Justice served ironically

"Good afternoon ladies," said the older course leader Karen with a visible grin.

"You've all been turned into women for at least a year for various offenses - that's why you're here," she said, looking around. The boys and men were more or less in a good mood. The new justice options had been around for a few years and they knew it was no joke and some were glad they only had a year ahead of them. For punishments over a year, the new women had to do a suitable job that matched their offense. In addition, it was of course embarrassing for everyone to have to go out in public as a woman and face their families.

Most of the new vagina owners listened attentively, as violations were accompanied by longer punishments.

"Ok. First of all, yes I was a man too, but I'm turned for life. No Karen jokes please, I'm sensitive about that. Listen carefully, it will make the whole thing a lot easier for you. None of you have life sentences, but I can tell you that too many mistakes and resistance quickly lead to that - the justice system is overloaded. By the way, the high heels are a salute from the judge and are non-negotiable, trust me. Before we learn the ropes as women, any questions?"

Jason on the far left did his best to keep his mouth shut.  He had been given the job of an Onlyfans model - for 3 years. He had uploaded pictures of his best friend's mother and created a fake account. He was of the opinion that a woman of her age could still be successful and that is exactly what he is now allowed to test as a 40-year-old female version of himself. "What about the money I make?" asked Jason, who was now on Onlyfans as Jessica Jugs.

"You can use the money to support yourself, but anything over $2,000 goes to your best friend's family. You must make at least 100k every year or your sentence will be extended by 1 year" Karen read from the sentence.

"What a shit, I can hold my tits up to the camera and not even earn anything!" said Jason, crossing his arms under his big, heavy boobs.

"Umm, so I just want to know how long I have to work as a prostitute every day?" the blonde in the front right asked with a smile. The 45 year old Robert hoped that this was optional for him for the next 2 years. He had slandered his neighbor as a hooker. 

"So it's up to you whether it's day or night - but 8 hours a day, except Sunday. Minimum 10 men a day, otherwise the sentence is extended by a month," said Karen and the smile disappeared from Robert's face. 

In the row behind them, David and Calvin already had their schedule for the strip club where they would be working for 4 years. The two crypto-investors in their early 20s thought they owned the world and were bouncing and harassing strippers in several venues. 

The two smiled as they somehow thought they could get away with showing their asses and tits on stage for a few years. What they hadn't realized was that they were in the private club of a secret billionaire's club and that they had to find true love. If they failed to do so, they would remain the trophy wife of a rich man for life.

Karen smiled. She had many of these classes every week. "Ok, let's start with penis lessons ladies ... "

First try of a longer cap after some time. I love irony and karma :D

TFGun Massacre

Steven was by now an experienced thief and robber. Most of his selfconfidence actually came from the TFGun he once bought on a flea market. He thought it was a toy gun and wanted to use it at the local alcohol store as a first try. He aimed at the owner and yelled at him to give him all the money. The owner was experienced and immediately saw it was a toy gun. "Guy, get out of here quick, or I'll call the cop" he said cool. Steven was afraid and was about to leave when he acted like a kid and acted as if he was shooting him. A pink flash came out of the gun and hit the owner who immediately transformed into a female 47 year old version of himself. The name tag on his tight top suddenly said Denise instead of David. 

From that day on Steven knew it was the others who should be afraid of him. The word spread fast and most store owners, banks and normal people who he wanted to rob let him do his job otherwise they knew what would happen. 

Often enough though he had to demonstrate his powers and he experimented with his gun. He found out that he just has to think of a picture or a female job, name or anything like that and the guy would change the person fitting to what he thought. Some months ago he was robbing a gas station and quickly looked at the board with the magazine covers. As the 19 year old cashier refused to give him the money first he shot at him while still having the picture of Katy Perry in his head. He also found out that it is a one-way ticket. The gun would never work twice on someone since he tried to change the Katy Perry double back but it wouldn't work.

The newspapers next day said "Started his shift as 19 year old Jason and got hom as Katy Perrys twin - read her story" and people started to get pissed.

From that day on Steven was greeted by more and more resistance during his jobs and the police always tried harder to take his gun away.

So when he tried to rob a big bank downtown as one of his last jobs the situation quickly got out of control. People wouldn't listen to him and he already heard the sirens. He panicked and decided to grab a young boy as a hostage. "Leave me alone, or I think of a grandma!" he yelled and took the boy with him out in the park. He was surrounded by many people and a group of 5 police men ran towards him. "Put that gun down and give up" they yelled holding up their real guns.

"Yeah? I think I know a place were you should work instead of the police, I was there yesterday" with that he quickly shot at the officers who immediately turned into busty strippers in police uniforms. "Much better huh? He laughed" as the new strippers fell on their butts due to their shifted balance and their high heels. 

He spotted some girls filming everything on their smartphones. "Fucking bitches" he said and shot them. Shortly after that there were four female dogs running out.

