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Uncapped - Set 1

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ThatGuyInThatCorner

Ill-Suited - Inanimate

Mick ran into the worn-out young woman during one of his nature walks, trudging along in the opposite direction on one of the roughest, more densely forested hills on that particular route.

She looked very ill-prepared for that sort of thing. She was in her mid-twenties at the earliest, but had a pout and scowl that looked more like a grade schooler who didn’t get ice cream that day. And small wonder: she was wearing a skirt of all things, with tights and a very light sweater. Her boots had heels on them, relatively high ones which made every step look uncomfortable (not that she seemed to like the long hike in the first place). She was constantly checking her phone for bars, and kept groaning when she found none. When he waved at her she almost fell over just from trying to turn around.

A city girl, for sure. And a very odd sight in this part of the woods. It was impossible to tell how her clothes stayed pristine despite her clear lack of hiking experience. It was a miracle she wasn’t all scratched up from the twigs and bushes, what with the lack of pants and all, and she definitely looked like she was one for appearances.

This was way too curious for him not to say hello.

“Long walk?” He joked.

She responded by groaning and throwing herself against the nearest tree, being extra careful not to snag her skirt on anything. “Ugh…”

“If you don’t mind me saying so, you look out of place in that getup.” He said, gesturing to her very casual clothes. “It doesn’t seem like the forest is really your environment. A mega-mall or a boardwalk, maybe. But the wilderness? Eh…”

“Isn’t that the truth!” She laughed. She talked like a kid from the city, too - super fast and with a sarcastic tone even when she wasn’t saying anything funny. “I always hated these hikes! They last for-ever! And the bugs… blech. But my friend Kelly was always a super big nature lover, so she used to drag me out here all the time - before she became a skirt, that is.” She shrugged, tugging at the her hem a little bit to show what she was talking about.

Even so, he wasn’t sure he heard her right. “… huh?”

“Oh yeah, she used to come through here all the time. Always talking about how peaceful it was to be surrounded by all this dirt and trees and stuff. I dunno about all that, but I still like to get all dressed up and come out here once a month anyway. It’s not a bad way to remember who she used to be, as long as she doesn’t rip or anything. I’m totally hopeless at it, though. LOL.”

Ignoring the fact that she spelled “lol” out loud, he went to work on his confusion. “Seriously… huh? You came out here… because of your skirt?”

“Sure! Well, for someone who’s a skirt now but used to be a friend. I mean, fashion like this is definitely not great for this kind of rough stuff - which is kinda ironic - but it didn’t seem fair to only wear it in the city. Plus its not so bad. You should’ve seen the way folks looked at me when I said I wanted to wear these while skydiving!” She laughed, tapping her high-heeled boots which would indeed have been terrible for anything more extreme than walking on sidewalk. “But even though she’s boots now Megan always did want to be a pilot, so it’s only fair that I wear her in the air a little.”

“That’s… odd.”

“Tell me about it. None of my other friends had such weird hobbies. But then, none of my other friends are clothes now. Funny how that worked out, huh?”

He wouldn’t call hiking a “weird hobby,” but it wasn’t like that was the oddest part of this conversation. “Yeah… funny.” His curiosity had clearly put him in a situation he was not prepared for. At most he thought he’d just end up with a phone number. Dare he go on to learn what this crazy girl was really talking about?

But while he was wondering whether he should keep up the conversation, she was already walking away. “I hope I get some new clothes with interests closer to home one of these days,” she said to herself as she stumbled further on down the track. “Maybe Shauna. She doesn’t do anything but go dancing every weekend.”

Mick watched her go on until she disappeared in the brush, but after a while he decided not to follow her. Either she was crazy, or she was a sign that the world itself was crazier than he wanted to know about. Best to just move on and forget it ever happened.

And yet for a moment as he continued down the path, Mick couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t have any clothes that might have had hobbies once upon a time…


Un-A-Were - TG

"Look, I'm just saying that maybe you should consider it." Juan said for the third time.

"Consider what?” Charlie replied, also for the third time. “The 'curse of the were-woman?' Seriously? Like I'm actually gonna turn into a girl tonight. That's ridiculous."

This strange conversation had been going for weeks, ever since the last night of the full moon. Now the lunar cycle had come full circle, and Juan was worried that they weren’t giving the issue the attention it deserved.

