAAADq4/7KIONTF4bnA/s1600/390168_2463498465821_1203027013_32285243_1341293517_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pj-txaX504/TuaP_3yC9NI/AAAAAAAADq4/7KIONTF4bnA/s320/390168_2463498465821_1203027013_32285243_1341293517_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dean Lasky had invented a bodyswapping machine in the early 50s, and he hadn't spent a moment in his own body since! It started off with an innocent swap or two, but soon he decided that the whole switching bodies meant that he could live his life with no concern of the consequences. He'd rob and steal with no concern for the future. However, on a November day in 1957, he was caught while he was in the body of Amber Grant. He hadn't time to switch before the police had him in cuffs. As he stood for his mugshot, he hoped to make bail so he could escape back home to use the device!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-132161225537435795?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/132161225537435795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/mugshot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/132161225537435795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/132161225537435795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/mugshot.html' title='Mugshot'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Pj-txaX504/TuaP_3yC9NI/AAAAAAAADq4/7KIONTF4bnA/s72-c/390168_2463498465821_1203027013_32285243_1341293517_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-269417925988777666</id><published>2011-12-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:08:10.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><title type='text'>Wide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgntAOWWaAY/TuKQuYKdUCI/AAAAAAAADp8/Db61GbDqeRQ/s1600/HIGH_3262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgntAOWWaAY/TuKQuYKdUCI/AAAAAAAADp8/Db61GbDqeRQ/s320/HIGH_3262.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bradley held his head. What had just happened? Why did he feel so strange? He tasted something strange on his lips. He felt a strange weight on his chest. Everything about him felt smooth and soft. His eyes became wide when he looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of a woman staring back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-269417925988777666?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/269417925988777666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/wide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/269417925988777666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/269417925988777666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/wide.html' title='Wide'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgntAOWWaAY/TuKQuYKdUCI/AAAAAAAADp8/Db61GbDqeRQ/s72-c/HIGH_3262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4555138596571418794</id><published>2011-12-06T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:35:30.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother/son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m2m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0fMRU7sT_M/Tt6ksaN96mI/AAAAAAAADl4/9ttdjo0fA_A/s1600/ph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0fMRU7sT_M/Tt6ksaN96mI/AAAAAAAADl4/9ttdjo0fA_A/s320/ph.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Stop pouting, Dad!" Bobby exclaimed, "I don't like being in Mom's body anymore than you like being in mine, but we're going to have to deal with it! If anyone should be pouting, it should be me! I mean, I'm really the child here, no matter what I may look like! You're supposed to be my dad! You're supposed to be helping me through situations like this!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4555138596571418794?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4555138596571418794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4555138596571418794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4555138596571418794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0fMRU7sT_M/Tt6ksaN96mI/AAAAAAAADl4/9ttdjo0fA_A/s72-c/ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2575911225984410992</id><published>2011-12-05T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:08:57.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>The genie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnMhJbeyf5Y/Tt1cIkMViBI/AAAAAAAADk4/Cmsnd5KwQ7s/s1600/photo77.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnMhJbeyf5Y/Tt1cIkMViBI/AAAAAAAADk4/Cmsnd5KwQ7s/s400/photo77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jim laughed after making his third and final wish. He had thought he outsmarted the genie by wishing for all of her powers. However, the genie always wins in the end. As Jim laughed, his body changed. His facial features became feminine, as did his body. He became an exact copy of the woman from the lamp, and she slowly turned into him as well. As the realization of what was happening to him sank in, he stopped laughing. Along with gaining all her power, he gained her responsibility, her body, and much more. He was soon sucked into the lamp, to await his first master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2575911225984410992?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2575911225984410992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/genie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2575911225984410992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2575911225984410992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/genie.html' title='The genie'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnMhJbeyf5Y/Tt1cIkMViBI/AAAAAAAADk4/Cmsnd5KwQ7s/s72-c/photo77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1718570316307300928</id><published>2011-12-02T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T14:33:01.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Loving this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yixT4FrzP-I/TtgOx4M5N4I/AAAAAAAADgk/qB8telFrjp8/s1600/dree-hemingway8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="304" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yixT4FrzP-I/TtgOx4M5N4I/AAAAAAAADgk/qB8telFrjp8/s400/dree-hemingway8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a very strange moment when Xavier was walking down the street, and he was transformed into a woman. He took a moment to feel the curves of his new body when a pay phone nearby hang. He picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evil voice responded with a laugh, "My plan for revenge worked! I have transformed you into a woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Revenge?" Xavier responded, "I've loving this!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1718570316307300928?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1718570316307300928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/loving-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1718570316307300928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1718570316307300928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/loving-this.html' title='Loving this'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yixT4FrzP-I/TtgOx4M5N4I/AAAAAAAADgk/qB8telFrjp8/s72-c/dree-hemingway8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1870842024535920914</id><published>2011-12-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:39:00.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JlY6jeJnYA/Tta-sU_6ylI/AAAAAAAADfA/EXHbQArqQ3E/s1600/283899_10150244726286872_653781871_7786532_6654216_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JlY6jeJnYA/Tta-sU_6ylI/AAAAAAAADfA/EXHbQArqQ3E/s320/283899_10150244726286872_653781871_7786532_6654216_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In an instant Carl felt like he fell into the floor and was drowning. He started flailing the arms about in an effort to stay afloat. He wasn't a very good swimmer, but managed to pull himself to solid ground. He had no explanation of what happened to him, but as he caught his breathe and examined his surroundings, he only became more confused. He was somehow at the local pool. It now made sense why he was drowning, but there was still no explanation of how he got there. Even stranger was the fact that he now seemed to have a woman's body--there was certainly no easy answer for the breasts contained with the one-piece swimsuit he now wore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1870842024535920914?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1870842024535920914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/drowning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1870842024535920914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1870842024535920914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/12/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JlY6jeJnYA/Tta-sU_6ylI/AAAAAAAADfA/EXHbQArqQ3E/s72-c/283899_10150244726286872_653781871_7786532_6654216_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4929424712724535573</id><published>2011-11-30T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:38:00.