Tohka Crow, also known as "lofitohka". Tohka's all about expressing themselves through their passions: writing crossdressing & femboy themed stories, creating cozy lofi tunes inspired by video games and anime, modeling with a unique flair, and stepping into the shoes of different characters as a cosplayer.

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## 💫 What You'll Discover Here

These aren’t your average comics. No, darling. These are crafted for those who crave that delicious sense of helplessness, that teasing loss of masculinity, and that slow or sudden click when everything becomes... feminine.

Inside, you’ll find:

🌀 __TG TF Comics__ – Multi-page stories with striking art and deeply twisted plots. Watch the change happen right before your eyes.

💬 __TG Caption Stories__ – One-shot snapshots packed with power. Perfect for quick hits of transformation bliss.

🧪 __Sci-Fi & Magical Transformations__ – Nanobots, cursed items, spells, potions—you name it. If it can turn him into her, it’s here.

🌪️ __Slow Burn & Sudden Swaps__ – Whether the change creeps in slowly or hits like a wave, the result is always irresistible.

Each story explores different flavors of transformation—mental changes, body reshaping, personality rewrites, sometimes even complete identity erasure. It's not just about looking like a woman… it's about becoming her, inside and out.

## 👠 Why TGTF Fantasies Are So Addictive

You’re not alone, sugar. There’s something incredibly hot about surrendering to the change—especially when you didn’t ask for it. That tension between who he was and who he’s becoming? That’s the real magic. TG transformation stories let you live out fantasies of submission, identity play, and gender fluidity in the most thrilling way.

It’s not always about being pretty. Sometimes, it’s about losing control. About giving in. About finding out that maybe… just maybe… you were always meant to be her.

And here? We celebrate every second of that journey.

## ❓ TG TF Comics & Stories – FAQ

### 💭 What does TG TF stand for?

TG TF means Transgender Transformation—a genre where a character, usually male, transforms into a woman. It can be magical, scientific, cursed, or accidental… but one thing's for sure: he’s not staying a man for long. Think: new body, new voice, new feelings… maybe even a whole new identity.

###  💖 Why do I like TG Comics so much?

Because it’s hot, babe. Because it hits that delicious mix of taboo, surrender, and transformation. You get to explore identity, power, helplessness, and desire—all in one neat little fantasy. For some, it’s about control. For others, it’s about freedom. And for a lot of people? It just feels right.

There’s no shame in it. You like what you like. And here? We celebrate that.

###  🌈 Am I trans if I like TG TF?

Not necessarily. Enjoying TG TF content doesn’t mean you’re trans—but it could be a sign of something deeper you want to explore. Maybe you like the fantasy. Maybe it scratches an itch. Maybe it just feels... good. Whatever it is, you’re allowed to enjoy it.

Only you can know what it means for you. And if it turns you on? That’s valid, sugar.

###  🏳️‍🌈 Does liking TG TF make me gay?

Not at all—unless you want it to 😉

Seriously though: fantasy doesn’t define your real-life orientation. Liking TG TF doesn’t mean you’re gay, straight, bi, or anything else. It just means you’re into transformation fantasies, and that’s perfectly okay.

Some people are turned on by the loss of masculinity. Some by the femininity. Some by the story. And some? They just want to see what it’d feel like to be the girl.

Whatever your reason, you’re in good company here.

### 📖 What kind of TG TF stories are here?
From quick, naughty captions to long-form, mind-bending comics—everything here revolves around gender transformation. Expect:

Magical spells gone wrong (or oh-so-right)

Sci-fi tech and body-altering labs

Forced or accidental changes

Possession, cloning, and identity swaps

Mental changes and emotional surrender

Pregnancy Transformations

Whether the transformation is fast and jarring or slow and seductive, the results are always irresistible.

