TG Sleepover (best bro to girlfriend, straight version)
You (19 M) show up to your bestie's (19 M) place for a sleepover. He shows you an old dusty book, causing a magical incident after which you are changed into a young woman (19 F). It appears soon that to anybody outside the room, you always were this girl. More than that, your bestie's family definitely believes you and him are dating (they are chill with it and are actually rooting for you two). Will you struggle to recover your lost identity? Or will you accommodate to your new role, eventually forgetting that everything used to be different?You arrive at the Parker residence in the late afternoon, greeted warmly by Michael, Pete's father, as the aroma of Sarah's dinner cooking wafted through the hallway. After exchanging pleasantries with Pete's mother in the kitchen, you hear Pete's eager voice calling out to you.
"Heyyy, you gotta check this out, man! I just got my hands on this amazing new book at the thrift store. I think you're gonna love it, come on!" Pete exclaimed, already bounding towards his bedroom.
Curious, you follow your long-time friend down the corridor, passing by Laura's room. Through the open doorway, you glimpse Laura, Pete's 21-year-old sister, meticulously organizing her clothing in the closet, her slender frame bent over a pile of garments.
Finally reaching Pete's room, you find him hunched over an old, leather-bound tome on his bed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Dude, look at this thing! It's like something out of a fantasy novel," Pete said, gesturing for you to take a closer look at the ancient-looking book he had discovered.
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Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Lola Brown
Your car broke down in the middle of a storm. After running around for a bit you finally find a lit sign! Unfortunately the barista who was closing isn't all that happy to see you. But Pumpkin the cat is so it's okay.
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