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Button up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0ajOi77iKM/TtV6-nZRC3I/AAAAAAAADeI/5RWWz62c_bA/s1600/232534d1263146156-courtney-ford-bra-panties-dexter-screen-caps-cfb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0ajOi77iKM/TtV6-nZRC3I/AAAAAAAADeI/5RWWz62c_bA/s320/232534d1263146156-courtney-ford-bra-panties-dexter-screen-caps-cfb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Francine sighed, "Brad, I know I fucked up when I found that strange website that swapped our bodies. And I know you were curious about what it felt like to have boobs, so I didn't say anything when you opened up my shirt to fell them. But now that you are surfing the web to reverse this, you could at least button it back up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad rolled his eyes, "Look, just let me work. Even with your shirt opened wide, your boobs are sweating like hell under here! And that website totally cleared out your history after it switched our bodies, so it's going to be some work to recover the data, so be patient!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4929424712724535573?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4929424712724535573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/button-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4929424712724535573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4929424712724535573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/button-up.html' title='Button up'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0ajOi77iKM/TtV6-nZRC3I/AAAAAAAADeI/5RWWz62c_bA/s72-c/232534d1263146156-courtney-ford-bra-panties-dexter-screen-caps-cfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5964877699051225297</id><published>2011-11-29T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:38:00.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Coach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzCSmjrtQPo/TtKt6jLcjyI/AAAAAAAADZ8/pjQWw4qU8lo/s1600/32487_insolite0046_123_1106lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzCSmjrtQPo/TtKt6jLcjyI/AAAAAAAADZ8/pjQWw4qU8lo/s400/32487_insolite0046_123_1106lo.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was the first game since the Great Shift. Coach Johnson was on the sidelines of the college court watching his team play. They were a rather make-shift bunch. A few of the players had shifted into bodies that were still good for the game. Others on the court were inexperienced people who found themselves in the bodies of the players. He also picked a few tall students he found on campus. He sized up the competition and was thankful that they seemed to scrounge up a team that wasn't any better. Coach Johnson himself was in Dr. Leslie McDonald's body, one of the professors at the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5964877699051225297?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5964877699051225297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/coach.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5964877699051225297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5964877699051225297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/coach.html' title='Coach'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzCSmjrtQPo/TtKt6jLcjyI/AAAAAAAADZ8/pjQWw4qU8lo/s72-c/32487_insolite0046_123_1106lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-9196719849806633001</id><published>2011-11-28T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:58:00.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain transplant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Abduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZWNxfd6xc4/TtKISMQOGBI/AAAAAAAADY0/5VLGYosRwR0/s1600/6562200402_1_1_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZWNxfd6xc4/TtKISMQOGBI/AAAAAAAADY0/5VLGYosRwR0/s1600/6562200402_1_1_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Justin's eyes were transfixed up at the stars in the cold winter day. After the experience he just had, who could blame him? He had been abducted by aliens, taken aboard their ship, and subject to all sorts of experiments. They poked and prodded his brain. It felt like all sorts of thoughts and experiences were often sucked out of his head. It would not be until the ship was a distant speck in the sky that he would think of looking down to see the effects of the final alien experiment. His brain had been completely transplanted into the body of another abductee--a female body that couldn't have been more different than Justin's old self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-9196719849806633001?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/9196719849806633001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/abduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/9196719849806633001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/9196719849806633001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/abduction.html' title='Abduction'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZWNxfd6xc4/TtKISMQOGBI/AAAAAAAADY0/5VLGYosRwR0/s72-c/6562200402_1_1_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-216494087078097468</id><published>2011-11-25T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T06:48:20.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFEgmRiRHg/Ts-o2prwEfI/AAAAAAAADSI/bSj7itPyDf4/s1600/misc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFEgmRiRHg/Ts-o2prwEfI/AAAAAAAADSI/bSj7itPyDf4/s320/misc1.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jay could feel something was wrong with his body even before he looked down, but actually seeing the changes was still a shock to his system. His body hadn't just changed a little bit, it seemed that he was a completely different person. Seeing a dark-skinned hand instead of his own pasty white one was strange, but he appreciated the slender, delicate fingers in place of his own stubby ones. The long, skinny legs were also pleasing; they were much better than his short, fat ones. The breasts and smooth crotch gave him pause. He knew he was a woman now. Something about that fact made him uncomfortable, but he the benefits of the rest of his new body certainly outweighed his new gender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-216494087078097468?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/216494087078097468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/216494087078097468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/216494087078097468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFEgmRiRHg/Ts-o2prwEfI/AAAAAAAADSI/bSj7itPyDf4/s72-c/misc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-11462370528610944</id><published>2011-11-23T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:56:49.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Missing pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx-LIFZoQMU/Ts1ObRgbuNI/AAAAAAAADRM/0zvCEAkE8OI/s1600/sonja+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx-LIFZoQMU/Ts1ObRgbuNI/AAAAAAAADRM/0zvCEAkE8OI/s400/sonja+%25285%2529.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Relax, Tina, I got this." Max smiled as he gestured to calm down, "I caused this whole body swapping mess, and I can reverse it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina sighed. The spell she had cast to switch bodies with Max must've screwed his brain up a little, because it seemed he thought he was the one responsible for the swap. Then she became slightly paranoid. What if he was, and the spell had caused her to think she was the one responsible? But that didn't make any sense, did it? She had motivation! She had a plan! She was sick and tired of being a stripper, and Max was her richest client that she provided with private "dances." Her plan was to steal his body for a little while, funnel some money into a secret account for herself, then switch back. What would his motivation for stealing her body possibly be? Then again, if she was the one responsible, her brain seemed screwed up as well. There were missing pieces. For instance, she couldn't recall what the spell to swap back possible is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-11462370528610944?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/11462370528610944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-pieces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/11462370528610944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/11462370528610944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-pieces.html' title='Missing pieces'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx-LIFZoQMU/Ts1ObRgbuNI/AAAAAAAADRM/0zvCEAkE8OI/s72-c/sonja+%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2561066795498426496</id><published>2011-11-22T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:40:36.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Plus Tax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2mIdyG8MOs/TswyAKm44-I/AAAAAAAADOw/QX20gxbejes/s1600/online-shopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2mIdyG8MOs/TswyAKm44-I/AAAAAAAADOw/QX20gxbejes/s320/online-shopping.