BODY OF A LIFETIME: AMBUSH (EXPLICIT)

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BODY OF A LIFETIME: FORGIVE AND FORGET

BODY OF A LIFETIME: YES TO THE DRESS

BODY OF A LIFETIME: KEEP ABREAST

BODY OF A LIFETIME: A LITTLE TEASE

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PROMISES

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 14)

DADDY'S GIRL

THE NEXUS STONE: SPLIT PERSONALITIES

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Sorry for the lack of posts the last few days, been dealing with some RL matters.  I wanted to post this really quickly – this was a requested caption from no name from back in February that I completed but did not have a chance to post.

Hello? If any of you are reading this I was wondering if you could hear this and maybe make my request. I kind of just want to talk about it.
The story is called split personality. It is where a guy finds a way to put his soul into a stone and he ends up mailing a stone with his soul in it to a woman the woman opens the box and with her friend and the stone zaps them both. The guy in the stone possesses both of them but half of his traits are put in both bodies.

WISHFUL THINKING

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Hello there,

This two part caption is a belated birthday caption I made for a good friend.  Hadn’t had the chance to share it on the blog so I figure this would be the best opportunity!  Enjoy!

DocVS

ADMIRING THE GOODS

THE INSTAFEMME INCIDENTS CASE #33

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FOTW here, with another revealing post.

Foxy Fair has garnered quite a bit of attention (and ogling).  That sneaky, sexy threesome pic went viral pretty quickly.  But as I show you both Foxy's infamous Instafemme post, and the video footage shortly after said post, I think you'll  begin to see that looks can be deceiving...

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FOUNDATION

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PURSUIT

THE INSTAFEMME INCIDENTS CASE #462

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Finally, attained access!  God their encryption service is maddeningly difficult.

Listen everyone, don’t believe the Instafemme hype.  I’ve been fortunate enough to attain some info regarding the company.  I know you don’t know me, and that’s fine.  From now on, you will.  And you will see what Instafemme is really about.

I’ll be posting a set of evidence semi-regularly from now on.  One being the original Instafemme, “public post,” and the other, a “secret” account, be it a phone conversation or footage, of what really is going on.

This isn’t a secure line, so I have to keep my messages short.  Take a look at this proof, if you don't believe me.

FOTW (buzzing around, because I can!)

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ALTERED FATES: SURPRISE

ATTRACT ATTENTION

THE RISE OF INSTAFEMME

SPECIAL DELIVERY

BIKINI BEACH: TIME LIMIT

THE INSTAFEMME INCIDENTS: ORIGINS

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Hello everyone,

Besides finally resuming my regular captioning schedule, today I wanted to debut a brand-new caption series/storyline, involving a fictional social media company, newly established, called Instafemme.  This first caption, titled Origins, won’t reveal too much for now.  This project will be ongoing so the story will gradually develop and make more sense as it progresses forward.

I started brainstorming this project by collaborating with a new friend (and long-time visitor) to Twisted TG Files, Mia Berson.  Mia and I are very excited to see how this turns out, and we both hope to create for our readers a unique, compelling, and of course twisted tale set for the modern age, a rather “meta” type project.

Enjoy!

DocVS

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FOSE: BITCHY

CLOSER TO OUR FAMILY

A MESSAGE FROM THE CALENDAR GIRL

A SPECIAL MESSAGE

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Hello everyone,

I am writing this statement to briefly address the recent departure of my partner, friend, and collaborator, Zapper.  I myself am still processing Zapper’s decision but I understand and wish Zapper all the best.

With that said, the blog will roughly re-open at the already announced date of March 20, give or take a day or two.  During the opening, I will be debuting some captions with a different…style.  I will post them, one a day, for one week.  I am trying to make good on my promise to revamp and give the blog a "facelift", and the content is the first way.  There will be a poll, on the blog, for everyone to decide on which caption style would be overall best for Twisted TG Files.

Thank you again for your sincere and heartfelt comments.  I truly was touched by the well-wishes given to my friend.  He certainly will be missed.

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FOSE: CRUSH

STUDY SESSION

A VERY SPECIAL DUTY CALL

DUTY CALLS

A SECOND DUTY CALL

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 13)

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Aside from the grueling schedule Burt had as a Poise model, Burt had to still work for Don, posing as Abby for Don's website.  Needless to say, Burt wasn't too thrilled with the choice of outlandish outfits he had to wear for each of his shoots...

ADDICTED

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 12)

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Burt was extremely nervous as he quietly kneeled on the plush onto the white-colored set of his first Poise photoshoot.  He had not gotten enough sleep last night.  The impromptu interview/conference that occurred a few days ago when he went to the Poise Magazine office was a horrifying experience.  Thankfully Don was wise enough to have Uncle Tom go as Abby's "assistant."  Still, Burt had a unsettling feeling in his stomach, as he placed his hands on his womanly hips, and took a deep breath.