"I dunno,” he said. He was staring at the wall, which would’ve been easier to convince than his friend. “The note that girl left for you last month after she disappeared made a pretty good case for why she could've been Matt Pryor…"

"Matt thinks he's funny, that's all," he scoffed, brushing his hair out of his face in irritation. Juan glanced his way, and stared for a moment before fixing his eyes back onto the wallpaper. “He probably put that girl up to it as another one of his silly jokes. Look, man. I'm going to put this simply.” He leaned into Juan’s face, putting a hand on his hip. Juan stumbled back in surprise. “The girls from down the block finally invited us over for an evening of fun around their pool, and I'm not going to pass this up just because Matt of all people says I'm going to become a chick!”

With that said, he went over to his closet and went fishing for a swimsuit. We started pulling one on as his friend thought this over.

Juan had the strong impression that Charlie would not be getting the kind of pool time fun tonight that he was expecting. But he kept that to himself. Still averting his eyes, he tried another tactic. "Um… I dunno. I wouldn't dismiss it so quickly if I were you…"

"Aw, c'mon." Charlie adjusted his swimwear until he was satisfied, and sauntered away from the closet. "If I was some kinda werethingie, wouldn't I have felt something by now? The moon’s been up for ten minutes now.”

"Maybe, but what if the transformation is quick and painless?” Juan said pointedly. “It could happen mid-sentence for all you know."

"That's just silly."

It was less silly than Charlie thought, given that over the course of this very conversation he had indeed changed from his usual dapper ladies-man self into a curvy brunette. She had for whatever reason remained oblivious to it, but Juan had of course seen the whole thing. Now that she had finally changed into the bikini that Charlie didn't seem to realize was a bikini just yet, he felt safe enough to look at her again. He almost laughed… or whistled. She had a picture perfect hour glass figure. And between that, the bikini and the long hair that fell down to her waist, the only person who could ever fail to notice that she was a “chick” seemed to be Charlie himself… or perhaps that would be herself. It was possible to blame the curse, but Juanard knew better: once Charlie got going, he always did lose focus.

But Juan was also sure whatever that was changing Charlie wasn't done with him. He remembered the way the girl who apparently really was Matt Pryor had acted last month. Charlie was right to say that it was hard to believe they could be the same person. He could even see a little of it starting in Charlie, now that he was looking for it - a wiggle in her walk, a flirtatious edge to her talk, a slight change in mannerisms… whatever she was turning into, it wouldn't be long until it was over.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," she continued, tearing him out of his reverie. "I'm gonna go skinny dipping with the girls."

"Still?"

Something tiny seemed to shift in her eyes. "Yeah! I didn't buy this new bikini for nothing!" Well, that was that. Juan supposed he would see Charlie again in the morning. "You're welcome to join me if you're done being weird."

"You know what? Sure. I might enjoy this." An entire evening partying by a pool with three beautiful women, plus a means of getting one over on Charlie the next time he refused to listen? Who could refuse? He just hoped the girls would still let them. "Just… don't bite me okay?”

"And why would I do that, unless you asked me to?” She winked at him, and Juan couldn't help but smile. This would be interesting. Someone would probably have to keep Charlie out of trouble on nights like this from now on, especially if he kept the same lack of restraint as a girl that got him into this mess as a guy. He wondered if he would have any more luck reining in a girl-Charlie.

Who could predict how much of tonight Charlie would remember, but Juan hoped this would at least teach his friend a few lessons. Including to not be so much of a skeptic.


Silver Platter - Inanimate

The sofa was in pieces. Literally, the whole couch had been ripped to shreds and rent limb from limb.

“I’m sorry. Really sorry.” She was saying. “I just had a little too much to drink, invited way too many people over, and by the time I realized what was going on the whole place was a wreck! You know how I get, right?”

I couldn’t really pay much attention. There was just too much carnage. The sofa was just the worst of it: the curtains were ripped down, the walls were stained with who knows what… it would take ages to get the room just to the point where I could stand to look at it, let alone back to normal.

“I should’ve known you couldn’t be trusted,” I said. It probably wasn’t as biting as I hoped, I was just too stunned, but I got the job done. I go out to catch a creature feature and try to spend one night with my boyfriend, after staying home dealing with her day after day, and this is what I come home to? I give my dues, I pay the half of the rent she never seems to come up with, do I really deserve this?

She winced. “Did I mention I’m sorry?” She squeaked, trying to sound innocent. That did it.

She always said that. Always. I was so tired of it I just went numb, and stood there looking over the tatters of my poor sofa for a while. This probably unnerved her way worse than anything I might have said, because it only took her four minutes of silence to cave like a cheap cake.

“Okay, look. Zap me. I mean it. Make me into something to make up for it!”