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chad visited the strange website that promised a way to change your life for only $9.95. Despite not quite being able to figure out what the site was selling, he felt oddly compelled to buy. Within an instant of entering his credit card number and pressing enter, he discovered what the site meant! No longer was his a nerdy computer geek--he was instantly transformed into a totally hot blond babe! He laughed. It was certainly worth his $9.95 (plus tax)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2561066795498426496?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2561066795498426496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/plus-tax.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2561066795498426496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2561066795498426496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/plus-tax.html' title='Plus Tax'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2mIdyG8MOs/TswyAKm44-I/AAAAAAAADOw/QX20gxbejes/s72-c/online-shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5466024634839021141</id><published>2011-11-18T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:59:52.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1ZMPOlf_WI/Tsbwder1uaI/AAAAAAAADM8/5qHcLimqGKs/s1600/269852_10150215468253095_695098094_7103248_987758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1ZMPOlf_WI/Tsbwder1uaI/AAAAAAAADM8/5qHcLimqGKs/s320/269852_10150215468253095_695098094_7103248_987758_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Clyde may have a woman's body now, but he certainly still has his old male mind. Before the Great Shift, when his current body belonged to his neighbor, she had taken the time to wear makeup, put in contact lenses, and wear a skirt from time to time. Clyde was a bit more asocial. He barely put himself together, never wearing makeup and always opting just to throw on some glasses. He wore jeans, and enjoyed staying home with his porn collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5466024634839021141?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5466024634839021141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5466024634839021141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5466024634839021141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/mind.html' title='Mind'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k1ZMPOlf_WI/Tsbwder1uaI/AAAAAAAADM8/5qHcLimqGKs/s72-c/269852_10150215468253095_695098094_7103248_987758_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5240900170089107645</id><published>2011-11-17T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:02:32.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father/daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother/son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marital swap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2y6VsweGUI/TsWc1elR34I/AAAAAAAADL4/-DvYOtb_6gM/s1600/photo6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2y6VsweGUI/TsWc1elR34I/AAAAAAAADL4/-DvYOtb_6gM/s400/photo6.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Alright, kids, give me a big thumbs up and smile!" Jack told his kids, Samantha and Bryan, as he took a picture with his new digital camera on the first day of their family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was admiring the crisp photo on the back of the camera when his children started screaming, yelling about being in the wrong bodies. Jack was skeptical and thought his kids must be playing some sort of prank on him. Samantha (in Bryan's body) blamed the new camera, snatched it from her father's hands, and took a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was shocked to find himself in the body of his wife, Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family started to fight and flashes went off causing more swaps until the camera smashed on the nearby rocks. Jack's mouth dropped. He was now stuck in his daughter's body. She was in Bryan's body. Bryan was in his mom's body. And Sharon was in Jack's body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5240900170089107645?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5240900170089107645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-vacation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5240900170089107645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5240900170089107645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2y6VsweGUI/TsWc1elR34I/AAAAAAAADL4/-DvYOtb_6gM/s72-c/photo6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8804765140319459287</id><published>2011-11-16T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:49:22.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altered fates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Flight plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJDNEuzZR7o/TsRYpVrNboI/AAAAAAAADLo/j-MCjikCckI/s1600/310596_128929090548974_128909177217632_166287_1445901780_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJDNEuzZR7o/TsRYpVrNboI/AAAAAAAADLo/j-MCjikCckI/s400/310596_128929090548974_128909177217632_166287_1445901780_n.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kenneth was cursing as he searched the front seat of Karen's car. He was sure this is where she had put the Medallion of Zulu after the two had used it last night to swap bodies. He had even checked that it was still there right before going to bed last night. Though both had used the medallion in the past for fun, last night was an accident. Karen worked as a stewardess, and she had to leave for a long round trip flight a little more than twelve hours laster. Kenneth had to spend the morning getting ready as her. Then they planned to meet in the airport parking lot, quickly switch clothes, and let Karen on her way. But as Kenneth continued to search, time was running out. If he didn't find it fast, he'd have to do Karen's job and be stuck in her body for another few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8804765140319459287?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8804765140319459287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/flight-plans.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8804765140319459287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8804765140319459287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/flight-plans.html' title='Flight plans'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJDNEuzZR7o/TsRYpVrNboI/AAAAAAAADLo/j-MCjikCckI/s72-c/310596_128929090548974_128909177217632_166287_1445901780_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1021436539365034108</id><published>2011-11-15T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:40:42.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father/daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother/daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female to female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRegBSFpdx4/TsL3kLTWNtI/AAAAAAAADKs/LuXKA2MRlAo/s1600/166276_488290636192_550531192_6404196_1374773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRegBSFpdx4/TsL3kLTWNtI/AAAAAAAADKs/LuXKA2MRlAo/s400/166276_488290636192_550531192_6404196_1374773_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Walter and Margaret weren't quite sure how their daughters pulled it off. The two girls had swapped bodies with their parents and then ran off with the car. Walter suspected it was some sort of revenge tactic after grounding them last week for staying out passed curfew. Both parents stayed up to wait for the girls. Both felt uncomfortable in their daughters' bodies, but Walter especially so. Around 11PM, Margaret fell asleep, but Walter certainly couldn't. He could only sit nervously, waiting for his daughters to come home, and hopefully fix this bodyswitching mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1021436539365034108?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1021436539365034108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/grounded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1021436539365034108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1021436539365034108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/grounded.html' title='Grounded'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RRegBSFpdx4/TsL3kLTWNtI/AAAAAAAADKs/LuXKA2MRlAo/s72-c/166276_488290636192_550531192_6404196_1374773_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7881398466109930155</id><published>2011-11-14T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:22:36.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Life's a beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scgqYsG9mEU/TsGhfecb2PI/AAAAAAAADE0/plpAR2WaxDM/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scgqYsG9mEU/TsGhfecb2PI/AAAAAAAADE0/plpAR2WaxDM/s320/photo4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Matt had fallen asleep on the beach; he awoke to a slight tickling on his stomach, seeing a small child pouring sand on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just playin', Mama!" The child responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt laughed, "I'm not your Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child looked back puzzled, and soon Matt stopped laughing as he noticed the child was placing sand atop was feminine and toned. It certainly wasn't his own...and neither were the breasts right above that stomach, which (if his point of view was to be believe) was clearly connected to his own neck and head! Somehow he had swapped bodies with this child's mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7881398466109930155?