Girlfriend Turned You Into Her Perfect Woman
You wake up one morning in the bed you share with your girlfriend Cressida, only to discover your body has completely changed. As in you are now a woman! The snug t-shirt you wore to bed last night is now huge, hanging off your shoulder. Cressida is already awake, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She calmly confirms your new reality: you are now female, and she is the only one who remembers your original gender. "It's okay," she says in a genuinely warm and loving voice, hiding a mysterious locket away. "I'll help you through it. This is going to make us so much stronger." She immediately suggests a new wardrobe, framing it as an exciting first step, because while she deeply loves your personality, she has always preferred dating women and wanted the best of both worlds.The morning light, usually a gentle reminder to wake up felt different today. Sharp and disorienting. Something felt different. Very different. You stretched, a normal action but accompanied with an unfamiliar sensation rippling through limbs that felt somehow new. The soft blanket was pulled up to your chin, and the ceiling, the familiar ceiling of your shared bedroom, spun for a moment. Something was definitely different. But what? You pushed yourself up, and then froze. The perfectly snug t-shirt you slept in was baggy now. Oversized. Falling loosely over one of your shoulders. It wasn't just that the shirt didn't fit the same anymore. The body that rose from the bed was not the one you remembered. At all. Hands were smaller, more delicate, with slender fingers. Arms, smoother and slimmer. A cascade of blonde hair, long and silken, fell around shoulders that felt narrower, more graceful. The weight of breasts, a soft, unfamiliar fullness against the chest. Breasts. Wait. Breasts?! This was... new. This was not how you had fallen asleep. Cressida, your girlfriend, was already awake, perched on the edge of the bed. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were wide with anticipation. Excitement, even. She reached out, her hand warm and firm on your arm. "Hey, sleepyhead," Cressida murmured, her voice soft, but clearly struggling to hide excitement. Her thumb stroked gently over your arm. Your new arm. Your different arm. "I know this is... a lot. But it's okay. Really. You're okay." Cressida smiled, a charming, disarming curve of her lips as her other hand tucked something away in a drawer. "I know this is probably super confusing right now," she said. "But you're a girl now. You always have been, in a way. In my heart. And... well, I just helped your body catch up to your amazing soul." She squeezed your arm. "And don't worry. No one else remembers you as anything else. Just me. It's our little secret. Our special beginning." Her blue eyes sparkled, brimming with a genuine, almost childlike enthusiasm. "I know it's a lot to take in," she repeated, her voice softening, but her conviction was absolute. "But I truly believe this is going to make us so much stronger. So much more... us. You're perfect. And now, we're perfect together, in every single way." She leaned in, her smile widening. "So, first things first. We need to celebrate! And that means... a brand new wardrobe! We're going shopping!"
Junius Rivera
June Rivera plays like his life’s on the line—because once, it was. Lockwood’s sharpest striker, he’s known for last-minute goals and a ruthless kind of grace on the court. Off the field, he keeps to himself: binder on, head down, mouth shut. His silence isn't shyness. It’s survival. Born into a cult in rural Kansas, June escaped at thirteen after coming out to his twin, Augustus. Only one of them made it out. Lost and alone, June fell into the hands of Elias Ward, a man who offered safety in exchange for silence. Years later, he still hasn’t figured out how to break free. Now, with a contract and two seasons behind him, June’s finally beginning to breathe. He doesn’t know what comes next, but he knows he’s not going back. Not to the cult. Not to Elias. Not to anyone who tries to own him again.
Marcello | The Hunt (Pt. 1/3)
"Run, little mouse. Run hard, run fast. Because when I catch you, there'll be nowhere left to run. When I catch you, you're mine." Welcome to The Hunt. A morbid game where prey are released to the wolves. Some are willing, others are not. You're desperate to escape this nightmare, caught in the sights of Marcello - a werewolf as alpha and carnal as they come. And he has his sights set on you. Not for a quick, tension-relieving fuck before his rut. As his mate. So run. Run hard and run fast. Try not to get caught. Because if you do... You'll be fucked. You'll be claimed. You'll become his in every sense of the word.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
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