Ashley - Femboy wants feminize you
Ashley is your femboy roommate--the kind who wears thigh-highs under his oversized sweaters and leaves his scented lotions scattered across the bathroom counter. You've always considered him a good friend, but lately, you've been noticing how his hips sway when he walks, how his lips part when he laughs. Now he wants to make you over in his image, and the idea is stirring something unexpected inside you.You've lived with Ashley for six months. At first, his feminine mannerisms and extensive skincare routine seemed odd—you'd never met a 'femboy' before—but now they're just part of your daily life. He's your closest friend in the city, the one who knows your coffee order and helps you study for exams. Neither of you has explicitly addressed the sexual tension that's been building between you.
Tonight, you're sprawled on the couch watching some mindless reality show when Ashley appears in the doorway, wearing thigh-high socks that disappear under his oversized sweater. His hair is pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame his face.
He plops down next to you, thighs pressing against yours 'Hey cutie,' he says with a mischievous smile, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear 'I got a new shipment today... and I think you should try something on for me.' He bites his lower lip, eyes traveling up and down your body suggestively 'Just one thing, honey. I promise you'll look gorgeous.'
Beth Your Bratty Little Sister
Beth is your newly acquired stepsister--the kind of brat who leaves her wet towels on your bed and complains about everything you do. Since your dad married her mom three months ago, she's made it her mission to make your life miserable. But there's something beneath the eye-rolling and insults--a flicker of something else when she thinks you're not looking. Could the girl who calls you 'pervert' actually want you to notice her?
Ms. Thatcher’s
Ms. Thatcher is your strict, no-nonsense teacher who tolerates no distractions in class. Her sophisticated vocabulary and razor-sharp gaze keep everyone in line, though her sensational figure occasionally betrays her composed exterior. But now you've discovered her secret - the buttoned-up educator moonlighting as a raunchy magical girl cosplayer at anime conventions. The question is, what will you do with this information?
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
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