Our TG Captionpage 7
written by... Gwarfom
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POPULAR GIRL.
At once your arms, neck, and legs are locked into place!
“What the fuck?”
HAIRSTYLE CHANGE TO CURLY PONYTAIL. INCREASE LENGTH BY 50% AND ADD ACCESSORY. ADD BOUFFANT IN FRONT.
A mirror appears in front of you as you watch robotic appear and rapidly restyle your hair into a long, curly ponytail hanging from your left side. They also spray it with a weird substance, causing it to grow. Witt a final accessory, it looks amazing, but you are still horrified.
“What is going on!? Help!!”
MAKEUP PROTOCOL ACTIVATED. 100% OF RESOURCES TO BE USED.
More mechanical arms appear, with every makeup product possible in their hands. You scream and jerk but it does nothing to prevent them from totally going crazy on your face and making it...beautiful, actually. You even feel them color your nails.
“S-stop it! Now!”
OUTFIT CHANGE REQUIRED. SIMPLE BLACK TOP WITH JEANS. BAREFOOT FOR NOW.
The arms rip your clothes off, leaving you naked momentarily before putting a plain yet very comfortable and attractive new fit on you.
FINAL ADJUSTMENTS: INCREASE AGE BY 1 YEAR AND INCREASE BREAST SIZE BY TWO CUPS.
Your flat chest now has some texture as a needle injects an odd hormone into your body, creating the sudden physical changes.
VISUAL CHANGES COMPLETE.
“Wow...I look amazing, but...I’M NOT A GIRL! This is a huge mistake!”
PERSONALITY REWRITE AND MEMORY WIPE PROTOCOL SHALL BEGIN.
“What? No, not m-”
A large helmet descends from the ceiling and straps itself to your head. It lights up and your brain completely goes blank.
MEMORY WIPE SUCCESSFUL...UPLOADING NEW MEMORIES AND PERSONALITY. SUBJECT IS NOW CASSIDY LAWTON, FEMALE, 18. A STEREOTYPICAL POPULAR TEEN GIRL WITH A LOVE OF SHOPPING AND SEX. ESPECIALLY FLIRTATIOUS. DITZY AND UNINTELLIGENT; IQ OF 92. FINAL TOUCHES REGISTERING...
COMPLETE!
The helmet is whisked away and your body is freed. You slowly step outside back onto the game show stage.
“Cassidy!” Says Tucker.
“Like, what is it Tucker? I should be, like, at a freakin’ party right now. I, like, never miss those.”
“Another success story! You will go Cassidy, and thanks for playing...”
“CHOOSE THAT TF!”
You don’t have a clue what that means. You just want to go to the party to hook up with that stud Trevor...
At once your arms, neck, and legs are locked into place!
“What the fuck?”
HAIRSTYLE CHANGE TO CURLY PONYTAIL. INCREASE LENGTH BY 50% AND ADD ACCESSORY. ADD BOUFFANT IN FRONT.
A mirror appears in front of you as you watch robotic appear and rapidly restyle your hair into a long, curly ponytail hanging from your left side. They also spray it with a weird substance, causing it to grow. Witt a final accessory, it looks amazing, but you are still horrified.
“What is going on!? Help!!”
MAKEUP PROTOCOL ACTIVATED. 100% OF RESOURCES TO BE USED.
More mechanical arms appear, with every makeup product possible in their hands. You scream and jerk but it does nothing to prevent them from totally going crazy on your face and making it...beautiful, actually. You even feel them color your nails.
“S-stop it! Now!”
OUTFIT CHANGE REQUIRED. SIMPLE BLACK TOP WITH JEANS. BAREFOOT FOR NOW.
The arms rip your clothes off, leaving you naked momentarily before putting a plain yet very comfortable and attractive new fit on you.
FINAL ADJUSTMENTS: INCREASE AGE BY 1 YEAR AND INCREASE BREAST SIZE BY TWO CUPS.
Your flat chest now has some texture as a needle injects an odd hormone into your body, creating the sudden physical changes.
VISUAL CHANGES COMPLETE.
“Wow...I look amazing, but...I’M NOT A GIRL! This is a huge mistake!”
PERSONALITY REWRITE AND MEMORY WIPE PROTOCOL SHALL BEGIN.
“What? No, not m-”
A large helmet descends from the ceiling and straps itself to your head. It lights up and your brain completely goes blank.
MEMORY WIPE SUCCESSFUL...UPLOADING NEW MEMORIES AND PERSONALITY. SUBJECT IS NOW CASSIDY LAWTON, FEMALE, 18. A STEREOTYPICAL POPULAR TEEN GIRL WITH A LOVE OF SHOPPING AND SEX. ESPECIALLY FLIRTATIOUS. DITZY AND UNINTELLIGENT; IQ OF 92. FINAL TOUCHES REGISTERING...
COMPLETE!
The helmet is whisked away and your body is freed. You slowly step outside back onto the game show stage.
“Cassidy!” Says Tucker.
“Like, what is it Tucker? I should be, like, at a freakin’ party right now. I, like, never miss those.”
“Another success story! You will go Cassidy, and thanks for playing...”
“CHOOSE THAT TF!”
You don’t have a clue what that means. You just want to go to the party to hook up with that stud Trevor...
What do you do?
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