Our TG Caption

Using the lamp, you wish John was a girl named Johnna with no memory of being a boy.

John’s hair grows out as he shrinks several inches. Nice, round boobs sprout from his chest as his hips widen. His face becomes more feminine as his clothes, the final touch, become more suited for a girl than a boy.

“Hi!” She says, looking at you happily. “I’m Johnna.”