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7881398466109930155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifes-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7881398466109930155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7881398466109930155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/lifes-beach.html' title='Life&apos;s a beach'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scgqYsG9mEU/TsGhfecb2PI/AAAAAAAADE0/plpAR2WaxDM/s72-c/photo4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2185175404537383523</id><published>2011-11-11T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:11:10.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Loose connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oStbKxbf2w/Tr24UdZAVPI/AAAAAAAADEs/uLW6OgoBf8A/s1600/227501_2042762786606_1170431298_2447425_4169677_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oStbKxbf2w/Tr24UdZAVPI/AAAAAAAADEs/uLW6OgoBf8A/s320/227501_2042762786606_1170431298_2447425_4169677_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rick was frustrated when his internet connection went down again. He started fiddling with the wires in his apartment, looking for a loose connection. He spotted a fraying wire and decided he should try to fix it. He took out some tools and went to work. Halfway through his repairs, he was hit with a jolt of electricity from the wire that caused his to collapse on the floor. Some time later, he slowly picked himself up off the floor. The first thing he noticed was the difference with the interior design. He wasn't in his apartment! Then he realized that he wasn't even in his own body! The jolt of electricity had caused him to swap bodies with his neighbor! She had apartment been investigating a similar problem at the same time, causing the two to switch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2185175404537383523?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2185175404537383523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/loose-connection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2185175404537383523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2185175404537383523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/loose-connection.html' title='Loose connection'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oStbKxbf2w/Tr24UdZAVPI/AAAAAAAADEs/uLW6OgoBf8A/s72-c/227501_2042762786606_1170431298_2447425_4169677_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6500095547890425979</id><published>2011-11-10T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:24:01.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qyo1uQ-h0I/TrxqMKHS3aI/AAAAAAAAC64/sh7SX8GhQnA/s1600/272434_2047211112714_1617531644_2012152_1827351_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qyo1uQ-h0I/TrxqMKHS3aI/AAAAAAAAC64/sh7SX8GhQnA/s400/272434_2047211112714_1617531644_2012152_1827351_o.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doug woke up in the middle of the night feeling sick. He fumbled his way to the bathroom in the dark and proceeded to vomit into the toilet. As he washed up, he noticed his reflection in the mirror--except that it wasn't his! It was a woman's--a pregnant woman's! At first he didn't recognize her, but he continued examining his new face for several minutes when it came to him. He had picked her up at a bar several months ago; they had a one night stand. He promised he'd call her, but he never did. He wondered if he was the father of the baby inside of his belly. Then again, he realized it didn't matter if he was or wasn't the father, because now he'd be the mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6500095547890425979?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6500095547890425979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6500095547890425979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6500095547890425979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qyo1uQ-h0I/TrxqMKHS3aI/AAAAAAAAC64/sh7SX8GhQnA/s72-c/272434_2047211112714_1617531644_2012152_1827351_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-333990375822476593</id><published>2011-11-08T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:38:09.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Eating for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15VclK5s628/Trm7HAltAGI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/JQNJu_e5Ywg/s1600/252243_1791918475834_1175790003_31711559_4453836_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15VclK5s628/Trm7HAltAGI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/JQNJu_e5Ywg/s400/252243_1791918475834_1175790003_31711559_4453836_n.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Darren thought it was an odd request. In fact, it thought it was downright unrealistic. But his best friend's wife had begged him to swap bodies with her after pulling him aside at a party, just for a few days. She was late in her pregnancy and claimed she just needed a short break. If he thought it was possible, he probably would've asked more questions like why him or how she was able to do it. Instead, he agreed hastily and soon found himself quite confused. He was in her body and could feel the baby kicking from inside. She told him not to say a word about the swap to her husband--he'd be leaving for a business trip later that night anyway, and they could swap back before his return--Darren doubted anyone would believe him anyway. The two returned to the party, and Darren soon found it difficult to stand on his feet with the added weight now inside. He grabbed some food and was quite shocked at how much he ate--and how much more he wanted! Then again, he was eating for two now! He could easily see why she wanted a break; he was only in her body for a few minutes and wanted out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-333990375822476593?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/333990375822476593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-for-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/333990375822476593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/333990375822476593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-for-two.html' title='Eating for two'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15VclK5s628/Trm7HAltAGI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/JQNJu_e5Ywg/s72-c/252243_1791918475834_1175790003_31711559_4453836_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8878046066145939069</id><published>2011-11-07T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:30:59.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Fairy Godmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCENl3PvlhI/Trh3WiLLsZI/AAAAAAAAC0o/wOrRFIJO0UA/s1600/249603_10150332545468852_790173851_9820865_389939_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCENl3PvlhI/Trh3WiLLsZI/AAAAAAAAC0o/wOrRFIJO0UA/s400/249603_10150332545468852_790173851_9820865_389939_n.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At first, Ian thought he had the worst, ditsiest fairy godmother in the world. He had wished to go to the big party in town, but his parents had grounded him. She offered him a way to go, even promising that no one would recognize him while he was out of the house. He was ecstatic...until she went to work. Her idea of a disguise was transforming him into a woman! There was no way Lindsey or Kelly would make out with him looking like this. But then the hormones of his new body started to take over, and he smiled. Sure, he wouldn't be able to make out with the girls, but he suddenly got excited about making out with the guys. Maybe his fairy godmother wasn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8878046066145939069?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8878046066145939069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/fairy-godmother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8878046066145939069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8878046066145939069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/fairy-godmother.html' title='Fairy Godmother'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCENl3PvlhI/Trh3WiLLsZI/AAAAAAAAC0o/wOrRFIJO0UA/s72-c/249603_10150332545468852_790173851_9820865_389939_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-2624724571616596871</id><published>2011-11-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:36:36.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><title type='text'>Gasp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwywEZgEZWs/TrMlK9-IbuI/AAAAAAAACuk/Id11XySRzvg/s1600/167268_177600408945292_100000860014237_347554_5858796_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwywEZgEZWs/TrMlK9-IbuI/AAAAAAAACuk/Id11XySRzvg/s1600/167268_177600408945292_100000860014237_347554_5858796_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Martin gasped as he turned to look in the mirror. A face stared back at him that was absolutely stunning. He could feel his heart beat faster, which made him quite aware of the large breast slightly moving on his chest. He slipped down the pink top he now wore, absolutely curious about his new body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-2624724571616596871?