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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YESH86eip7ImA9WhRUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400</id><updated>2012-01-28T07:38:29.112-08:00</updated><category term="TG" /><category term="Altered Fates" /><category term="brain transplant" /><category term="Bikini Beach" /><category term="Sci-Fi" /><category term="magic" /><category term="possession" /><category term="aliens" /><category term="age regression" /><category term="chemical" /><category term="mad scientist" /><category term="Great Shift" /><category term="brother/sister" /><category term="neighbor" /><category term="hostile takeover" /><category term="sports" /><category term="boyfriend/girlfriend" /><category term="transsexual" /><category term="Miscellaneous" /><category term="marital swap" /><category term="magic taxi" /><category term="MAU" /><category term="work place" /><category term="hooker" /><category term="breast expansion" /><category term="stolen body" /><category term="revenge" /><category term="age progression" /><category term="open thread" /><category term="body part swap" /><category term="cultural change" /><category term="transformation" /><category term="college" /><category term="mother/son" /><category term="accident" /><category term="bodyswitcher" /><category term="bodyswap" /><category term="forced" /><category term="wishes" /><category term="punishment" /><category term="shemale" /><category term="Exchange Island" /><category term="Role Exchanger" /><category term="animal" /><category term="brainwash/hypnosis" /><category term="virtual reality" /><category term="father/daughter" /><category term="stripper" /><category term="girlfriend/boyfriend" /><category term="spells r us" /><title>Nude TG Captions</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=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><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>561</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NudeTgCaptions" /><feedburner:info uri="nudetgcaptions" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CQXY-fSp7ImA9WhRQE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-8020263517607251076</id><published>2011-12-08T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:26:00.855-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T12:26:00.855-08:00</app:edited><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" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chemical" /><title>Ingested (Part 3)</title><summary type="html">Click here for Part 2.
Click here for Part 1.
Larry walked over to his work station in hopes of finding
a way to reverse his transformation. He looked at the
various test tubes, but his mind was a complete blank
on what each one did and which ones he should 
combine. Scientifically speaking, the chemicals had
probably been toxic enough to do damage to his brain,
but Larry found that he could no &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/Bac_evzWSAM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8020263517607251076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/12/ingested-part-3.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/8020263517607251076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/8020263517607251076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/Bac_evzWSAM/ingested-part-3.html" title="Ingested (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/-MSsvyGv8QO8/Tt1hmfcNxVI/AAAAAAAADlM/gLlrdMIBN7Q/s72-c/n20111208.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/12/ingested-part-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAEQXs-eCp7ImA9WhRQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-3830039618765351102</id><published>2011-12-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:25:00.550-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T12:25:00.550-08:00</app:edited><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>An hour</title><summary type="html">Charlotte had warned Bob not to explore her body while the two 
were switched. She’d be gone less than an hour,a nd then they
could switch back. But Bob’s curiosity got the better of him 
rather quickly. He had unbuttoned her top and slid off her skirt.
He was now playing with the waistband of her underwear,
wondering if he should go further. He wondered what a woman’s
orgasm would feel like, but&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/G5XTS_YUuMI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3830039618765351102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/12/hour.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/3830039618765351102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/3830039618765351102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/G5XTS_YUuMI/hour.html" title="An hour" /><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/-9gb8E3puEXs/TtqF8hyONjI/AAAAAAAADjM/sXlm_su1KIc/s72-c/n20111205.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/12/hour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQXk4fip7ImA9WhRRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-2819371955132618924</id><published>2011-12-01T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:11:00.736-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T10:11:00.736-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hooker" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>The charm (Part 3)</title><summary type="html">Click here for Part 2.
Click here for Part 1.
Stan was having a hard time adjusting to being in Lim-Ly’s
body, but was completely taken aback by hearing his own
voice scream at him, “Go away, you cheap whore!” He
cautiously left, giving one last look at his old body.