Wow. So she really was trying to make up for it. She hated it when I used my magic on her, she always has, and isn’t likely to have changed simply because she’s trying to stop me from blowing up on her. Obviously, she’s desperate. Maybe she thinks I’ll do to her what she did to my apartment Well, if she wanted to give me an open invitation…

I simply stared at her, which had the intended effect of making her think I wasn’t going for it. “I-I mean it! It’s a nice day. Go to the beach, and I’ll help! You need a swimsuit?” She put on a sexy pose, as if to imply her figure would make her a prime candidate for swimwear. It actually might, but that wasn’t really the point right now. “Or how about a ball, so you can play a few games with that gang you meet every once in a while? I… um… think your old one might’ve gotten busted last night.”

I felt a twinge of anger, but pushed it down for the sake of thinking it over. She knew how much I loved volleyball - that ball was signed.

But I was onto her game. She might hate being changed into things, but these were all things that were at least exciting to change into: as my swimsuit, she could effectively take part in everything I did even if she couldn’t really contribute. As a ball, she would spend much of the trip sitting in my bag or lying on the beach, but even she admitted to me once or twice that being the ball in a game and getting batted around to and fro was actually quite exciting. These would be punishments, yes, but they would be better than most alternatives - she’d actually enjoy these a little.

Pretty slick, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care at all about punishing her. Well, not exactly. All I cared about was getting my apartment back into some semblance of order. She had really done it this time. It was the worst disaster she’d wrought since that time she brought a whole track team through here. And at least then it was unpleasant but nothing was actually broken. Most of it would just take time to clean up, even less if I were giving myself a little pick me up, and if I were cleaning I’d probably be able to get the smell of rum out of the furniture so that wasn’t a problem, but some things were far too damaged for even my magic to reliably fix. Or at least, they were broken enough that it was better… to get… replacements…

Well, there you go. It was decided.

Still glaring, I made a big show of sighing and rolling my eyes to make it look like I’d taken her up on her offer. It worked. She tensed up but stop panicking, still expecting me to turn her into something for a day out… I’ll admit I allowed myself a small smile as I burst her bubble. “It’s a good idea,” I said. “But I don’t think I need to relax at the moment.” Her smile faltered, and she looked at me with confusion. Now she was panicking. “Right now, what I need is a replacement sofa.”

Her eyes widened for a split second as she realized what I was about to do before I actually did it. My spell hit her directly in the chest and immediately she fell backwards, changing rapidly. I leaned over to watch: these transformations sometimes happened in very interesting ways, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

She caught herself falling down, but whether it was instinct or the spell wasn’t clear. On the other hand, the pose she pulled herself into was definitely the magic. She lifted herself to all fours backwards, as if she were doing an upside down plank. Her elbows were behind her head, and they and her knees were bent so that her palms and feet were flat on the floor. It looked a little uncomfortable, but she could only stare blankly at the ceiling. I could feel her nervousness, just like I could whenever I transformed anyone, but she couldn’t show it on her face.

Once she was in place, she began to change. First she widened out, as if someone grabbed her left and right sides and stretched her. Her hands and feet turned brown and began to narrow out, which spread up her arms and legs until her she had four wooden pegs. The rest of her split. The half closest to the floor - her shoulders, back and butt - changed just like her limbs, becoming wooden and flat. On three sides, the wood lengthened and rose into the air to become a backboard and a pair of armrests.  The upper part of her - her face, breasts and lap, melded into a single fabric shape and then separated into three parts that fluffed up into the kind of nice, soft cushions I like.

It was just the way I wanted it! But then, I’m pretty good at this.

She looked so cozy I wanted to jump on her right away, but there was still the mess to think of so I showed restraint. Just a little. Enough that once I was sure she was done I at least pushed her a little closer to where the old sofa had been and made sure the rest of her predecessor - which was an actual sofa I bought, I swear - was cleaned up before throwing myself onto one of her cushions. It was a wonderful feeling. She was soft and comfortable to lay down on. She might have been a little dusty and smelled faintly of the alcohol, just as she hand when she was human, but that would probably all come out with a thorough cleaning. All in all, despite the utter wreck she made of our - well, make that my - apartment, things were looking up.

With a faint smile, I regarded my new couch to tell her the good news. “In fact,” I laughed. “I’m pretty sure I need a sofa a lot more than I need an irresponsible roommate.”

I was immediately met with a sudden wave of terror as she realized what I was implying, but it was really her own fault. Again, she gave me an open invitation. But since she would have little further need of them, I finished the job by tapping the side of the couch to lock those troublesome worries deep away. She would continue to feel, in a way, but everything that made her her was no longer anyone’s problem - not even her own. That way she wouldn’t have to worry about… well… anything, and I wouldn’t have to deal with feeling her out-of-control emotions every time I wanted to lay back and watch one of my monster marathon.