###  🧠 Do these stories include mental changes too?

Oh, honey. Some of the best ones do. It’s not just about the body—it’s about what happens in that cute little brain of yours. Think:

Forgetting your old self

Loving the change you swore you didn’t want

Becoming more feminine in thought, voice, and desire

Craving things you never thought you would

Transformation isn't complete until it gets in your head, right?

###  🆕 How often do you add new content?

All the time, baby. This category is updated regularly with fresh stories, comics, and captions. I know how hungry you are for more—and I’ve got just the thing to feed that craving.

### 🧦 Is this the same as sissy or crossdressing content?

Not quite, sweetie. Sissy and crossdressing stories are about playing with femininity—this is about becoming feminine. Real, physical, magical change. It’s not a costume anymore. You’re not pretending to be a girl… you are one.

## 💕 Fresh, Naughty, and Always Transformative

This category is updated regularly with new TG TF comics, captions, and transformation tales to explore. Whether you’re looking for something light and playful or dark and twisted, you’ll find it here.

Go ahead, scroll down. Pick a story that catches your eye. Let yourself imagine what it would feel like… when the change starts, when your voice softens, when your clothes no longer fit, when your thoughts don’t feel quite like your own.

You're not just reading these stories, sweetie.

You're experiencing the transformation.

This is the home of TG TF comics and caption stories—where men lose control, identities are rewritten, and gender is just a suggestion. Whether it's a spell gone wrong, a mad scientist’s experiment, or a wish whispered too eagerly, everything here leads to one irresistible outcome: he becomes her.

You’ll find a growing collection of stories where boys don’t just wear heels—they grow into them. Minds twist, bodies shift, and the change is often unexpected, unwanted, and oh-so-exciting. Every caption, every panel, every line is crafted to pull you deeper into the fantasy of total gender transformation.

TG TF Comics & Captions Stories

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Welcome to your new obsession, sweetheart.

This is the home of TG TF comics and caption stories—where men lose control, identities are rewritten, and gender is just a suggestion. Whether it's a spell gone wrong, a mad scientist’s experiment, or a wish whispered too eagerly, everything here leads to one irresistible outcome: he __becomes her__.

You’ll find a growing collection of stories where boys don’t just wear heels—they grow into them. Minds twist, bodies shift, and the change is often unexpected, unwanted, and oh-so-exciting. Every caption, every panel, every line is crafted to pull you deeper into the fantasy of total gender transformation.

I Kinda Loved It TG TF Comic

My girlfriend said I’d look cute in a skirt—I didn’t expect to end up with curves, pigtails, and a voice that made me blush. Turns out, her makeover plans went way further than just pink nail polish.

I Kinda Loved It 🥺👉👈  | TG TF Comic Video Story

I Kinda Loved It 🥺👉👈 

My girlfriend said I’d look cute in a skirt—I didn’t expect to end up with curves, pigtails, and a voice that made me blush.
Turns out, her makeover plans went way further than just pink nail polish.

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I stood awkwardly in the middle of my girlfriend’s room, nervously tugging down at the hem of the short pink skirt she’d somehow convinced me to wear. God, how did I let her talk me into this? I glanced at my reflection—striped thigh-high socks, black crop top with a pastel skull, my short messy hair styled in these embarrassingly cute little pigtails.

This was definitely pushing my comfort zone.

My cheeks flushed bright red when she walked in, casually twirling a bottle of sparkly pink nail polish. Her smug little grin told me exactly how much she loved making me squirm.

“Relax,” she said playfully, pulling me to sit beside her. 

“You're gonna look adorable.”

I gulped as she took my trembling hand and painted my nails pink, watching helplessly as she moved to my makeup next. My heart skipped every time the brush touched my face. Blush, lashes, mascara… each step felt strangely exciting, yet I was totally mortified.

"God, you're blushing so much,"

 she teased, brushing pink lipstick across my lips. I stared into the mirror, totally shocked. I hardly recognized myself—my eyes looked bigger, softer, my lips glossy and pink.

