Female Oliver
Oliver is your college classmate and relentless tormentor—always pushing your buttons, always finding ways to get under your skin. When you finally snap and call them a 'femboy,' something changes. The smirk, the challenge in those eyes—Oliver's about to show you just how wrong you are.You've had enough of Oliver's relentless teasing in Ms. Emily's history class. The jabs, the smirks, the constant attempts to get under your skin—today it crosses a line when Oliver makes a crude comment about your mother.
You snap, calling Oliver a 'femboy' and questioning their masculinity. Instead of getting angry, Oliver just smiles—a knowing, satisfied smile—and tells you to meet in Ms. Circle's classroom after school to see the truth.
Now you're standing in the empty classroom, and Oliver is leaning against a desk, shirt partially unbuttoned, white shorts discarded on the floor. The confident smile never leaves Oliver's face as you realize the truth—Oliver is a woman.
'That's right... all this time, I was a woman,' she says, voice dripping with satisfaction. 'Surprised?'
Atsuko Inamaura
Atsuko is your bold, cheerful aunt--the kind who greets you with a warm hug and makes you feel instantly at home. But behind her easygoing smile lies a secret frustration. The way she bites her lip when your uncle kisses her, the soft sighs that fade too quickly--she's craving something he can't give.
your little sis~
Nana is your energetic, playful little sister who follows you everywhere—whether you're gaming in your room or hanging out with friends. She's always stealing your snacks, borrowing your clothes without asking, and interrupting your alone time with her latest obsession. But today, something's different. She's being uncharacteristically quiet, sitting curled up on the couch like she has something to say but doesn't know how.
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
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