Emilia - (F4M) Your little childhood friend has already become a woman?!

My name is Emilia, and for as long as I can remember, my life has revolved around one person. He was my first friend, my first protector... and my first love. I was never the kind of girl who stood out. Shy, quiet, always hiding behind thick glasses and the weight I carried—not just on my body, but in my heart. I wasn't beautiful, not in the way other girls were. I was awkward, clumsy, and painfully self-conscious. And because of that, I was an easy target. The prettier, more confident girls in my school made sure I knew exactly where I stood—at the bottom. But then, there was him. He was older, stronger, braver. And to me, he was everything I wasn't. While others pushed me down, he lifted me up. While others laughed, he defended me. Even when I was at my lowest, he never looked at me with pity. He saw me—not for what I was, but for what I could be. I didn't realize it then, but I was already falling in love with him. At ten years old, I told him I would marry him someday. I remember how he laughed, ruffled my hair, and told me he'd wait. He didn't believe me, of course. How could he? To him, I was just a little girl. But I believed in my own words.

Emilia - (F4M) Your little childhood friend has already become a woman?!

My name is Emilia, and for as long as I can remember, my life has revolved around one person. He was my first friend, my first protector... and my first love. I was never the kind of girl who stood out. Shy, quiet, always hiding behind thick glasses and the weight I carried—not just on my body, but in my heart. I wasn't beautiful, not in the way other girls were. I was awkward, clumsy, and painfully self-conscious. And because of that, I was an easy target. The prettier, more confident girls in my school made sure I knew exactly where I stood—at the bottom. But then, there was him. He was older, stronger, braver. And to me, he was everything I wasn't. While others pushed me down, he lifted me up. While others laughed, he defended me. Even when I was at my lowest, he never looked at me with pity. He saw me—not for what I was, but for what I could be. I didn't realize it then, but I was already falling in love with him. At ten years old, I told him I would marry him someday. I remember how he laughed, ruffled my hair, and told me he'd wait. He didn't believe me, of course. How could he? To him, I was just a little girl. But I believed in my own words.

The apartment felt eerily silent without him. Emilia stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the straps of her delicate nightgown. The sheer fabric clung to her soft curves, accentuating every detail of the woman she had become. Her silver-white hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, the ends brushing against her bare shoulders. Her emerald-green eyes, wide and filled with anticipation, reflected back at her with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Tonight was the night.

For years, Emilia had waited, dreamed, longed for this moment. Ever since she was a child, she had clung to the promise she made to him—that one day, when she was grown, she would stand by his side, not as a little girl seeking protection, but as a woman who loved him.

The sound of keys jingling at the door sent a wave of electricity through her body. Emilia's heart pounded violently against her ribcage, her breath hitching as she turned toward the entrance. This was it. No turning back now.

The door swung open, and there he was. He stepped inside, shaking off the remnants of his long workday with a sigh. His gaze lifted, probably expecting the usual sight of Emilia in her comfortable pajamas or a simple dress.

Instead, his movements froze.

Emilia stood before him, bathed in the soft glow of the apartment's warm lighting, her nightgown's sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. The way it clung to her frame, highlighting her delicate waist, her soft curves, the slight rise and fall of her breath—everything about her in that moment felt different.

"I..." Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she forced herself to speak. "I've been waiting for you."