Things didn’t go well the next day for Kim-Ly. Not having
Stan’s training, she was unprepared for the fight. She made
it out alive&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/PaFr9SCxK4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2819371955132618924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/12/charm-part-3.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/2819371955132618924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/2819371955132618924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/PaFr9SCxK4s/charm-part-3.html" title="The charm (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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivskL3ZAno0/Tqg_ZQXJ_4I/AAAAAAAACo8/ceRo4NjdjI8/s72-c/n20111201.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/12/charm-part-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCQXs-cCp7ImA9WhRRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-7762532260048423020</id><published>2011-11-28T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:21:00.558-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T10:21:00.558-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Fondle</title><summary type="html">Randy bit his lip as he reached his hands down to 
fondle his boobs. Ever since the Great Shift four 
days ago, he had been playing with them constantly. 
He wondered how women ever got anything done! Maybe 
this would get old, but so far Randy couldn’t 
understand how he’d ever get sick of this!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/eb5H1H89tOs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7762532260048423020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/fondle.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/7762532260048423020?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/7762532260048423020?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/eb5H1H89tOs/fondle.html" title="Fondle" /><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/-i-qWGJ_QnJ4/TtJ_61zt0dI/AAAAAAAADYg/XwUxo5Pnp5k/s72-c/n20111128.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/fondle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGQXs-eCp7ImA9WhRREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-2521813552722281036</id><published>2011-11-25T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:27:00.550-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T10:27:00.550-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Awkward</title><summary type="html">The Great Shift had been a rather
awkward experience for James. He
had been at home minding his own
business when it happened. In the 
next instant, he was in the body of
a woman wearing nothing but high
heels in the middle of a sexual 
encounter. He screamed for it to
stop, and managed to push the
person atop him off. He covered
himself with the first piece of clothing
he found--a nearby coat--&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/cuhA3_hXgZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2521813552722281036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/2521813552722281036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/2521813552722281036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/cuhA3_hXgZ0/awkward.html" title="Awkward" /><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/-cNs_Kpxjwps/Ts-0QxSBQoI/AAAAAAAADSg/fX03kVgOhjU/s72-c/n20111125.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/awkward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFSXg_cCp7ImA9WhRREEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-1383002228107877720</id><published>2011-11-23T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:20:18.648-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-23T12:20:18.648-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>The fall</title><summary type="html">It had to be the third or fourth time that Nate had fallen in the
past hour. He was probably giving his new body al sorts of
bruises, and if he kept it up he was sure that he would break
a bone. He wasn’t used to walking in high heels, and he 
certainly wasn’t used to the distraction of breasts on his
chest. He was determined to get used to both, however. It
hadn’t been long since the Great Shift&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/FyGab7K5UE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1383002228107877720/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/1383002228107877720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/1383002228107877720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/FyGab7K5UE0/fall.html" title="The fall" /><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/-rHkl3TNJvi0/Ts1Vag8B5cI/AAAAAAAADRY/y6ZBxzhXmLI/s72-c/n20111122.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQXg8fCp7ImA9WhRSF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-9126436862043841164</id><published>2011-11-19T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:29:00.674-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-19T16:29:00.674-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work place" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Sexual harassment (Part 2)</title><summary type="html">Click here for Part 1.
Jeff soon realized the body in the
distance was his own. He must’ve
switched bodies with Wendy, which
was still cause enough for panic, but
at least it seems he wasn’t caught.
As his former body walked back over
to the desk, he looked straight into
his own eyes.

His own body addressed him with a
smile, “It seems that the tables are 
turned.”