One man tried to be brave and approached Steven and his hostage form the right but he saw him. A second later the pink beam hit him and the black man was a 10 year old girl with blonde pigtails.

"Ok, you all don't want to listen? Then I will show you what power I have." From that on he randomly shot at people and thought about something nice for them to transform into. A young woman that reminded him of his ex was instantly turned into a pig. A father was turned into his daugther and her daugther into her father. Two yelling punks were suddenly screaming in the voices of Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton.

He spotted two men and aimed at them "you, you can be a hooker and you, why don't you look like your own mom" he said. Bad luck would have it that the beam accidently hit the glas front of the guys smartphone and the beam was reflected. The first one hit himself and the second one his hostage.

"No way, fuck!!" he screamed in his high pitched voice, looking at his slender hand with the red fingernails holding the gun. Immediately two other officers ran towards them and held his now weaker arm with the gun up in the sky. "Let go of the gun, whore!" yelled the cop and smiled dirty at Steven. "I'm sorry for you boy, but you can go back to your family".
Steven looked down at his clearly female body, wearing only a red-black top with alot of cleavage, showing off his fake double Ds, a short black leather skirt, fishnet stocking and pink platform hooker boots.
After 3 years in a women prison (the judges agreed that he got a fitting punishment already) Steven, now Stephanie, had no other opportunities to work in the business she gave herself.

Magische Kriminalität (German)

"Kann ich meine Hände jetzt wieder runternehmen" sagte Niels in der neuen Mädchenstimme die er seit 20 Minuten hatte. "Wir sind wirklich Männer, die eine aus dieser Mädchengang hat uns verwandelt!"
"Klar Blondie, habt ihr Drogen genommen? Ich kenne das Millieu hier und ihr lasst euch immer neue Ausreden einfallen, um keine Strafe abzubekommen. Jetzt her mit deinem Ausweis!" sagte der genervte Polizist.
"Den hab ich ja eben versucht zu suchen als ihr dachtet ich hol n Messer oder so raus. Ich hab keine Ahnung wo ich hier meinen Ausweis haben könnte." Nach ein wenig suchen beachtete Niels die Handtasche die zwischen seinen Beinen stand, direkt neben den pinken Converse Schuhen. "Ah hier .. ey, ich hab echt keine Ahnung was hier abgeht. Hier scheint wohl mein Portmonee zu sein, aber nochmal, ich und Dominik hier haben die alte Dame da nicht ausgeraubt. Das war so eine Mädchengang und wir wollten helfen. Plötzlich holt die eine so einen alten Stock aus ihrer Tasche zeigt auf uns ... ich wurde von irgendwas getroffen und im nächsten Moment habe ich blonde Haare im Gesicht und pinke Fingernägel.
"Ja ja ... ist klar Mädchen. Gut ... ja, das ist dein Ausweis: Chantal Barinski, geboren 2001 in Berlin. Was ist mit der Nutte da neben dir, hast du auch deinen Ausweis gefunden mittlerweile oder guckst du da draußen nur Jungs hinterher" sagte der Polizist zu Dominik.
"Was heißt hier Nutte? Das was Niels sagte stimmt, ich stand da plötzlich im Park und hab sofort die Brüste gesehen in diesem mega Ausschnitt den die mir gegeben haben. In meinem Rock hier habe ich keine Taschen mehr" sagte Dominik und tastete nochmal alles hab. "Niels, vielleicht bei dir in der Handtasche?"
Nach kurzer Suche zwischen Taschentüchern, Make-Up, Tampons, Pfefferspray und nem iPhone fand Niels, jetzt Chantal, ein violettes Portmonee. Der Polizist sah sich den Ausweis an.
"Ayla Shaylin Lammers, türkische und deutsche Staatsbürgerschaft, geboren 2000 auch in Berlin. Deutscher Vater und türkische Mutter?"
Dem Polizisten schien es Spaß zu machen und er erlebte das wohl auch mehrmals am Tag. Die Hinweise der beiden zur Verwandlung überhörte er.  Da die alte Dame aussagte, dass die beiden das nicht waren und wohl nur zufällig da waren wurden sie gehen lassen.
Die neue Chantal wartete schon draußen als die neue Ayla ausstieg und da wusste Niels auch warum der Bulle sie Nutte genannt hatte. Ayla war kleiner als Chantal, hatte größere Brüste, ein hautenges Oberteil, einen Minirock und braune High heels an. "Scheiße, was haben die mit uns gemacht. Du siehst echt aus wie ne 17 jährige Nutte" sagte Chantal. "Ach ja? Du hast die Kondome in deiner Handtasche wohl umsonst" sagte Ayla genervt.
Nach kurzer Zeit beruhigten sie sich und saßen auf einer Bank in der Innenstadt. Sie durchforsteten gerade ihre iPhones mit ihren neuen langen Fingernägeln und fanden Namen, Bilder, ihre neuen Adressen bei ihren neuen Eltern, Schülerinnen-Ausweise der Hauptschule ... als plötzlich eine Gang von fünf Mädchen auf sie zukamen. "Na bitches" lachte die Anführerin die sie verwandelt hatte. "Ihr kommt uns lieber nicht mehr in die Quere. So stark kommt ihr euch hoffentlich auch nicht mehr vor. HAHA. Ihr solltet das auch lieber für euch behalten, sonst mach ich aus euch einfach zwei Chinesinnen irgendwo in China, das habe ich schon mit mehreren gemacht. Ihr glaubt gar nicht wie viele Bitches, Nutten und so hier mal Männer waren. Macht einfach euer Ding und nervt mich nicht mit Zurückverwandlung oder so. Ach ... ihr solltet mal eure Freunde anrufen, die sorgen sich schon. Und damit ihr nicht überrascht seid ... Chantal, du bist für deine blowjobs bekannt und Ayla ... naja, sagen wir mal du trägst gerne Röcke weil du dich gerne mal bückst. Bis dann ihr bitches!"

