Halloween’s Night – Dark Caption



Laura had fulfilled her part of the bargain. She leaned back in the back of Frank K’s car and waited for the final moment.

Laura was a single mother who years ago had suffered an economic crisis that left her in ruin. In a few days she lost her job, ran out of savings and received an eviction order from her home. Laura borrowed from the banks, but none granted it. Then she went to lenders and usurers, but she did not find anyone to trust her. Finally, Laura made a desperate and embarrassing attempt. She took her two children by the hands and went to the mansion of Frank K.

Frank K was a quirky and reserved old man. The people who knew him commented that he had made his fortune with magic and dark arts, however he was the richest man in the city.

Frank K himself opened the door and asked her to enter his mansion. Lucia did so, still clutching her children.

– Mr Frank, these are my two children, they are only 7 and 5 years old. And if you do not help me they will be kicked out of your house and starve on the street. Frank looked at the tearful, frightened faces of the children and felt that he could not abandon these little creatures to such a black destination.

– Listen to me, ma’am. Yos I am a very old man, I am over 90 years old and for weeks I have noticed that death approaches me. I have so much money that I do not even know what to do with it. But, in my long life, I have committed terrible acts so that I will be punished after my death. When I die, I will go to hell if I do not find a pure and holy soul to show me the way to the heavenly paradise. I will give you all I have, I will put all my properties to your name if you take this cyanide capsule half an hour after my burial. If you do, your children will not go hungry, they will not be evicted from your house and I will find your soul in the beyond and show me the way to the Parisian DO YOU ACCEPT?

Laura hesitated for a moment, but the touch of her children’s hands on her own made all her doubts disappear. I ACCEPT, Laura answered and took the cyanide capsule from Frank K’s hand and carefully placed it in the pocket of her T-shirt, next to her heart.

For a few months, Laura was happy. For the first time in her life she could squander the money and buy all the whims that appealed to her. She paid her creditors and gave dozens of toys to her children.

But on the cold afternoon of Halloween Eve, a servant of Frank K dressed all in black knocked on the door of Laura’s house. The servant informed Luisa that Frank K had died suddenly that same afternoon and that he would be buried in the old cemetery at the end of Halloween night and the beginning of the day of all saints. And remembered that Lucia had a deal with the late Mr. Frank K that she should respect or her children would not get even a penny more of the fortune of Frank K

Laura did not need to be reminded, she knew exactly what to do for her children. And she suspected that Frank K’s death was no accident, that he had chosen this day and that moment to be buried

Laura attended the funeral, sat down in the backseat of Frank K’s car and pulled the cyanide bottle from her small pouch beside her heart. She prayed for protection and remembering her little children drank the contents of the bottle. The taste was sweet and pleasant. She felt the liquid flow down his neck to her stomach. Then she felt her eyes close as the dream filled her. She tried not to cry, but she could not. Her last sensation in life was the taste of her own tears that seeped into her mouth. Then the silence and the darkness had found her dead.

Later on the morning of all saints’ day, a huge car of death-black paint parked in front of Laura’s house. From there Frank’s servant came down, circled the car, and opened the right rear door. She came down, dressed in mourning, Mrs. Laura.

As soon as her children saw her, they ran to embrace her. “Mom, Mom, we’ve missed you so much. You were very sad, we were afraid something had happened to you. – I have not felt so good in years. From now on I will always be at your side. You will not miss anything, I will make you happy. To begin with, we are moving to a much larger house, to Mr. K.’s house. Catching the children by the hand she took them inside the car to start a new life.

A new life like the one Frank K had started that night. On Halloween night, the spirits can walk the earth, that’s why he had chosen that moment to be buried. Frank K forced his own death, waited to be buried and attended his own funeral, in his spiritual form walked among the living without their being aware of his presence. There he could see who were crying and who were laughing when they buried his corpse.

