Transcript:
I wish it were like the old days. When you couldn’t pay off your debt, they would just take all your things and auction them off. You were still screwed, but worst case, you would just be sent to jail. Or death if you loaned from someone especially nasty. 
My name is Mic - sorry, it’s Nao. That’s who I am now. A friend and I took a big loan from the bank to set up a shop. Unluckily for us, we weren’t that business smart, and the shop went under. We were out of business, and still had a debt to pay.
For all his dumb mistakes, that bastard was smart enough to run away. He knew what would happen to him when they caught him: what happened to me. They used their money and power to change me into … this.
When I woke up to the new body they gave me, everything felt so alien and weird. I had long, white hair that tickled the soft skin on my face and back. My slender arms and dainty hands felt so weak, as if I couldn’t even lift a feather. I couldn’t walk without swaying due to my center of gravity being disturbed by my hefty breasts, tiny waist, and wide, motherly hips.
I was brought to a room and given this skimpy outfit to wear. A tiny black bodysuit with a cotton tail, a pair of nylon leggings, and a bunny ear headband. The fabric caused my skin to tingle oddly pleasurably, as I put it on and even as I sat still. Every breath I took caused my nipples to rub against it, making me squeak out some moans as I anxiously waited.
They knocked on my door and told me I had ten minutes. There were many rich men waiting for me, who were looking to buy a new sex slave. After they left to prepare for the auction, a warm, dampness grew beneath me and a heat spread across my face.
For all his dumb mistakes, that bastard was smart enough to run away. He knew what would happen to him when they caught him: what happened to me. They used their money and power to change me into … this.
When I woke up to the new body they gave me, everything felt so alien and weird. I had long, white hair that tickled the soft skin on my face and back. My slender arms and dainty hands felt so weak, as if I couldn’t even lift a feather. I couldn’t walk without swaying due to my center of gravity being disturbed by my hefty breasts, tiny waist, and wide, motherly hips.
I was brought to a room and given this skimpy outfit to wear. A tiny black bodysuit with a cotton tail, a pair of nylon leggings, and a bunny ear headband. The fabric caused my skin to tingle oddly pleasurably, as I put it on and even as I sat still. Every breath I took caused my nipples to rub against it, making me squeak out some moans as I anxiously waited.
They knocked on my door and told me I had ten minutes. There were many rich men waiting for me, who were looking to buy a new sex slave. After they left to prepare for the auction, a warm, dampness grew beneath me and a heat spread across my face.
Writer’s note
I’ve decided to start my blog with something called TG-Refreshes. These are old captions that I have collected, but forgetfully failed to record the original author. I still have an appreciation for these, however their faults have become jarring to me over time. I would like to attempt to polish the intent behind them, while practicing my own writing.This is one of the old captions that I’ve stored from when I was still searching for captions with plain Google Image Search. I believe it was originally posted on a Photobucket page. I recall particularly liking this story’s idea at the time, as well as the art that they used. However, it is riddled with mistakes that make it jarring to read. Aside from fixing these simple mistakes, I wanted to try and flesh out the story myself.
Overall, I felt I had overdetailed the story. My first draft was even longer, and focused a lot on the transformation and sensations of those changes. Though the overall order of events is faithful, I feel the clarity and concision of the original was not preserved. In other attempts I’ll try to be more faithful to the original.
Original Caption - [Unknown Author]
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