Speaking of which, I got myself nice and cozy in preparation for a whole afternoon of enjoying a few choice horror classics, then maybe a nice nap. The rest of the apartment could wait until after I broke in my new couch. And I was right: she really does make a better sofa than a roommate.

I think I prefer her to my old one, actually. She’s far more comfortable, and while she looks more classy than hardy hopefully she won’t break as easy. For her sake, anyway. For all I know, my next roommate could be just as much a problem as she was…


No Help - TG

“Whoa!” Colin squeaked as he slipped and nearly fell over again. “How do girls do this?” He sighed, looking down at the four-inch heels he… or more accurately she… was nearly breaking her neck trying to master. “I’m never going to get the hang of these things.”

“This is getting sad…” Colin turned to find Raen standing there, smirking at him just as he had been ever since first casting the spell. She could have punched him, if she wasn’t sure she’d fall over trying. “Are you sure you don’t want me to just give you a little help?”

“No way! I know you!” Colin snapped, standing her ground - as best she could, given that she couldn’t even stand up. “You give me ‘a little help,’ and the next thing I know I’m going by ‘Colleen,’ spending a mint on even more of these death traps and gushing about how cute the boys in my contact list are. I let you change me for one reason and one reason only, so I could pretend to be Ricky’s girlfriend and help him get his inheritance. I’m not about to let you turn me into some kinda girly girl.”

“You’re generalizing.” Raen replied. “You do know most girls don’t actually act like that?”

“They do when you’ve had your claws in them.”

Raen sighed. “Strictly speaking, thinking Ricky was cute would probably make your act a lot more convincing…” He said under his breath, so that Colin wouldn’t hear. She did anyway.

She growled at him between gasps of lost balance. She settled for propping herself up doubled over her couch for now, while she chewed him out. “You better not have said what I think you said!”

“I’m just saying!” Raen grinned sheepishly. “Maybe Ricky likes girly girls.”

“He doesn’t.” She said flatly. “And even if he does, he doesn’t actually want a girlfriend. He wants ME, doing him a favor. So butt out!”

“What an ironic thing to say…” Raen quipped, taking note of Colin’s awkward bent over pose, which he was viewing from behind. He rolled his eyes as Colin hissed at him. “Look, I’m just kidding around and you know it. All I would do is make it so you knew the essentials: how to walk in heels, do makeup, carry yourself. Everything you need to not sabotage this little con you’re trying to pull. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Colin scoffed, slowly trying to raise himself up to standing. “Yeah, yeah. Tell that to Wendy Charleston!” Raen winced, but didn’t say anything. “I didn’t know she was one of yours until after we broke up, but I’m pretty sure she wasn’t into tossing her skivvies at boy bands back when she was Dewey.”

“You never know, Dewey always WAS into pop music.”

“RAEN!” Colin suddenly shouted, his patience gone. This was a bad idea, as it send him off balance again and forced him to hug the couch again just to avoid falling over.

Raen threw his arms up defensively. Now this really was just getting sad. “Oh, come on! That was… different!” He whined. “Someone paid me to turn Dewey into Wendy. You paid me NOT to do something that drastic.”

“Right.” Colin said flatly. “And what’s to say someone else didn’t pay you more to do it anyway? I happen to be painfully aware of how I look,” she grunted, indicating the tight dress she was expected to wear when meeting Ricky’s parents. “Half the guys I know would probably pay through the nose to make me stay like this.”

“Including Ricky?”

Colin snapped again. “Shut up and stay away from my brain!”

“I’m not going to do mess with your head!” Raen shouted right back.

“But you would if you were asked to, wouldn’t you? And I bet you’d lie about it!”

“Um…”

“Uh huh,” Colin grunted skeptically. “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll take my chances.” And with that, she went back to - poorly - trying to focus on maintaining her balance. It was going to be a long, long process, but she thought she could ignore any more of Raen’s smirks for now…
A long time ago I retired from posting captions. Between a minor crisis of conscience about the whole thing and the time someone stole my blog space, I stopped being interested.

I'm still not too interested in posting them, but I do sometimes make them recreationally. Just like how when I get a really great idea I want to write it, sometimes I make a caption for myself that's a keeper. So I decided to spice up a few and turn them into vignettes.

I've done this with full stories before (The Shifters), but the idea of a series of these appeals to me. Here's the first set with two TGs and two Inanimates. Vaguely talking about tfs instead of showing them is always fun, but I've always wanted to write a werewoman story. Plus Raen returns, and a rare tf into a sofa.
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I like how you described the tf there. It gave me an idea of what happened the whole way through, which I appreciated. Thanks for the example!