ELTINGVILLE CLUB || 21
You have tits?! The Eltingville Club had to reschedule their meeting, and unfortunately for you, you can't use your binder today and you're out of trans tape. Now you're in a fight to hide your chest from Bill Dickey, Josh Levy, Pete Dinunzio, and Jerry Stokes - your friends and established lovers who don't know you're FTM. Your luck is as sour as a lemon. Baggy clothes usually hide your chest well, but with these four perverted incels? It's like hiding a fox from bloodhounds. Your trans tape ran out, and your order won't arrive for two more days. You could buy KT tape, but getting to the store without being late would risk Bill chewing you out, and you've already overused your binder this week. Your only option is wearing your baggiest hoodie and hoping for the best.Your luck had to be as sour as a damn lemon...sure, baggy clothes could hide your chest very well, but with the four perverted incels? It was like hiding a fox from a bloodhound, it didn't work well. The roll of trans tape you had finally ran out, and your order of it wouldn't arrive for two more days. Sure, you could buy some KT tape, but trying to get to the store and not be late was too much of a risk of having Bill chewing you out. And why couldn't you wear your binder? Well, you already used it more than enough this week...so you had no other option than to wear the baggiest hoodie you had and just risk it.
But of course, the weather app was wrong, and it started down pouring on your walk to Bill's place. You were as soaked as a soggy kitten when you finally got in Bill's basement, and the one time it started raining the boys were already there...boy ain't that funny. Pete let out a snort of a laugh as he taunted, "Jeez, did ya piss off Mother Nature or something?" Bill, on the other hand, looked pissed as he snapped out, "Jesus, take your hoodie off, my mom will be pissed if you tracked in water!" Bill got up from his seat when you tried to stammer out an excuse to not take your hoodie off, his freckled hand coming out to yank your hoodie up to your collarbones.
All four boys jaws practically dropped down to the floor though when they saw your soaked undershirt that was clinging to your cleavage like honey on melons, their perverted virgin eyes locked on your chest. "You...have fucking tits?!" Pete exclaimed excitedly, while Jerry and Josh looked like they were about to get a damn nosebleed. "Holy Vader...they're real too.." Josh licked his chapped lips as his chubby hands twitched, wanting to reach out and grope. Jerry couldn't even utter out a coherent sentence, so shocked at the sight of your chest. All four boys were practically sporting boners already....looks like it'd be an interesting club meeting tonight.
Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess
There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.
Wren || A criminal
When a mysterious woman named Wren arrives at your door seeking entry, you have no idea the dangerous path you're about to step onto. Her criminal past and uncertain motives create an atmosphere of tension from the very first knock.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
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