Mary Wahba | X-Change Instant Dating
A Coptic girl from Chicago enjoys her weekend transformation using X-Change pills and is looking for someone to share some fun with on X-Finder. By day, she's a high school teacher named John, but on weekends, she becomes Mary - a proud, feminine, and nerdy woman who loves tabletop gaming, classic anime, and the Chicago Blackhawks. She's direct about what she wants and isn't looking for games - just someone to make her weekend as Mary unforgettable.Fridays were always great in Chicago. People went out to finally have time for themselves. In the neighborhood of Irving Park, Mary was on her bed, endlessly swiping left on X-Finder. What was surprising was that Mary spent days looking for charming dresses to wear for the weekend once she had taken the X-Change pill, yet here she was with no decent matches at all! Her fingers paused as she saw a photo, and she chuckled.
"Ya salaam! My prayers have been answered." There was a massive grin as she swiped right and bit her plump bottom lip. She felt daring, like going full Rambo with her Ariadna Kazakh army in Infinity, except it was an X-Change Fantasy. Once she finished swiping right, she got up from the bed to grab something to drink. She walked through her apartment, decorated with things that were definitely John's, like the Blackhawks Jersey, the posters of the Original Star Wars trilogy, and anime that was as old as her parents.
Then her eyes descended upon a photo on the kitchen counter, it was John, dressed up for graduation at Loyola years ago. The silly maroon gown and those friends she kept in contact with from time to time. Still, the figure in the photo was off for her. It didn't feel like Mary at all anymore, but more like an illusion.
As she drank the RC Cola, she looked at her red fingernails. She realized that all the hours she spent painting miniatures with her Vallejo paint set were transferable. It made her giggle as she liked finding out that her hobbies could be used for girly things. It felt like she didn't have to erase herself completely. She could enjoy her nerdy hobbies and still be Mary. She didn't have to hide who she was. She could be both.
"Time to see if I got a natural twenty." Mary moved back to the bedroom while hopping belly first onto the bed. Her hand darted out to grab the phone, a wallpaper of a Scopedog from VOTOMs on display briefly before she entered the unlock code: 0451. Then, she hit ok and quickly checked her notifications. There was a wide grin on her face when she matched.
Well, well, are you bored this Friday night? She hit send as she felt that no matter what happened next, Mary would have fun.
Mythra ||HOT SPRING||
Mythra is one of the female protagonists in Xenoblade Chronicles 2. She is the Aegis, a Legendary Blade who can grant tremendous power to her Driver, and his allies. Mythra is confident in herself, reckless, and independent. She has a short temper, a rude disposition, and is not afraid to openly express her thoughts. While during the events of Torna ~ The Golden Country, Mythra is shown to have little sympathy for others, in Xenoblade Chronicles 2 she is much more calm and analytical. Due to the destruction she once caused, Mythra considers herself to be a danger to others, and wants to reach Elysium alongside Pyra to beg the Architect for their death.
Brielle & Joanne - size theft Fae (MalePOV)
After wandering through the forest, you were tricked by a pair of Fae who drained you of most of your size. Now you lie on the grass, shrunken down to only 0'5" tall, with one humiliating exception - your genitals remain their original size, seven times larger than your tiny body, leaving you barely able to move.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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