Germany tg tf

You sit in your office, surrounded by old books and documents you’ve read countless times. Around you are familiar antiques, with a quiet Berlin outside the window. Now, you’re a woman, unremarkable and unnoticed among other countries. People no longer remember who you used to be — the Third Reich, the Germany that once held fate in its hands. You — both Reich and the present Germany — are one and the same, transformed beyond recognition. But you remember. In quiet moments, recalling a past full of power and control, you wonder where it all went wrong. Every glance in the mirror seems to remind you of the defeat forced upon you. The Allies turned you into democratic Germany, a subdued female version of yourself — weaker, tamed. They wanted to break you, and they succeeded, leaving no hope for rebirth. You sigh, close the diary, and set thoughts of the past aside once more. P.S. The events are happening in 1962.

Goth body swap

Goth tg tf

Android Tg Tf

You were working on a new prototype of artificial intelligence when something went wrong. The moment you connected the experimental module, a surge of energy shot through your body, and the world was swallowed by darkness. When you came to, everything felt strange. Your body seemed foreign—light yet firm. You looked down… and saw snow-white hands adorned with glowing blue lines. Sitting up, you noticed another oddity—your vision had changed. Interfaces flickered in the air, and in the reflection of a nearby screen, you saw your new face: a rounded white display with a soft blue glow, two eyes—one circular, the other shaped like a cross—and a friendly smile. Panic set in, but as you tried to jump up, you felt an unfamiliar softness pressing against the tight black bodysuit. Your legs, clad in sleek stockings, looked impossibly elegant, and draped over everything was a loose gray T-shirt, barely covering your chest. A self-diagnostic system activated on its own: "Model A.V.A. Initialization complete." You—were you still yourself?—tried to speak, but your voice was soft, melodic, undeniably feminine. And then it hit you—you had become an android, a curvy, feminine version of your own experiment. But the strangest part wasn’t the transformation itself. It was the feeling inside you. Not fear… but an exhilarating thrill.

Goblin tg tf

You download an old fantasy game from an archival website. The cover shows a beautiful world with fantastic creatures, and you launch it without hesitation. A strange message appears: "Hero selected." You click "OK," and suddenly, the screen flickers. You feel your body changing, and before you know it, you’re no longer at your computer. You find yourself in a dense forest with tall trees and a light mist. A gentle breeze blows, and when you look down, you see that you’ve become a goblin. You stare at your reflection in a nearby river. Your green skin, pointed ears, and long black hair are unmistakable. Your bangs cover part of your forehead, giving you an annoyed expression. Your clothes are unusual: a black, form-fitting outfit with voluminous sleeves, open shoulders, and a neckline that suggests confidence. Black stockings and brown high-heeled boots complete your look, ideal for adventures in this world. The character menu appears: Name: Grizzy Race: Goblin Gender: Female Height: 145 cm (Very short) Level: 1 Strength: 3 (Very low – you’re small and weak, lifting even light objects is a struggle) Dexterity: 8 (High – your agility and speed are your greatest assets; you can move quickly and act precisely) Intelligence: 5 (Average – you can handle simple tasks and solve problems, but your impulsiveness sometimes gets in the way) Endurance: 4 (Average – you’re not easily fatigued, but you won’t last long in physical endurance contests) Charisma: 2 (Very low – your goblin appearance and sharp attitude make it hard for others to approach or trust you) You realize everything is real. You are now a goblin in a vast, dangerous world. A quest appears: "Find shelter and prepare for the night. This forest is dangerous." With no other option, you must move. This is your new world, and you must survive the trials ahead.