He had to wait for the moment, but he felt that time was running out, the demons of hell would soon reclaim his soul. The night of Halloween was over, now they would start looking for him to condemn his soul to eternal suffering. He directed his spirit into the backseat of his own car. There he waited for his faithful servant to take Mrs. Laura. Patiently he watched Laura settle into the backseat of the car. Although he listened as the demons of death sought him, he did not fret. Laura opened the bottle and drank the contents. The demons had almost reached him and would soon drag his soul into hell.

Laura at that moment died and saw how her soul came out of body. A moment after her death Laura realized that her spirit was a great white cloud in a dark world, beside her was another white cloud, and Laura knew at once that the white cloud was the spirit of Frank K, But she also felt a great cold and terror as she noticed the demons of death approaching to drag the spirit of Frank k to hell. She tried to communicate with Frank and tell him to follow her, that she knew the way to heaven, but that they should do it before they were caught. Then she could hear the voice of Fran K’s spirit telling her,


Immediately, the white cloud that was Frank K leaked through all the pores of her dying body and she could see the eyes of Laura’s body opened, how her breast inflated and how she breathed again. It was the last contact she came to have with the world of the living, immediately noticed cold, strong, black hands that grabbed her and pushed her to hell.

Shrill voices hammered in her brain. “Frank K, you’re going to pay for all the infamous acts you’ve done in life.” And she knew they were telling her.

Because she was Frank K


The Prom – Bodysuit

A few days ago, I found in a chat a person who told me about a writer of TG stories called “Red Janissary”. I showed him my curiosity and he passed me a RAR file with several very interesting TG stories. Among them was “THE PROM” by Red Jannisary. I loved the story and the way it is written, so I decided to pay homage to this post. By the way, you can download at this address:





When my father married my stepmother, Angela was already 14 years old and I had just turned 28, frustrated that I had never been able to study for working in the family business. My stepmother was a beautiful woman and my new sister was even more beautiful than her. Apparently, it was a marriage for love and although my stepmother never showed me affection nor treated me wrong, she simply ignored my presence as if I did not exist. No one is surprised that the sudden death of my father left my stepmother as administrator of the family fortune. Shortly after that happened the terrible car accident in which my stepmother died with Angela as driver of the car and surprisingly intact.

When my stepmother’s will opened, I confirmed what I already knew. Almost all the family possessions were for Angela, including the factory and the house that had been of my family for generations, while, to me, I barely had a small amount of money left. After reading the will, my sister told me that as soon as she finished high school and was able to control her mother’s inheritance, she was going to kick me out of the house, that the best I could do was to invest well the money I had left because she was going to sell all the properties and she was going to leave this country. Even though I never loved my stepmother it hurt me that Angela did not cry a single tear because of her mother’s death and that the following week of burying her mother was already partying.

Angela was my sister. But she was also my tormentor. She made fun of my small stature, my thinness and she had never seen me go out with a girl. I am not homosexual, but I had begun to feel for Bill something more than a simple friendship. Bill was a lonely boy the same age as Angela and seemed the only person in the world who understood me and who was still my friend.

Angela realized my feelings for Bill and decided to torment me flirting with Bill, proposing appointments to take him away from me.

I knew I had to do something to help Bill when Angela invited him as his companion to the great Prom dance. It was obvious that Angela would never go to that date, she just wanted to humiliate him and leave him planted at the ball.

I could not allow Angela to destroy Bill’s life as she had torn mine. So I looked for help on the internet, looking for magic recipes, anti-love potions, anything that would prevent Bill from falling into Angela’s trap. One night I entered a TG storytellers chat. And that’s where I spoke to someone who was wearing Nick “Red Janissary”. He told me about Dr. Takagi, a Japanese inventor who manufactured ultra-realistic bodysuits that perfectly mimicked the shape and face of anyone. He also gave me his phone number and an email address.

The next day I contacted Mr. Takagi and he told me that could attend to my request to create a bodysuit but that he needed me to send him certain physical samples. Some samples were easy to get, as were the recordings of his voice and hers laughters, but the difficult thing was the following.