"God damn it Burt ol' boy, what have you gotten yourself into?" he muttered to himself, his gruff baritone leaving Abby's lips.   Burt shook his head, as his pretty dark brown eyes surveyed the scene before him.  He could see a whole crew of people bustling about, a far cry from the simple lighting arrangement and tripod-assisted camera that Don would use for his training photos.  At the same time, Burt watched closely as a bevy of gorgeous, sexily-attired glamour models, obviously preoccupied with their next photoshoot.  Burt eyed with great interest all sorts of lovely ladies, all with perfect visages and shapely bodies that easily matched his own.  The sight of such goddesses just made Burt moan lecherously in response...

"Ahem!" a voice shouted.  Burt was suddenly jolted out of his distracted state, as he looked up at a thin, wiry looking gentleman with a mismatched goatee.  "Daydreaming are we now, luv?"

"Oh!"  Burt was startled, as he quickly covered his mouth.  "S-Sorry I must have b-been distracted. It's m-my first day working here," he said, back to using Abby's soft tone.

The gentleman tilted his head skeptically at Burt.  "Mhmm.   Well, you can be distracted all you bloody want on your own time, not on Nigel's time.  Now c'mon luv, let's not dawdle.  Assume the first pose so we can begin!"

Burt looked confused, and nodded.  He slowly began to lean against the plush, white couch, raising his arms upward.  "What the bloody hell are you doing luv?" exclaimed Nigel.  "That's not the first pose!"

Burt shuddered, frightened at the critical tone of the photographer.   "Oh!  Sorry...uh...first pose, right.  Ok, I just had a slip-up....". Burt then lowered his arms down, and tilted his head back.

Nigel angrily sighed.  "Why is your head not facing the camera luv?  You know you have to sell the bloody outfit you are wearing, so you have to make love to my camera.  Bollocks, have you ever done this before?  Again!"

What originally was to be a 2 hour morning shoot, soon turned into an exhausting morning marathon, in which Nigel would bark orders in an even more acerbic tone than Don.  The end result was that they were only able to shoot at most 10 photos, that Nigel thought was "decent."

"Ok Abby...luv....its pretty obvious you're still new to the Poise dynamic, so let's just call it a day ok?  We'll pick it up again tomorrow," said Nigel, his hand over his lowered forehead.  Burt nodded silently as he got up to go to his dressing room with a completely mortified expression on his face...

OUT OF HIS LEAGUE

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 11)

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"Miss Dallas!  Miss Dallas!  Abby, over here!  Miss Dallas!"

That was just an example of one of many fashion reporters and journalists here at the offices of Poise Magazine, covering the return of Abigail Dallas.  Last spring, the promising young brunette model had decided to sign with Poise Magazine, and had been all set to begin her first photoshoot, when she had become inexplicably "indisposed."  gone away from the spotlight and the world of modelling.  Reports had said that it was due to a professional "difference of opinion" with her former manager.  A wild rumor had been that Miss Dallas had actually been abducted, but this was considered to be a ridiculous notion.

The stylish, casually chic-appearing model teased her hair as she approached the entrance of Poise Magazine, accompanied by her blonde assistant Tommi.  They were flanked by many reporters and photographers struggling to get the latest bit of news about her return.

"Miss Dallas!  So where have you been all this time?  You were supposed to start several months ago?" asked one reporter.

"I was...indisposed.  I discovered all too late that my manager had been using unsolicited photos of myself for a lewd pornographic site," replied the brunette.  "The sight of such inappropriate material was too much for my um, constitution, so I needed to uh, take some time off, yes...take some time off."

"What have you been doing all this time?" another reporter asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

"Miss Dallas was busy recuperating from this ordeal," her assistant, Tommie chimed in.  "She has been solely in counseling sessions with her psychologist, so that she can be a healthy both physically and mentally to begin her work at Poise."

The model adjusted her yellow-ish green chrome shades, flashing an endearing smile.  "Miss Dallas?  Are you going to press charges on your ex-manager, for engaging in such secretive and unlawful activities?"

The model lifted her shades, as a small tear began to form in her right eye.  Tommie was immediately available and handed her a white handkerchief, which she used to dab her right eye.  "What Mac..I mean...Don did was wrong, no question about that.  But I'd rather not think about that right now.  I want to move on and think about my career and future here at Poise."

"What about the contract which stipulates that you'll be starting Poise with a salary of $250,000 a year?  Are you excited about that?"

The model's eyes widened.  "What the fuck? Two hundred fifty..." she growled in a very strange, deep, almost manly sounding tone.  She immediately covered her mouth, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  Tommie hastily finished the reply.  "I'm sorry, but that's all the questions Miss Dallas is going to answer.  It's time for her meeting with Poise Management.  Thank you everyone, and have a wonderful day!"

