Only the Real Ones Know | Tag, Your It

Do you know Dee? You should; she's wickedly clever and has been making captions and stories longer than me. Her blog is full of punny captions and she appreciates good humor.

I made this to be very meta because we've known each other for so long. I figured she would enjoy a fun prank scenario and decided to make it as wildly implausible as possible (As if magically turning into a girl wasn't implausible enough!)

This isn't nearly as racy as some of my other work but you have to appreciate the image for this one. Either way, watch out for those pesky dryers!

 

 Only the Real Ones Know | Tag, Your It

 

It’s a little-known secret that many TG artists have been locked in an ongoing prank war for years.

We're talking magical mischief on a cosmic scale:  breast enlargements, butt inflation, spontaneous bimbofication. Entire realities rewritten for the sake of a good laugh and putting someone in panties. It's all in good fun, but let’s just say... the pranks can get a little elaborate.

Take Simone’s latest masterpiece, for instance. A gift for her dear friend Damien.

The planning alone required rare arcane knowledge. Specifically, knowledge of a very peculiar artifact: a laundromat dryer that functions as a dimensional reality rift.

This dryer doesn’t just tumble your delicates, it enchants them and infuses clothing with transformation energy potent enough to rewrite a person down to the last cell.

The tricky part (and only the real pranksters know this) is that the dryer teleports itself from laundromat to laundromat at random, spreading mischief and devouring every third left sock it can get its lint-trap on.  "Seemingly" random, of course, because Simone had cracked its pattern. And more importantly, she found a way to hack it.

This mattered because her plan had to sync perfectly with Damien’s laundry day. That meant sabotaging his home dryer, rerouting him to a specific laundromat, and ensuring that the one and only reality-warping dryer was the only one available.

All to make sure that Damien opened the dryer…then touched a pair of now enchanted panties…and became Dee.

A very sexy Dee.

A very inappropriate Dee.

The kind of Dee who suddenly forgot why she was ever mad about a missing sock when she should have been pissed about missing a pair of stockings.

But not the kind of Dee that forgets Simone is most likely responsible for her new high heels.