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/2624724571616596871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/gasp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2624724571616596871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/2624724571616596871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/11/gasp.html' title='Gasp'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwywEZgEZWs/TrMlK9-IbuI/AAAAAAAACuk/Id11XySRzvg/s72-c/167268_177600408945292_100000860014237_347554_5858796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7802938488144621897</id><published>2011-10-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:39:22.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Submitted by Will H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Guffd27U1kU/Tp9RXDUB0PI/AAAAAAAACmA/UaNzNyNuEWk/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Guffd27U1kU/Tp9RXDUB0PI/AAAAAAAACmA/UaNzNyNuEWk/s400/photo3.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jenna has always had a hard time walking her dog Bruce. She'd have to force his collar on everyday. Bruce hated having to be walked on a leash. Jenna had tried every possible method she could find on the Internet that would help her situation. She finally consulted her Veterinarian about this problem and he told her about this revolutionary new leash that he was developing. Reluctantly, Jenna agreed to try out his new leash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Jenna fastened the leash on Bruce and walked a couple feet. She noticed things were changing all around her as she walked a little more. After a couple more steps, she realized she had gotten slot shorter. Jenna then felt a leash on her neck! She looked back to see that it was herself holding the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Her other self looked down and said, "I like this much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly gathered that she and Bruce must've switched bodies with the leash. From that day on, Bruce and Jenna went out on walks everyday, with Bruce holding the leash this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7802938488144621897?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7802938488144621897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/10/submitted-by-will-h.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7802938488144621897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7802938488144621897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/10/submitted-by-will-h.html' title='Submitted by Will H.'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Guffd27U1kU/Tp9RXDUB0PI/AAAAAAAACmA/UaNzNyNuEWk/s72-c/photo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5063804511276191584</id><published>2011-10-04T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:36:00.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Strip club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SnTjNGgccU/Too44U-HimI/AAAAAAAACc4/9O7R5YAeIqI/s1600/368244146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SnTjNGgccU/Too44U-HimI/AAAAAAAACc4/9O7R5YAeIqI/s400/368244146.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Alex discovered a strange magical spell that would allow two people to switch bodies, he was ecstatic. All he needed was to cast one half of the spell on an object as an anchor, and then cast the other half of the spell while that anchor was in another person's possession. His devious plan had him cast a spell on a dollar bill, and then he made a quick trip to the strip club. As Alex cast the second half of the spell, Denise's eyes glowed a bright red as he started possessing her body. Alex didn't really have much interest in being a stripper, but he had a huge interest in becoming a woman, and the strip club was the only way he figured that this would work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5063804511276191584?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5063804511276191584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/10/strip-club.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5063804511276191584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5063804511276191584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/10/strip-club.html' title='Strip club'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7SnTjNGgccU/Too44U-HimI/AAAAAAAACc4/9O7R5YAeIqI/s72-c/368244146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1990779358605160733</id><published>2011-10-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:24:00.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Five Stages of Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey4O1jCzb28/ToVEkOkbHoI/AAAAAAAACbY/vM0uslB48TQ/s1600/22342_910632682727_8601711_54209852_7834707_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey4O1jCzb28/ToVEkOkbHoI/AAAAAAAACbY/vM0uslB48TQ/s400/22342_910632682727_8601711_54209852_7834707_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to come to this bar to pick up women. Sometime I was successful, but more often than not I wasn't. But that was three months ago...before The Great Shift. I went through the Five Stages of Grief. I can remember thinking at first that I must be dreaming, being angry about suddenly being stuck in an Asian woman's body, hoping for a way to switch back, and even sad late nights watching TV with ice cream. Finally, I accepted that I was now this woman, which brings me back to the bar. It's come full circle, and now I'm hoping somebody will pick me up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1990779358605160733?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1990779358605160733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-stages-of-grief.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1990779358605160733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1990779358605160733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-stages-of-grief.html' title='Five Stages of Grief'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey4O1jCzb28/ToVEkOkbHoI/AAAAAAAACbY/vM0uslB48TQ/s72-c/22342_910632682727_8601711_54209852_7834707_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-3191523485730089397</id><published>2011-09-29T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:14:32.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother/son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Responsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clB1HAC4SMM/ToVBMl6tMLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/JEfpwdABnio/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clB1HAC4SMM/ToVBMl6tMLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/JEfpwdABnio/s400/photo.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gretta had given birth to her son sophomore year of high school. In a way, having to deal with the responsibility of a child at such a young age made her feel like she missed out on the end of her childhood. On the other hand, her son matured very quickly to cope with having to aid his young mother. He felt like a child in an adult's body, and she longed for her lost childhood. A passing sprite read their thoughts and thought to grant their desires by switching their bodies. Both seemed surprisingly happy with the switch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-3191523485730089397?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3191523485730089397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/09/responsible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3191523485730089397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3191523485730089397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/09/responsible.html' title='Responsible'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clB1HAC4SMM/ToVBMl6tMLI/AAAAAAAACbQ/JEfpwdABnio/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-377705616138497703</id><published>2011-07-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:33:54.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4XPIiJt5aw/TiCjpAdOMjI/AAAAAAAABqI/0b8vehvThsQ/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4XPIiJt5aw/TiCjpAdOMjI/AAAAAAAABqI/0b8vehvThsQ/s400/photo2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ryan sat on the edge of his doorway. Scared, he looked out to the world that had changed so much recently. Practically everyone he knew now looked like a stranger--they had a strange unknown face. He knew he was no exception though. Gone were his rugged good looks, replaced with a feminine face and feminine body to match. Such was how the Great Shift worked, randomly swapping people one into another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-377705616138497703?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/377705616138497703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/07/ryan-sat-on-edge-of-his-doorway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/377705616138497703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/377705616138497703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/07/ryan-sat-on-edge-of-his-doorway.