FOSE: REFORMED

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 10)

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Burt was silently staring at the window of his room, watching the sun begin to slowly set.  He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, which naturally made the heaving mounds of Abby's bountiful bosom lift themselves upward.  He could feel the flimsy lace material of the baby pink bra stretch and become more pliable, just enough to prevent his breasts from awkwardly plunging out in front of him.  As Burt exhaled, he could feel his bosom sink slowly downward.  Simple breathing was still an action that Burt was getting more and more used to in his new body...

All of a sudden, Burt was interrupted by a knock at his door.  "Come in..." he gruffly said in his baritone, but then cleared his throat. "I-I mean...come in." Burt reiterated, this time with Abby's coquettish, smooth feminine tone.

The door open slowly as Don entered.  He gazed at Burt, who turned to look at him, a wayward strand of Abby's lovely hair obscuring Burt's view.  Don was still astounded at the gorgeous young creature standing before him.  He was still in disbelief - his mind knew that Burt's soul resided in Abby's body, but there was hardly any trace of the uncouth, boorish homeless man inside this raven-haired goddess...

"Uh...how...h-how are you doing?"  Don asked hesitantly, trying hard not to stare too long into the twinkle in Burt's dark brown, alluring eyes.

Burt smiled.  "I'm fine," he confidently replied.  It was getting easier and easier to assume the exact inflection and pitch of Abby's voice.  "How are you Mac..I mean, Don?"

Don shrugged.  "I'm...I'm fine too."  He then scratched the back of his head thoughtfully.  "So...you know, Monday is the big day."

Burt played with the straps of his bra, oblivious to Don's comment.  "Hmmm?  What big day?"

Don suddenly had a look of exasperation.  "Burt, look....you're going to start work as Abby at Poise Magazine.  Uncle Tom has already notified the appropriate news media so, I hope you're ready for the interviews.  Also don't forget: while you are going to model for Poise, you have to model for me as well.  Now that you know how to pose in front of a camera, we need to do the actual shoot for the website.  So you'll be juggling two different jobs.  Can you handle it?"

That took Burt by surprise, as his lovely eyes widened.  "What the fuck?" he growled, his uncouth voice having now returned.  His cheeks suddenly turned red, as he corrected himself.  "I mean..." he continued in Abby's voice, "w-when did this happen?  I never agreed to this!"

Don shook his head.  "Yes you did."  He sighed, "Well..at least we have the weekend to work things out.  After you enjoy your newfound mastery of your womanhood, come downstairs and meet with me and Tom.  Time for us to prepare you not just to be a model but a celebrity too!"

A FRIEND IN NEED

CALENDAR GIRL (PART 9)

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Don's palms were sweaty as he took a deep breath.  This morning was the first day of summer.  It had taken a little more than a month since Abby's possession ritual had taken place.  The process to teach Burt how to walk, talk, and act like Abigail Dallas was painfully slow, and Don wasn't sure that today was the best day to perform the final test...

"Ahem!" Uncle Tom yelled, clearing her throat, looking at Don with a curious stare.  "Everything is in place Don.  Just need to coax him out."

"Hmmm?"  Don immediately turned to Uncle Tom.  "Oh!"  Don said, snapping out of his trance.  Sorry Tom, I was just....I mean.. never mind."

"You ready for the final test, Burt?"

A gruff voice called out.  "Yeah, it's now or never.  I'm ready!"

Don groaned, and nodded to Uncle Tom silently.  Uncle Tom acknowledged, and suddenly clapped her hands twice.

Within a few seconds, Don was taken back at the stunning vision of loveliness entering the garden from the stone archway.  Burt had chosen to dress Abby's sensuous body in a curvaceous, hip-hugging two piece white and multi-colored pastel bikini.   He had also perfectly stylized Abby's dark, raven, luscious locks in a neatly arranged set of curls that cascaded gently alongside her smooth back.  Burt's deliberate movements was that of "poetry in motion"; it was a playful, sensuous saunter, as Burt expectedly made Abby's body almost glide instead of walk.  He was mindful of his center of gravity.  The lessons had paid off: walking in a tan-colored set of strappy heels was effortless to Burt.

Burt was in full command, adjusting and shifting his weight in a rhythmic manner, giving Abby's supple posterior an enticing wiggle.  As he had mastered the movements of his new body, Burt smiled to Don, idly raising her elbows, and letting his perfectly manicured fingernails tease the upper contours of his womanly, creamy, titillating breasts.  His chesty globes jiggled with the same amount of force and attraction as his shapely behind...

Stopping at the nearby wall of the garden, Burt delicately placed his left hand against the surface, the smooth, buttery movements of Abby's body, slowly decreasing and then coming to a gentle stop.  Burt instinctively tossed his silky black tresses back, as his ass jutted out at just the right angle.  His hypnotic, alluring stare was breathtaking, complemented by a playful pout of Abby's trademark set of rose-colored lips.

"Mmmm...." Burt cooed in a mellifluous, breathy tone.  "So....did I pass?"  He let out a playful giggle, again brushing aside his hair, while both Don and Uncle Tom gawked incredulously at him...