Jeff started to speak, “How--?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/64Zdpz1v8_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/9126436862043841164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexual-harassment-part-2.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/9126436862043841164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/9126436862043841164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/64Zdpz1v8_Q/sexual-harassment-part-2.html" title="Sexual harassment (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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXkdlCjhOAc/TsWnFHmn4OI/AAAAAAAADMQ/buGotnAFDD8/s72-c/n20111119.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexual-harassment-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAQXwzeCp7ImA9WhRSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-6303179834339571538</id><published>2011-11-16T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:24:00.280-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T17:24:00.280-08:00</app:edited><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>Special Delivery (Part 1)</title><summary type="html">It hit Ryan like a flash the minute he peaked inside of the mailbox. He barely had
time to register or feel the changes coming over him, but once they happened, he
could immediately tell that they had happened. The breasts now lay heavy on his
chest, and his new long hair now fell in his face. He was told he would be getting
a special delivery, and this was certainly special!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/QEXYuGhqSyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6303179834339571538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-delivery-part-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/6303179834339571538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/6303179834339571538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/QEXYuGhqSyk/special-delivery-part-1.html" title="Special Delivery (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/--rDZIcWzPuA/TsG_zIVZ-oI/AAAAAAAADHw/rOSDvFPjevE/s72-c/n20111116.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-delivery-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YEQXg9cCp7ImA9WhRSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-5078279749041491172</id><published>2011-11-13T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:05:00.668-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T11:05:00.668-08:00</app:edited><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" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chemical" /><title>Ingested (Part 2)</title><summary type="html">Click here for Part 1.
When Larry awoke, he tripped and
fell on the ground as he tried to get
up. He was not used to the balance
of his new body or the high heeled
boots he now wore. He started to
stand up, fascinated by what the
chemical mixture did to him!
Fascinated, sure, but now he 
needed to find a way to reverse
this!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/X5YIHZERCnA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5078279749041491172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/ingested-part-2.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5078279749041491172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5078279749041491172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/X5YIHZERCnA/ingested-part-2.html" title="Ingested (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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8hvcovMBGQ/TrsxnAa3WaI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/fuhYPR9SxdE/s72-c/n20111113.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/ingested-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQXs8fCp7ImA9WhRTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-581963665756931892</id><published>2011-11-10T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T13:46:00.574-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-10T13:46:00.574-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Zip</title><summary type="html">The leather top wasn’t ideal, but Mick didn’t have much of a choice. It was the only piece of clothing around when he found himself in a topless woman’s body. The breasts he now had were massive and heavy. He couldn’t even zip the top all the way up. In fact, any further and they’d be in pain. This had an unfortunate consequence of pushing the breasts up, making them appear even bigger. He was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/yzU57CaPCbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/581963665756931892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/zip.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/581963665756931892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/581963665756931892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/yzU57CaPCbk/zip.html" title="Zip" /><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/-5_h_hxxrlIU/Trnbo9AIpoI/AAAAAAAAC3E/Xa34f1x4WqI/s72-c/n20111110.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/zip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACQX4zcSp7ImA9WhRTFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-6147911411912260195</id><published>2011-11-07T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:06:00.089-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T11:06:00.089-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neighbor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>What it did</title><summary type="html">John’s head was pounding. He had
used himself as a test subject for his
latest invention. It was supposed to
increase phsycic ability, but so far from
John’s observations, all it seemed to do
was shoot him with a giant beam of light,
cause him to see a blinding white light,
and get a massive headache. What he
hadn’t realized yet was that the machine
had actually pushed John’s consciousness
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/OAIY3d9oY4M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6147911411912260195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-it-did.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/6147911411912260195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/6147911411912260195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/OAIY3d9oY4M/what-it-did.html" title="What it did" /><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/-Lokv0-zJruo/TrRwJXlT88I/AAAAAAAAC0E/ZPimzKCaq70/s72-c/n20111107.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-it-did.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNSHg6fSp7ImA9WhRTFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-7814153460507860457</id><published>2011-11-04T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:21:39.615-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-04T15:21:39.615-07:00</app:edited><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>Seeing souls</title><summary type="html">It was an oddest thing that Devin had ever seen. It looked as 
though souls were jumping out of their bodies and flying into
the air. The souls eventually condensed into a white cloud
above everyone’s heads, and Devin’s soul soon joined them.