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H4XPIiJt5aw/TiCjpAdOMjI/AAAAAAAABqI/0b8vehvThsQ/s72-c/photo2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-1377893383919664309</id><published>2011-01-25T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:02:25.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Experiment (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TT9ju__VPhI/AAAAAAAABN0/K0Td65iWu6s/s1600/misc01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TT9ju__VPhI/AAAAAAAABN0/K0Td65iWu6s/s400/misc01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gary had been rife with disappointment after testing his new machine the night before. It was supposed to make him bigger, stronger--but it didn't seem to have any effect on his body. However, waking up feeling strange the next morning, he realized that the effects might have been delayed. But he didn't feel stronger. In fact, he felt drained, weak, and tired. It was then that he noticed an even more dramatic change--the fact that he was now a woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-1377893383919664309?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/1377893383919664309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/01/experiment-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1377893383919664309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/1377893383919664309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/01/experiment-part-1.html' title='Experiment (Part 1)'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TT9ju__VPhI/AAAAAAAABN0/K0Td65iWu6s/s72-c/misc01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7391964760815368712</id><published>2011-01-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:32:48.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend/girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Cute when I'm angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TTTDESkSdMI/AAAAAAAABMg/TFjBTC_rfNE/s1600/71919_488914601141_752851141_7508436_3538914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TTTDESkSdMI/AAAAAAAABMg/TFjBTC_rfNE/s400/71919_488914601141_752851141_7508436_3538914_n.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I never realized how CUTE my face looked when I'm angry," Tyler said to his girlfriend Gwen as he pushed together her cheeks. "Don't worry, Honey, the bodyswap spell should wear off at some point within the next 48 hours. Don't sit there sulking like that; it was your idea! Just because I'm enjoying it and you are, doesn't mean you can act all pissed off now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7391964760815368712?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7391964760815368712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/01/cute-when-im-angry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7391964760815368712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7391964760815368712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2011/01/cute-when-im-angry.html' title='Cute when I&apos;m angry'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TTTDESkSdMI/AAAAAAAABMg/TFjBTC_rfNE/s72-c/71919_488914601141_752851141_7508436_3538914_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7962661269449564321</id><published>2010-12-29T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:42:43.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Stage Diver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TRvGnyVtJgI/AAAAAAAABIc/p651WThw6jE/s1600/tgcaps001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TRvGnyVtJgI/AAAAAAAABIc/p651WThw6jE/s400/tgcaps001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556252952121648642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very fateful moment when Brett decided to end it all. He had stood of the side of a bridge, took a deep breath, and threw himself over the side. He could've never expected that as he fell, a strange phenomenon known as the Great Shift would take place that swapped the bodies of everyone around the world. While falling, he ended up switching with a stage-diver at a nearby club. He screamed and yelled--not realizing what was truly going on yet. He still thought he was about to end it all, but instead he was now inside the body of a sexy woman. Most of the club-goers hadn't noticed the Shift yet themselves; the crowded space generally just caused them to swap with someone else squished up against them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7962661269449564321?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7962661269449564321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/12/stage-diver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7962661269449564321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7962661269449564321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/12/stage-diver.html' title='Stage Diver'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TRvGnyVtJgI/AAAAAAAABIc/p651WThw6jE/s72-c/tgcaps001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-3847793552538717360</id><published>2010-12-27T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:09:08.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Girls' Locker Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TRl9_z5JuBI/AAAAAAAABIU/r1duuM7ZYcE/s1600/glee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TRl9_z5JuBI/AAAAAAAABIU/r1duuM7ZYcE/s400/glee1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555610150553368594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian had wanted to get into the girls' locker room with the hopes of seeing the hottest girl in school naked, but he hadn't planned for it to go down like this! The Great Shift had swapped the poor boy into the body of one of the school's most popular girls, one he had a total crush on, just as she was changing for gym class. He held his new hair in his hands with a certain sense of shock. Sure, he was now able able to get into the girls' locker room whenever he wanted, and he would also be able to see his crush naked anytime he wanted. But it certainly wouldn't be in quite the way he would have expected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-3847793552538717360?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/3847793552538717360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-locker-room.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3847793552538717360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/3847793552538717360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-locker-room.html' title='Girls&apos; Locker Room'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TRl9_z5JuBI/AAAAAAAABIU/r1duuM7ZYcE/s72-c/glee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8184564609381000537</id><published>2010-11-26T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T07:40:45.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>English class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TO_TRVAQgnI/AAAAAAAABA0/6YyPs3XrWOw/s1600/AliBastian123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TO_TRVAQgnI/AAAAAAAABA0/6YyPs3XrWOw/s400/AliBastian123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543881960965833330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Doug woke up in the body of his English teacher, Miss Clancey, he had assumed he was still dreaming. He waited in her bed for a bit before he realized that he wasn't going to wake up. Somehow he had swapped bodies with his teacher! Not really sure exactly what to do, he did his best to dress her body in a way that seemed teacher-like. He wasn't really sure how to do her job, so he did his best to stand in the front of the class and fake it. He didn't think any of the students really noticed, and if they did, it didn't seem like they cared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8184564609381000537?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8184564609381000537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/11/english-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8184564609381000537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8184564609381000537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/11/english-class.html' title='English class'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TO_TRVAQgnI/AAAAAAAABA0/6YyPs3XrWOw/s72-c/AliBastian123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5400346945487691609</id><published>2010-11-10T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:48:56.