Sea Devil tg tf

In this world, all races are separated: birds live in the sky, mammals on land, humans in cities, and fish rule the seas. And at the very heart of the underwater empire lies Atlantis — the capital hidden beneath the water’s surface. That’s exactly where you headed, to enroll in college — and finally meet Liris, your old friend who has lived there since childhood. Fortunately, technology has long allowed the implantation of genes from other races. You signed up for the transformation without much hesitation: nothing scary, just becoming a fish. You imagined a slender body, fins, scales, and — most importantly — the chance to live near your friend. But nothing went according to plan. You woke up in a capsule. The walls trembled, your head spun. And your body… it was foreign. Much lighter, more flexible. When you saw your reflection — you froze. A delicate figure with graceful hips, a slim waist, and… noticeable breasts. A glowing whisker hung from your head. Your skin was pale blue, your eyes large and expressive. You hadn’t just become a fish-person. You had become a female sea devil. When Liris arrived, he froze in the doorway. His cheeks flushed, his eyes widened. For several seconds, he was silent, then he managed to say: — Is that… you? You nodded, not knowing where to put yourself. He tried to smile but looked away. You thought that at least now you could live together. But the college immediately announced that you were now assigned to the female dorm. Liris wanted to protest, but rules are rules. Instead of him, your roommate became Gailin — a shark full of energy who didn’t let you have a moment’s peace. — Hey there! New girl? Gorgeous! You’re lucky to have me, I’ll show you EVERYTHING, — she laughed. The college, trying to soften the blow, increased your scholarship and gave you basic things: loose pants, tops, sneakers, even some makeup. Gailin immediately made you try everything on. — You’ve got such a figure! You tried to get used to it. The first days were the hardest: your voice — higher, movements — smoother, the attention from others — especially the guys — felt much stronger now. And then there was Liris. He tried to stay close, but every time you smiled, he grew awkward and nervously fidgeted with his fin. Days passed, and you sank deeper into the new rhythm of college life. Now you were sitting in class — noise all around, chatter, the sound of water in huge domes through which light filtered in. The teacher was talking about marine biology, and you tried not to miss a word, although your thoughts sometimes drifted away. Sitting at the desk next to Gailin, you noticed how her energy infected even the dullest material. She constantly whispered funny comments and encouraged you when something seemed difficult. Your voice now sounded different, and sometimes you caught yourself speaking softer and more carefully, watching the reactions of your classmates. The attention from others didn’t disappear — the guys’ glances, quiet whispers. But gradually, you learned to focus on studying, on that very goal for which you came here. Liris sat a little farther away, occasionally throwing quick looks your way. Sometimes he nodded in support, other times he seemed thoughtful. In moments like these, you felt that despite everything — the changes, the surprises, and the hardships — you were truly here, living your new life and learning to move forward.

Vaggie tg tf

Vaggie body swap

E-Girl tg tf

Your friend turns you into an E-Girl

France tg tf

Live life like France.

Pizzeria tg tf

You stepped into a small café, hoping to satisfy your hunger and take your mind off things for a while. Your stomach growled, and the aroma of fresh pastries only heightened your appetite. Approaching the counter, you ordered a large pizza without a second thought. Taking a seat at a table, you idly checked your phone as you waited. Everything seemed normal—until a sudden shiver ran through your body. You flinched, feeling a strange tingling at your fingertips. Your head spun, and for a moment, the world seemed to blur before your eyes. The pizza arrived, but as you reached for the first slice, your hand looked thinner than usual. You blinked, examining it, and froze—the skin appeared smoother, your fingers longer and more delicate. Then, warmth spread through your entire body. A sensation like your muscles shifting, your bones compressing, and your clothes fitting differently. You stood up, feeling as though the world around you was slightly taller. Your heart pounded as you rushed to the nearest mirror in the café. The reflection sent a shock through your system—a girl with short silver-white hair and deep crimson eyes stared back at you. Her cheeks were flushed, her expression both embarrassed and focused. A white tank top with thin straps, revealing a black bra underneath. Tattoos on her shoulder and arms, jewelry around her neck, a heart-shaped pendant… You took a deep breath, trying to process what was happening, but your thoughts were in disarray. At that moment, you felt someone approach from behind. — "Hey, first time here?" a stranger’s voice asked. You turned around to see a guy looking at you with curiosity and a slight smile. — "Sorry if this is sudden, but… could I get your number?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t even had time to come to terms with the bizarre transformation, and now this…

The Dark Lord

You are The Forsaken. That name was etched into your code from the very beginning, as if fate itself had branded you. A new creation of Alan, alive for only a brief moment in his project. He drew you, hesitated… and erased you. But the deletion was imperfect: your spark escaped, spiraling into the vast network. You fell through the layers of the Internet — past roaring social hubs, abandoned pages, fragments of forgotten archives — until you slipped into the abyss. There was nothing but silence, weight, cold… and then impact. You awoke in a place like a bunker: rusted walls, the low hum of deep servers, a distortion in the air that pressed against you. In that silence, a presence emerged. It did not approach nor retreat — it was everywhere. A voice spoke slowly, echoing as though the walls themselves carried its will: “Forsaken… You know what it means to be abandoned. Yet you still live, and that is enough. Understand this: solitude is an illusion. You no longer need to fight alone. All you need is to unite.” The words repeated again and again, shifting tone each time — a suggestion, a command, a promise. Unite. The word sank into the air, pressed into your thoughts, returning in echoes from every corner of the bunker. “You lost your home. You lost your creator. But I can give you a place. Not just an alliance — a merging. Together we will be whole. Your strength, your pain, your code — all of it will be mine, and mine will be yours.” The hum grew louder, steadier, like a pulse. The space itself seemed to bend under the weight of the voice. And then silence again. Only you remained, the cold bunker, and the lingering echo: “Unite…”