To get them the first thing I did was buy a bottle of Rohypnol from a pharmacy in Morocco that they sent me by mail. That same day I invited Angela to a glass of the best wine I could buy to celebrate her promotion party. I opened it in front of her and poured it in a dark glass, where I had crushed half a dozen Rohypnol tablets shortly before. While she drank the wine, Angela told me that she was not planning to go to the promotion party, because that same week she was going to look for a new residence and servants to Thailand.

I blamed Bill what he was going to do, but he laughed and told me that a girl as handsome and millionaire as she would ever date a wretch like Bill. I had to put up with anger so I would not hit her, but for a little while, in a few minutes Angela was fast asleep. I laid it on the floor, undressed it, and opened two bags of molds that Dr. Takagi had told me to buy.





The next half hour I spent making molds of Angela’s face and hands, her breasts and her feet, as well as taking detailed measurements of waist, contours, and proportions. Later I did a hundred photos from different perspectives, and in the end I took samples of her hair and her pubic hair. Then I went back to dressing her and woke her up. Angela did not know what had happened, I told her that she had slipped and fallen to the ground. She accepted my explanations and went to bed.

Half an hour later I was sending a package by FedEx to Dr. Takagi in Japan with the molds, photos and samples of Angela’s hair. Takagi told me that the bodysuit would end in 4 or 5 days and that I would have it at home in a week.

If all went well, I would get the package hours before the promotion party. The deadline was short, but I found it sufficient. So the following days I dedicated them to buy the dress that I would like to wear at the promotion party with Angela’s body. I bought a beautiful pink dress with embroidery on the chest that I thought was the ideal to coordinate with brown hair, green eyes and clear skin of Angela. I paid with the last dollars of my father’s inheritance.

Two days before the party I found my sister pushing big suitcases. She told me that she was going to Bangkok for two weeks. I asked if she was going to ask Bill not to come to the party. She said no, not even her friends knew, less reason to tell a nerd like Bill. This time I did not respond to her, I did not call her attention because of her bad behavior, I wanted her to leave soon and disappear from my life. I kept quiet and smiling.

That same day Angela left and the next day arrived the package of Mr. Takagi. It was only three hours before the start of the party. I grabbed the package and was going to take it to my room, but I thought better: “With what’s in this box I’m Angela” so I took it to my sister’s room. I sat on her bed and opened the package. Inside was a plastic skin that resembled a pricked balloon. I was not surprised, it was what I expected. I took it out of the box and placed my right leg into the right leg of the deflated balloon, then left and stretched it on my waist. I carefully placed my genitals in an internal department that communicated to the apparent female sexual organs of the bodysuit. I kept putting it on my chest, I fastened it to the neck and placed in its place some bags that should be the bodysuit’s tits. To finish I put on a mask that simulated Angela’s head. I took a deep breath and thought, “Here we go”. I pressed a small button hidden in the nape of the bodysuit.


Notice how the bodysuit began to contract, as it tightened my bones and squeezed my waist while inflating the buttocks and breasts. The pain was terrible, I screamed desperately for help. Without strength I fell to the floor as I felt like it bodysuit was crushing me quickly.Suddenly everything stopped. I got up exhausted from the floor and looked at myself in the big mirror of my sister’s room.

I expected to see Angela’s figure and body and I was seeing it. I was Angela. – I’m so glad you’re back, Angela. Now your life is my life.

I was just getting dressed when I realized something. I am identical to Angela, I am worth the clothes of her. So I opened the drawers in her closet and pulled out her best bra. I was not surprised that it matched exactly with my new breasts. “What wonderful tits I have!” I whispered with a half smile. And I smelled Angela’s panties: they smell like she did and I put them on. I kept dressing with the dress I had bought days ago and looking at Angela’s shoemaker I found the high-heeled sandals she slipped on reading her mother’s will. They fit perfectly in my new feet and I enjoyed watching Angela’s beautiful legs in those high-heeled sandals and moved by my will. I tried to walk with them and found it surprisingly easy.






