Published: Jul 28, 2024

My one hundred and fortieth caption, featuring another fun TransforLife entry!

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TransforLife was easily the biggest phone app that had ever existed. Using advanced technology that seemed like something out of science fiction, the app was capable of changing aspects of the user or a consenting third party in incredible ways. While originally built as a machine intended to provide transgender patients with the body of their dreams, the app version had spread like wildfire, allowing people to modify their bodies and lifestyles to their liking. Still, even with the limits, safeguards, and usage tracking built into the app, there were those out there who had learned to jailbreak the app’s functions, allowing them to transform themselves and others into just about anything imaginable. Whether through accidents or malicious use, many people disappeared, never to be seen again…

It didn’t take long for the TransforLife app to become a common tool among criminals throughout the civilized world, leading to countless problems for law enforcement agencies, both in the government and the local, more rural ones. From the big cities to the local small towns, each station and field office had developed their own specialized units to deal with crimes revolving around crimes involving jailbroken TransforLife app usage. Detective Alan Jurmont was a member of one such unit, specializing in falsified or stolen identities. He was one of the first Detectives in the country to come up with a standardized test that allows law enforcement to detect those who have used the app. Still, that only worked if they had the actual suspect.

Walking into a room that had a single wall of one-way glass, Detective Jurmont looked at the people they had collected for a police lineup, seeing it was just a single suspect this time around. The suspect they needed was Pat Hallager, a local thief, card shark, and repeat offender. His most recent escapades had led him into trouble with the Mob, who had put a hit out on his head after repeatedly failing to pay them what he owed. He already knew from Pat’s phone records that he had downloaded and used the app, but actually knowing what he had turned himself into was the difficult part. Luckily, he already knew who this suspect was, turning to face “her”. This suspect was Jamie Hallager, a frequent user of the TransforLife app. and Pat’s “brother”. He was currently “cosplaying” as a tall, busty Japanese girl, having been picked up from their house while they were in the middle of getting ready to… fornicate with their girlfriend. Detective Jurmont could only shake his head, knowing the people using this app never seemed to have any sense of shame.

“Hey there, Jamie. Good to see you again.” The Detective greeted through the microphone, getting “her” to pull on her undersized skirt. They looked worried, for obvious reasons, but there seemed to be another “layer” to their worry. “So, you gonna tell me where your brother went, friendo?”

“My brother? I haven’t seen them in a few weeks.” They replied, their shirt barely hanging onto life. “You dragged me down here to ask about him?”

“Come on, Jamie. Tell me the truth. I know about his issues with the Mob. You help us out, and I’ll make sure we help him out too.” The detective tried to reason, immediately seeing his face shift from scared to annoyed. “Come now, don’t make this difficult for me or yourself. Spill the beans.”

“If I’m not under arrest, then release me now. I know my rights, Detective.” They immediately shut down, their breasts pressing together tightly.

The Detective sat at the table for a few moments, trying to find a way to keep Jamie here longer. Unfortunately, he was beholden to the rule of law, and knowing Jamie was technically right, was forced to tell the officers outside of the room to release them. Watching them as they gathered their things and left the police station, the Detective couldn’t help but be slightly amused by the man masquerading as a woman, trying to pull their skirt down…

As soon as Jamie Hallager was far enough away from the police station, she turned down an alley, a look of panic clear on her face. As she pressed against her skirt and top, she could hear the disembodied voice of her brother practically screaming at her. It was deafening to the transformed man.

“Pat, I told you there’s nothing I can do!” Jamie said in a shushed tone to seemingly no one, putting their hands on their hips. “Will you relax?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to relax when I’m wrapped around your giant tits and ass?!” Pat replied, only able to be heard by Jamie. “Reverse this!”

“I told you, I can only do that with your phone, and they have it in Evidence right now!” Jamie shot back, yanking even tighter on the skirt. “You were the one who came to me on such short notice to hide you, so you’ve got no right to complain about what I did. Now shut up and play the part, asshole!”

“Play the part?! Did you seriously just tell me to ”play the part” when I’m in this condition?!” Pat yelled even louder, getting to Jamie’s nerves. “Fuck you, man. Fuck your app, fuck your stupid, weirdo fetishes, and especially fuck that nympho you call your girlfriend!”

“Alright, enough of that!” They announced, whipping out their phone and opening their own, legal copy of the app. “At least I can still shut you up…”

“W-Wait just a moment! I’m sorry, I won’t-” Pat tried to argue before Jamie activated the “local mute” option, taking away Pat’s ability to speak.

“You’ll get your voice back when you’ve calmed down, and when the Police stop knocking.” Jamie huffed, readjusting their bra and panties. “You better get comfortable, because without that phone, you’ll be stuck like this for a long time. You are a copy of my girlfriend’s favorite underwear, after all.”

Just as Jamie said this, one of the Evidence control officers in the back room of the police station dropped the bin containing several of Pat’s personal items, including his phone, which shattered and broke into several pieces. As the Detective chewed out the officer responsible for the mistake, Jamie was walking back home with Pat, neither one of them aware of just how dire and permanent Pat’s new form was. Besides, Jamie’s girlfriend wouldn’t care…