Then the souls slowly settled into bodies below, generally not
their own. Though Devin could see everything, he had no control
as he soul gently landed &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/qdUDTFLvBHc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7814153460507860457/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/seeing-souls.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/7814153460507860457?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/7814153460507860457?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/qdUDTFLvBHc/seeing-souls.html" title="Seeing souls" /><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/-Noc5GAwJWLg/TrRlSHOMlPI/AAAAAAAACzk/cg4RCQtRpAM/s72-c/n20111104.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/seeing-souls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQEQX08eyp7ImA9WhRTE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-9093938359393462493</id><published>2011-11-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:45:00.373-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-03T10:45:00.373-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work place" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Sexual harassment (Part 1)</title><summary type="html">It felt like a heart attack. Jeff Galt nearly
collapsed atop his secretary, Wendy Lee,
after having sex with her atop his desk.
As blackness overcame him, he wondered
if this was a punishment. He had not lived
a very good life. He cheated in business
and cheated on his wife. He had even
coerced the sex from Wendy, telling her
she’d be fired if she didn’t. But he soon
awoke, thankful to still be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/XBG_7JglskE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/9093938359393462493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexual-harassment-part-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/9093938359393462493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/9093938359393462493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/XBG_7JglskE/sexual-harassment-part-1.html" title="Sexual harassment (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/-B6UKDVfhOk8/TqhHdZDtjvI/AAAAAAAACpI/DYvtbF7kFBo/s72-c/n20111103jpg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/11/sexual-harassment-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGQX4-fip7ImA9WhRTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-8926102995376542811</id><published>2011-10-31T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:47:00.056-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T09:47:00.056-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hooker" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>The charm (Part 2)</title><summary type="html">Click here for Part 1.
Kim-Ly’s charm had worked! She was now inside of the
body of the serviceman; she could now leave her crappy
life behind! Meanwhile, Private Stan Lanski was shocked 
that he was now in the body of an Asian prostitute! He 
hadn’t had a very easy life. He had joined the army to 
hopefully make his life better, and he only had one big
mission left before he could finally go &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/OpjyiV4ch7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8926102995376542811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/charm-part-2.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/8926102995376542811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/8926102995376542811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/OpjyiV4ch7k/charm-part-2.html" title="The charm (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/-S5SaKILubKM/Tqg5vJl7fwI/AAAAAAAACow/Ih-MA6-lXCs/s72-c/n20111031.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/charm-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECQXg6cSp7ImA9WhdaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-5895430284486663559</id><published>2011-10-27T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:51:00.619-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-27T08:51:00.619-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Exchange Island" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Otherwise</title><summary type="html">This was Brian’s fourth trip to Exchange
Island. From his previous visits, he knew
there was no telling what sort of person
you’d switch with. He had been a muscle
bound bodybuilder, an elderly man, and
a young girl. This time he ended up in the
body of a drop dead gorgeous woman.
He found himself getting turned on as
he dug through her suitcases. He had no
idea any real woman owned such exotic
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/6Dyyjmx4vo4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5895430284486663559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/otherwise.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5895430284486663559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5895430284486663559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/6Dyyjmx4vo4/otherwise.html" title="Otherwise" /><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/-iqqunOfRa1Y/Tqgsw33ZQRI/AAAAAAAACoM/c6Xtev5iipY/s72-c/n20111027.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/otherwise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICQX87eyp7ImA9WhdaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-3825338241102644428</id><published>2011-10-24T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:46:00.103-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T12:46:00.103-07:00</app:edited><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" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chemical" /><title>Ingested (Part 1)</title><summary type="html">Dr. Larry Morris had been experimenting with chemicals in the lab
when he had ingested a small amount of a mixture by accident. He
felt woozy and barely had time to pull three stools together to lie
down before he passed out. His co-worker Amy noticed Larry 
changing as he lay unconscious. She first checked his vitals to make
sure he was okay, and then decided to play a little prank on her
sexist&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/2gYN8V4eNvk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3825338241102644428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/ingested-part-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/3825338241102644428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/3825338241102644428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/2gYN8V4eNvk/ingested-part-1.html" title="Ingested (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/-xO1NhFOj0Kc/Tpi77M8_dFI/AAAAAAAACjg/n7FxcDuocD4/s72-c/n20111024.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/ingested-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IEQX4-fSp7ImA9WhdaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-795604013838010615</id><published>2011-10-21T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:25:00.055-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-21T11:25:00.055-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>In her pants (Part 1)</title><summary type="html">Jimmy had often dreamed about getting into Alicia’s pants,
but he had never expected anything like this! Thanks to
the Great Shift, he was not only in her pants, but her shoes,
underwear...he was in her entire body! He was anxious to
go to a mirror or something and check out his new body.