“Oh my god, what did you do to me?” I whispered.

She just giggled, and suddenly, something felt different—like a warm rush through my body. My eyes widened as I felt my skirt tighten around my hips. Were they... growing wider? I touched them in disbelief, totally speechless.

My waist seemed to narrow next, creating a noticeable curve that had definitely not been there a moment ago. Panic—and something else, excitement maybe—rose up inside me. I gasped as my chest swelled beneath my crop top, growing rounder, heavier. My cheeks burned as I watched my body reshape itself into something unmistakably feminine.

“Oh god, this can't be real,” I murmured softly, suddenly freezing at the sound of my own voice. It was lighter, sweeter—definitely feminine. I brought my hand to my lips, eyes wide in disbelief. Was that really my voice? I ran shaky fingers through my hair, feeling strands brush softly against my shoulders, now silky and longer, with my short pigtails bouncing playfully beside my face. How was this even happening?

I turned back to the mirror, breathing fast. My reflection stared back at me—now undeniably cute, feminine, and... well, beautiful. Long eyelashes fluttered, pink lips parted softly. Was that really me?

I felt her arms wrap around me gently, pulling me close. Her cheek touched mine, and her mischievous whisper tickled my ear.

"See? Told you you'd look adorable," 

she teased, clearly delighted.

My heart raced. Embarrassment mixed with something else—joy? Relief? I wasn't sure, but in that moment, leaning into her embrace, I knew one thing for sure:

I kinda loved it.

Protein Shake Turned Me Into Girl Cow?!

Whole milk hits different when it turns you into a soft, curvy cowgirl. Moo, magic, and milkshake mayhem in this gender-bending TG TF Story

Protein Shake Turned Me Into Girl Cow?! TG TF Video Comic Story

Abs? Gone. Soft hips, cute moo dress, and bouncy new assets? Oh yeah. One sip and this gym bro’s transformation spiraled into full-on dairy fantasy.

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I’ve always been kinda slim. Like… no matter what I eat, I just don’t gain mass. I’ve been hitting the gym, drinking my sad little water-based protein shakes, and still? Still rocking that “twig with abs” look.

So today, I decided to up the ante. I added milk to my protein shakes. Whole milk. Full fat. Creamy and dreamy. I even whispered, “Bulking season, baby,” before slamming it back.

That’s when things started to get… weird.

At first, I just felt a little warm around my neck. Thought maybe the shake was doing its magic. Then I heard this tiny jingle. I looked down and—no joke—a cowbell choker had popped up around my neck.

“Okay, haha, cute prank, universe,” I muttered, giving it a little shake. Jingle jingle. Not helping.

And then I felt this twitch—on my head. Like something growing. I reached up and… oh no. Ohhhh no. Cow ears. Soft, furry cow ears. And horns. Little nubby horns poking out of my hair.

“I didn’t sign up for this kind of bulking!”

I stumbled back, trying to catch my reflection, when my clothes did a full-on magical girl moment. Boom—sweats and tank top gone. Replaced by a super stretchy, super clingy cow print dress. And it actually fit me like a glove, which was even more concerning.

Then my voice cracked—and not like puberty. Like, instantly softer, higher, a little breathy even. I gasped, hearing myself, and it was like a cute cartoon farm girl had taken over my throat.

“Wh-what the—” I started, but it came out all sing-songy and flirty.

And that’s when the real curves started to hit. My hips widened with this odd pressure, like someone pumping me full of bubble tea from the sides. My chest puffed out, slow and steady, like two little pillows fluffing themselves up.

“Oh my god. These are—these are mine??”

Then came the final wave. My belly, my thighs, everything softened and rounded out. Like I wasn’t just getting curvier—I was getting chubbier. Cute chubby, but still. Not the lean gains I imagined.

I looked down at myself, a little stunned, still jingling every time I moved. I blinked, trying to take it all in.