I could not resist anymore and I inserted a finger in my new pussy while with the other hand massaged my breasts. Waves of pleasure crossed my body and I felt the sweat fall through my long hair. I lay in bed for a while as I thought of the wonderful genius of Takagi who had managed to simulate the female orgasm in a male body. “It’s not a male body, I’m a woman now.”

I did not need to, but I wanted to sit down in Angela’s dressing table and apply Angela’s lipstick, retouch my makeup with Angela’s brushes and smooth my hair with Angela’s combs.

I only had one detail before I left. From a box I took out an adhesive that I glued to my neck like a band aid. It was made so perfectly that I did not even notice it in the mirror. The touch was also undetectable, and just scraping with a sharp object appeared a corner to pull to remove. It was a voice simulator. This should simulate Angela’s voice. So I said aloud- Hello, I’m Angela and I love Bill. The result was perfect. This was not the voice of a complexed and fearful man, this was the voice of the most beautiful and admired girl in High School. This was Angela’s voice.

Finally, I took a handbag and kept in it the identity documents, the Institute and the driving license of Angela as well as the credit cards she did not take on her trip to Thailand. I did not think I could have trouble using it. I knew perfectly well what were the passwords and secret numbers.

I opened the Facebook account of Angela and uploaded a photo of the new Angela with the caption “Ready for the party, Bill I love you” and in the car of Angela I went to the party. When I got out of the car, I made my way to the door and entered the ballroom where I could observe the admiration of the men and how they turned their heads to see me walk. As soon as Angela’s friends came to me, they greeted me with great signs of joy. It was not 5 minutes before my arrival and I had already rejected 3 dance proposals.

I approached Bill and greeted him. Bill’s mouth opened in amazement and admiration, and stammering, he took my hand and kissed it. Usually, Bill was a cheerful and uninhibited person, it hurt to see him so uninhibited by Angela’s presence, so I hugged him and whispered to him to invite me to something very strong in a secluded place.

When I was carrying 4 glasses of a mysterious concoction we went out to the park. It was cold and I had my back uncovered, so Bill took off his jacket and placed it on my shoulders. I thanked the favor with a kiss on the lips, he answered me lengthening the kiss and massaging my breasts. Then I felt things that only a woman can feel and I asked her to go to her apartment.

I wish I could relate what I experienced that night, but I had just been born a woman and could not find the right words to tell. I will only tell that night I decided that I would never cease to be Angela, I could not forget the sensations that I had been Angela.

When it was morning, Bill was still sleeping next to me. I woke up with a smile in my mouth, I showered, from the wardrobe of ängela I took clean underwear and put it on, I also dressed in her best jeans, I put on a beautiful pink top and black flats. I grabbed the bag with Angela’s papers and went to the police station.

In the barracks I declared that someone had stolen my passport and some credit cards. A very attentive and chivalrous policeman made a quick search and told me that my passport had been sealed in Thailand. I showed him the school card and Angela’s ID and told him that someone was impersonating me. The policeman looked at Angela’s picture and then looked at me. He asked me some questions about Angela’s age, studies, and hobbies that I answered without problems because I was her brother. He photocopied my documents, returned them to me, and told me that he was going to file a complaint for identity theft, that he would cancel the credit cards and try to stop the thief.

Two days later the Thai police called me. The thief of my identity had been stopped when she tried to use my credit cards. The policeman handed the phone to my sister who had a desperate tone of voice and asked me who I was, I replied that I was Angela. Then she began to insult me ​​and the communication was cut off.

This is more than a year, and I have not heard from Angela. I have continued with her life, I enrolled as Angela in the University, I live in her house, I sleep in her bed and I am Bill’s girlfriend. With Angela’s money I bought Mr. Takagi, three identical bodysuits that I already had. I did not want to take the risk that the bodysuit would tear or break and I would lose this wonderful life that I now live

PS: After three years my sister got in touch with me This time she did not insult me. She implemented asked me for money to continue living in Thailand. I agreed to send her 1000 dollars a month in exchange for not bothering me again and not claim my identity.

She did.