However, he doubted he would get turned on in quite the
same way as before.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/LOzcFbv1-kA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/795604013838010615/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-her-pants-part-1.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/795604013838010615?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/795604013838010615?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/LOzcFbv1-kA/in-her-pants-part-1.html" title="In her pants (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/-e4qknIoHmOc/Tpi29KWH-FI/AAAAAAAACjU/X6tikdgwLy4/s72-c/n20111021.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-her-pants-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IAQX87fSp7ImA9WhdaEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-3343550696496893987</id><published>2011-10-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:19:00.105-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T13:19:00.105-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Fishing</title><summary type="html">Lloyd wasn’t about to let a little thing like
the Great Shift get in the way of his fishing
trip! The rest of his fishing buddies went
home after they swapped bodies with 
sunbathers on the lake at the mouth of
the stream, but Lloyd insisted on the
planned relaxing trip, even if it meant
going alone. No matter what new body 
he was in, he still enjoyed fishing!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/CsbhF7mth1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3343550696496893987/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/fishing_19.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/3343550696496893987?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/3343550696496893987?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/CsbhF7mth1g/fishing_19.html" title="Fishing" /><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/-cuy0Fb8mtUM/Tpi1rc0Df0I/AAAAAAAACjI/8EgWjUUpElY/s72-c/n20111018.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/fishing_19.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQX8yfip7ImA9WhdbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-1945292881295903932</id><published>2011-10-17T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:41:00.196-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T13:41:00.196-07:00</app:edited><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>Jolt</title><summary type="html">It was 3am when Jose’s bell rang. He tried to ignore it, but whoever it 
was just kept ringing and ringing. He finally went to his door and saw
the young woman from apartment 3B there. She was freaking out that
her power went out. As the building’s super, Jose was used to requests
of all sorts at all hours, but he certainly wished this woman had waited
until morning! She followed him down to the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/Q15aXZViDk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1945292881295903932/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/jolt.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/1945292881295903932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/1945292881295903932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/Q15aXZViDk8/jolt.html" title="Jolt" /><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/-1-w65JdfYJg/TpYl2tKcq_I/AAAAAAAACik/fcq6lJ78UzE/s72-c/n20111017.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/jolt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGQX89fCp7ImA9WhdbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-5313975855656633394</id><published>2011-10-14T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:32:00.164-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T13:32:00.164-07:00</app:edited><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>Fishing</title><summary type="html">When Vince fell off his fishing boat in the middle of a storm, he expected to be
done for. He certainly didn’t expect to find himself washing up on a beach, and
he certainly didn’t expect to be doing it in someone else’s body! He only guessed
that God had given him a second chance at life for some reason, but checking
out his new body, he knew it would be a VERY different life from the one he
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/RpJCGCCzESM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5313975855656633394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/fishing.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5313975855656633394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5313975855656633394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/RpJCGCCzESM/fishing.html" title="Fishing" /><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/-b4t27BfWwmk/TpIE-eX3XUI/AAAAAAAACfU/1r_lb3ZOr_4/s72-c/n20111014.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/fishing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQXs_cSp7ImA9WhdbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-4490035633729056448</id><published>2011-10-13T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:57:00.549-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T12:57:00.549-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Great Shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>Nap</title><summary type="html">Brian had been sleeping when the Great Shift hit. He hadn’t 
realized anything was amiss when the phone rang, waking him
up. 

He answered it, hearing a voice of panic, “Rachel...oh my god...
Rachel, is that you?”

“Who?” Brian asked, “There’s no one here by that name.”