Dicknapped

Carl, the 14 year old son of the wealthy Jefferson family had been kidnapped. Greg, his father, had received a mysterious txt not to call the police and to await further instructions. It was all he could do to keep calm in front of his daughter and wife as they waited to hear from the kidnappers and the ransom they expected for his son.

Finally, his phone rang from an unlisted number. Greg readied himself for the worse.

“We’re glad you can follow instructions and that you’ve kept this from the police. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to your boy.” stated a garbled and sinister voice.

“Please, what do you want? I hope you haven’t hurt him. He’s only 14.” pleaded Greg.

“Your brat is fine as long as you cooperate. You’ve made a lot of people mad for how you do business Mr Jefferson. You profited well from that mining bankruptcy. $2 million dollars should be nothing to get to us by tomorrow for the life of your precious son.” hissed the garbled voice.

“I lost money too and I’m barely keeping up appearances. The best I can get you is $1 Million.” Greg negotiated back desperate for his son, but knowing his limited resources. “It’s almost everything I have, but it’s yours for my son.”

“It’s all you’ve got,” mocked the voice. “Very well we accept, but know that we’ll need to make other arrangements to make up the short fall on our asset. Though with what you’re giving us you won’t be getting all of your son back.

“No, don’t hurt him! It’s all I’ve got. He’s only 14, please don’t maim him for life over my shortcomings.” pleaded Greg.

“We’re not barbarians, slicing off ears and fingers. But you do know how important it is to get a good return on an investment even if it does require some repurposing…” laughed the unnamed voice.

Greg was then given instructions with what to do and to await word on where to pick up Carl.

After many nerve wracking hours Greg was told he could find Carl on a train car at the end of the East Line at midnight, which was only 15 minutes away. He raced to the location and began calling out “Carl! Carl!”

“I’m over here Dad,” yelled out a female voice.

Greg was dumb founded when he found her tied up.

“It’s me Dad. I don’t know how, but they put me in this hooker’s body. They said it was for you short changing them and they’d make another million by selling my boy body off to some old rich man who wanted to be younger. They told me to warn you not to go after them.” explained the lady who was now his son.

Thankfully, the kidnappers had given Carl his new ID. After explaining to his wife and daughter what had happened the welcomed “Juanita Alverez” into their family. To outsiders she was the Jefferson’s new maid, a reformed prostitute. But to them, it was their son Carl.

Still Greg was furious at what had been done to his family and he vowed he would right this wrong and find a way to get his son’s body back…


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Would anyone be interested in a sequel to see what happens to Greg?

Rough start to a new life

Welcome to Germany

A cap, once made for Brenda from RachelsHaven, due to the start of Oktoberfest :)

Bad gifts and bad wishes

Financial crisis reaches the witches

The power of karma

Business with a new fetish

Hej there,

this is my last cap for this year and thought I'd include the New Years aspect in it. :)

Thanks to everyone for following my blog in 2012. I hope to be a bit more active in 2013. You can look forward to many new caps and also some more interactive games. Next year this blog will also hit the 2*10^6 views and this will be celebrated by something special. 

So, you all have a cool party tonight and enjoy the free day tomorrow!

See you all in 1007² - 1006² ! :D

Martha

Isn't The Change Embaressing Enough

Sorry again for being abscent for so long but it's all still pretty busy for me. I'll just post some small caps to keep the blog alive. :) Thanks for all the new followers and comments though.


Martha

Lifestyle change

New attitudes

That's one of my very first captions and I thought I'd show that here. Found it again by coincidence. :)

Just another hooker

Double trapped

Awake

Wrong place, wrong time

The "Neighbour Virus" is an universe that has been created by Terri from RachelsHaven. I saw her post about it the other day and decided to go with it since this universe provides a lot of randomness which I like. I hope the idea of this universe explains itself to everyone.

What happens in Amsterdam ...

Life on display

Career of an aging bimbo