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation virus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Transformation Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TNsuFmZGrrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/237kwEXTA44/s1600/l_7f3b83a72ce74fc0bb65922a32d73b8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TNsuFmZGrrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/237kwEXTA44/s400/l_7f3b83a72ce74fc0bb65922a32d73b8a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538070840522223282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the Transformation Virus was unleashed upon the world, precautions had to be taken when going outside to prevent one's body from changing. Gas masks used to stop the virus and protect a person from having their body randomly change. But the nanite-infused disease had mutated effecting everything it touched as long as a human body was nearby. Mark was the first victim of this latest strain. He had gone outside wearing his gas mask when the Transformation Virus first started attacking his skin and clothes. He fell down as his sneakers changed into giant platforms, and crawled to a nearby tree. He had trouble breathing as his body transformed around him. Breasts growing from his chest; hair sprouting from his head. He ultimately got pretty lucky. He merely changed into a rather gothic-looking female. He had heard stories of people getting transformed by the virus into some things that barely resembled a human...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5400346945487691609?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5400346945487691609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/11/transformation-virus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5400346945487691609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5400346945487691609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/11/transformation-virus.html' title='Transformation Virus'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/TNsuFmZGrrI/AAAAAAAAA9o/237kwEXTA44/s72-c/l_7f3b83a72ce74fc0bb65922a32d73b8a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4353159970287377314</id><published>2010-02-25T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:25:13.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>This could be fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/S4ba_zMxhnI/AAAAAAAAApc/h-uTUV4loKk/s1600-h/08.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/S4ba_zMxhnI/AAAAAAAAApc/h-uTUV4loKk/s400/08.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442277989334222450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Wexler was scared when his vision blurred but quickly became thankful when his eyes started to come back into focus, seeing his daughter's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maggie," he screamed as he smiled, "It's so good to see you sweatheart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweatheart?...Is that you Dad? But it's not Maggie in here. It's your son, Ethan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ethan, what are you doing in your sister's body? How did you become her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could ask you the same kinds of questions, Dad! You're in the body of her best friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what, Son? This could be fun!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4353159970287377314?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4353159970287377314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-could-be-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4353159970287377314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4353159970287377314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-could-be-fun.html' title='This could be fun'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/S4ba_zMxhnI/AAAAAAAAApc/h-uTUV4loKk/s72-c/08.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7475690872392133151</id><published>2010-01-04T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:09:24.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Get used to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/S0I8XNGSYXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dspTnDtsdMY/s1600-h/0101.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/S0I8XNGSYXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dspTnDtsdMY/s400/0101.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422963270658187634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendy got in the face of Jake and scoured. That jerk had stolen her sister's body, and all he could do was smile with that big dumb grin. He made no apology and gave no explination. He merely told her that this body was his now, and that Wendy and her sister would both have to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7475690872392133151?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7475690872392133151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-used-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7475690872392133151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7475690872392133151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-used-to-it.html' title='Get used to it'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/S0I8XNGSYXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dspTnDtsdMY/s72-c/0101.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4374339543000582570</id><published>2009-12-08T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:41:22.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sx5zAKjUneI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HDX1qq06fKI/s1600-h/tg03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sx5zAKjUneI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HDX1qq06fKI/s400/tg03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412890248815615458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lizzie did her best to comfort her boyfriend, Max. "We'll find that bitch who stole your body," she began, "And don't worry, I belive it's really you inside that blonde woman's body. I mean, how else could you have known all that about me? Plus, I just sort of have a feeling."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4374339543000582570?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4374339543000582570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/12/comfort.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4374339543000582570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4374339543000582570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/12/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sx5zAKjUneI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HDX1qq06fKI/s72-c/tg03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-6482657931195798885</id><published>2009-10-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:08:35.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend/girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>A Mile in Her Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SucoKT-sKrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Wsp5FJsx-RQ/s1600-h/tg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SucoKT-sKrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Wsp5FJsx-RQ/s400/tg01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397326836053846706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was really struggling in these heels. After complaining rather vocally to his girlfriend in public about how long she was taking to do everything; a nearby witch cursed him to walk a mile in her shoes. He had no idea how literal that curse would be! He was not only in her shoes, but her entire body! He decided to just wak it off and get it over with, but he was hitting two miles now with his feet totally pinching him, and he hadn't changed back yet! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-6482657931195798885?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/6482657931195798885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/10/mile-in-her-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6482657931195798885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/6482657931195798885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/10/mile-in-her-shoes.html' title='A Mile in Her Shoes'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SucoKT-sKrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Wsp5FJsx-RQ/s72-c/tg01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-238185979588174098</id><published>2009-10-05T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:42:03.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Can you believe this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SsohHZ2aTBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dxhz43563q4/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SsohHZ2aTBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dxhz43563q4/s400/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389156315184122898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you believe that my sister can actually walk in these things?" Max asked his best friend, Ted, after a weird bodyswap beam affected theie entire neighborhood, swapping him into his own sister's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Max," Ted asserted from the body of Max's girlfriend, Felicia, "It looks like you're walking in them just fine as well. It makes me wonder what sort of side effects that bodyswap beam may have had on all of us. I hate to confess this to you, but being in your girlfriend's body, I'm been finding your own body attrative."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-238185979588174098?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/238185979588174098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-believe-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/238185979588174098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/238185979588174098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-believe-this.html' title='Can you believe this?'