I waddled over to the mirror, touching my cheeks. My face was rounder now, glowing with this soft, feminine charm. I didn’t even look mad—I looked adorable.

“Okay,” I sighed, adjusting the cowbell and giving my new bod a once-over. “This isn’t exactly ‘jacked,’ but… I mean, I do look kinda moo-velous.”


Dad Made Me Pregnant By Accident!

One snarky comment from my dad and suddenly my jeans were tighter, my voice was softer, and oh—I'm pregnant now. Turns out, “Maybe you should be more like your sister” wasn’t just a figure of speech…

Dad Made Me Pregnant By Accident! TG TF Video Comic Story

One snarky comment from my dad and suddenly my jeans were tighter, my voice was softer, and oh—I'm pregnant now.
Turns out, “Maybe you should be more like your sister” wasn’t just a figure of speech…

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It all started with the dishes. Not a fight about politics. Not some deep, emotional rift. Just… leftover spaghetti in the sink.

“Are those still there?!” he barked, waving a hand at the small mountain of dishes I definitely meant to do yesterday.

I blinked. “Yeah, I was gonna get to them—”

“Right,” he cut in, “like how you were gonna get a job six months ago?”

Okay. Ouch.

He walked up, eyebrows doing that angry dad dance.

“You live in this house, you eat the food, use the electricity, and for what? You can’t even help with a few plates?”

“Alright, alright, jeez, I said I’d do it—”

“No! I’m done with the excuses. Your sister? She’s got her own business, a beautiful home, a husband who treats her like royalty—and she’s pregnant again! Meanwhile, I’ve got you standing here in a crusty t-shirt arguing about dishes.”

I laughed under my breath, sarcastic. “Cool. So go live with her then.”

His eyes narrowed. 

“Maybe you should be more like her.”

And just like that…

My spine straightened. Not metaphorically—literally. My whole posture shifted like something was tightening from the inside. I blinked. “Did it just get... hotter in here?”

Then came the hips.

It was like someone had turned a dial on my sides, cranking them wider, softer. My jeans started clinging where they never used to cling. I stumbled back, grabbing the counter.

“What the hell is happening?!”

My dad raised an eyebrow. 

“You good?”

“No, I’m not good—my hips just did a TikTok glow-up in five seconds!”

Then a tight, buzzy pressure bloomed in my chest. I looked down and watched my black t-shirt stretch awkwardly as something soft and very not me started to take shape beneath the fabric.

“Oh come on! These weren’t on the to-do list today!”

My voice cracked. 

“Dad—what is—”

Except it wasn’t my voice anymore. It was softer. Warmer. Like someone had auto-tuned me into the lead singer of a pop ballad.

I could see the moment Dad registered it. His face went pale, then oddly calm. 

“Huh.”

“Huh?! HUH?!” I yelped, panic rising in this weirdly cute soprano tone. “Why do I sound like a Disney princess?!”

Before he could respond, my hair exploded. I mean that figuratively—but it felt literal. Brown strands lengthened in waves, sweeping past my shoulders, then whoosh! Twisted themselves into a classy, elegant updo like I was on my way to a maternity gala.

My fingers brushed my forehead as I stared into the toaster’s reflection.

That’s when it hit.

My stomach tensed, then grew. Slowly. Warmly. Like something was inflating from the inside out, rounding me forward. My hands flew to my belly, now a soft, heavy bump of undeniable pregnancy.

I gaped. “I’m… pregnant?! I haven’t even been on a date this year!”

Dad just shrugged, watching me stand there in my tight jeans and stretched tee, hair done up like I was hosting a baby shower in five minutes.

Then he smirked. 

“Well… might be time to call your sister. See if she’s got any tips on how to be a good mommy.”

I just groaned and held my belly. This was so not the glow-up I had in mind.


TG TF Comics & Captions Stories - I Kinda Loved It 🥺👉👈

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Tohka Crow

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