He hung up the phone and went back to bed...still never realizing
his body had been swapped by the Great Shift.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/WpidKXXY0rU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4490035633729056448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/nap.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/4490035633729056448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/4490035633729056448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/WpidKXXY0rU/nap.html" title="Nap" /><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/-h3zRvrgYlMA/TpH89PibbkI/AAAAAAAACfA/kU24HF11Wds/s72-c/n20111013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/nap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACQX4zfSp7ImA9WhdbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-8760878639686346519</id><published>2011-10-12T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:26:00.085-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T14:26:00.085-07:00</app:edited><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="bodyswap" /><title>Darling daughter (Part 1)</title><summary type="html">Bruno had illegally immigrated to the 
country years ago. It was hard to find 
work, but he eventually found a job at
a parts manufacturer. He worked in
the basement, after hours, and off the
books. The conditions were bad, and 
his life was miserable. This was often
made worse by taunts from the owner
or his 20-something year old daughter, 
who both came down frequently to 
criticize his work. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/X5QFJpCzcz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8760878639686346519/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/darling-daughter-part-1.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/8760878639686346519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/8760878639686346519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/X5QFJpCzcz4/darling-daughter-part-1.html" title="Darling daughter (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/-Hwrb5jVkZzw/TouWQVqGhiI/AAAAAAAACes/2anb2nKVhls/s72-c/n20111012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/darling-daughter-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cEQXk5fCp7ImA9WhdbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-5137242852559074598</id><published>2011-10-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:30:00.724-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T13:30:00.724-07:00</app:edited><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>Webcam</title><summary type="html">Bob used to spend his nights on the Internet, surfing various
porn sites. He found one site where a woman on a live cam
would just play with her breasts; he found it hypnotic. He
found himself drawn into it almost every night...that is, until
one night when he found himself drawn into it quite literally!
After watching for several hours, he suddenly saw himself on
the screen instead! He looked &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/AF4bDfkRYIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5137242852559074598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/webcam.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5137242852559074598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/5137242852559074598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/AF4bDfkRYIQ/webcam.html" title="Webcam" /><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/-nkarUhFZkFs/ToqaEU9Nd2I/AAAAAAAACeU/ZnMtmMXeaWA/s72-c/n20111011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/webcam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAQXg4eCp7ImA9WhdbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-4181292085118219115</id><published>2011-10-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:34:00.630-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T14:34:00.630-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hooker" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bodyswap" /><title>The charm (Part 1)</title><summary type="html">Kim-Ly had lived an awful life. Ever since she was young, she had been
forced into a life of prostitution. She had wanted to get out. Not only
out of the humiliating lifestyle, but out of her war-torn country and out
of her life in general. She had been given a strange charm by her mother
that gave her hope. Her mother told her that the charm would swap the
bodies of two people. She eyed the two &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/NUApan4kWrM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4181292085118219115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/charm-part-1.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/4181292085118219115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/4181292085118219115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/NUApan4kWrM/charm-part-1.html" title="The charm (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/-NrkVy5aImEo/TopUo1sh4aI/AAAAAAAACdo/9q0t4I8PZgc/s72-c/n20111010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/charm-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQXozeSp7ImA9WhdbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148177274351327400.post-6857181938604276597</id><published>2011-10-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:13:00.481-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-07T14:13:00.481-07:00</app:edited><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>Psychology</title><summary type="html">Trevor felt strange putting on his wife’s
stockings. The psychologist had taken
role-playing to a whole new level when
he had the couple switch bodies. In order
to rekindle their relationship, Trevor would
have to seduce his wife...while he was in
HER body! But as the days went on,
Trevor began to come to a different 
psychological realization...that he had 
been born the wrong gender!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~4/9cYdPQhFbyQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6857181938604276597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/psychology.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/6857181938604276597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1148177274351327400/posts/default/6857181938604276597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NudeTgCaptions/~3/9cYdPQhFbyQ/psychology.html" title="Psychology" /><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/-wWd6TAmP--g/TopBr_zwssI/AAAAAAAACdQ/1gVIRB9tqLc/s72-c/n20111007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nudetgcaps.blogspot.com/2011/10/psychology.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