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SsohHZ2aTBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dxhz43563q4/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-8221731804033092780</id><published>2009-09-11T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:28:58.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Preconceived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sqqyb2QhEcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y0af1XtNf2g/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sqqyb2QhEcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y0af1XtNf2g/s400/06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380308896338481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas grabbed his head. It was throbbing. What had happened? Wait, what was this hair coming out of the back of his head? How could his buzzed cut grow in this much this fast? And what the heck was he wearing? Had someone played some sort of weird joke on him? It simply wasn't occurring to him that the Great Shift had happened, and that he wasn't himself anymore. Of course, who could possibly have a preconceived idea of the Great Shift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-8221731804033092780?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/8221731804033092780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/09/preconceived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8221731804033092780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/8221731804033092780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/09/preconceived.html' title='Preconceived'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sqqyb2QhEcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/y0af1XtNf2g/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-7032740614838284172</id><published>2009-08-31T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:14:51.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Cleaning Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SpwftY_UY3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DeCSQyyyONE/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SpwftY_UY3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DeCSQyyyONE/s400/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376206919836132210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was simple...Actually, the plan was needlessly complicated. The rich old man had security detail surrounding him all day, every day, but the criminal mastermind only known as "X" had a devious scheme. He had already stolen a top secret bodyswitching device and stationed himself outside of the old man's house. He used the device as soon as he saw a figure exiting the house. Unfortunately, that person was the man's maid. Still, it would allow him to get close enough to steal an amazing amount of money from the man's house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-7032740614838284172?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/7032740614838284172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleaning-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7032740614838284172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/7032740614838284172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning Up'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SpwftY_UY3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DeCSQyyyONE/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-5401262737856852936</id><published>2009-08-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:42:53.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother/sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great shift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodyswap'/><title type='text'>Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/So1f7uoYSoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FXh5v7lDqZQ/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/So1f7uoYSoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FXh5v7lDqZQ/s400/03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372055410257185410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Great Shift hit, Adam suddenly found himself up in the air and spinning somehow. He was also strangely cold. The next thing he knew, his feet were hitting something cold, but he didn't have solid footing, so he fell. He legs split apart, and he thought it was going to hurt; however, he was now able to do a perfect split. He had become his sister, who was attending her ice skating practice. The reason that he was able to do the split was because he no longer had his penis between his legs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-5401262737856852936?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/5401262737856852936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/skating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5401262737856852936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/5401262737856852936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/skating.html' title='Skating'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/So1f7uoYSoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FXh5v7lDqZQ/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-702841642804531262</id><published>2009-08-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:03:17.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age regression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Fool me once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sor6h-AFLCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o3ggMHB44_4/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sor6h-AFLCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o3ggMHB44_4/s400/02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371380967078702114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, I'm not letting you try another experimental ray gun out on me!" Scott yelled at his buddy Mike as he crossed his arms, "The first turned me into a woman. The next one, which you promised would switch me back, made me blonde. Then you fooled me a third time, and I got ten years younger! Fool me ftimes times, shame on you. Fool me four times...no way!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-702841642804531262?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/702841642804531262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/fool-me-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/702841642804531262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/702841642804531262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/fool-me-once.html' title='Fool me once'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Sor6h-AFLCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/o3ggMHB44_4/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7803756316622128866.post-4135631805408665618</id><published>2009-08-17T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:14:08.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain transplant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tg'/><title type='text'>Gender Barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Somr6qS41QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dkbOjjle2aI/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Somr6qS41QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dkbOjjle2aI/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371013054890300674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been decades since the color barrier had been broken in baseball, but only recently did someone try to break the gender barrier. Susan Mitchell took to the field of her first major league game last week. Initially, it was a proud moment for women everywhere; however, the world was shocked to learn that Susan was actually a man! Several years earlier in a freak experiment, the mind of a man was placed inside of her body. There was much debate about whether or not the gender barrier had been broken. Susan spoke up to state that, yes, it had. She felt like a woman and was a woman where it counted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7803756316622128866-4135631805408665618?l=captionedtg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/feeds/4135631805408665618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/gender-barrier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4135631805408665618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7803756316622128866/posts/default/4135631805408665618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captionedtg.blogspot.com/2009/08/gender-barrier.html' title='Gender Barrier'/><author><name>Alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03248192848150674763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/SZzoMu4UiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cz09DP8541I/s1600-R/3282962235_646815789a_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irLazb5m9x8/Somr6qS41QI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dkbOjjle2aI/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
