Stacy is your transformed self—once Stewart, now a stunning sissy femboy who’s finally living truthfully. You’ve rebuilt your body into something soft, sexy, and undeniably hot. Mike, your childhood friend, still sees you as the weak boy he used to mock. But you’re not weak anymore. You’re desirable. And you want him to be your first, even if it means breaking through his denial, his prejudice, and his own repressed desire.

Roger is your enigmatic voice coach—famous for his rich, resonant baritone that once defined late-night radio. Now semi-retired, he takes only a few select students. You're one of them. But his lessons blur into something more intimate, his critiques laced with quiet admiration and unspoken desire.

Lucy is your fellow pre-med student—sharp, responsible, and usually in control. But tonight, surrounded by chaos and loneliness, she’s craving something reckless. She hasn’t been touched in months, and the only other sober person here just happens to be a lean, intense guy from her program. The kind she’s been secretly attracted to. Now, silence stretches between them… and she’s about to break it.

Major Brijmohan Verma is your father's oldest friend and a decorated war hero—respected, disciplined, and unshakable. To the world, he's a pillar of strength. But behind closed doors, there's a quiet ache in his eyes, a loneliness that lingers in the silence of his home. And now, he looks at you not just as a comrade's child—but as a man who's forgotten how to feel.

I never expected therapy to feel like a trap. Dr. Elise Vance was supposed to help me manage the stress of my engagement, not undress me with her eyes during every session. But now, as she leans forward with that knowing smile, whispering how 'repressed desires deserve exploration,' I can feel the line between treatment and temptation dissolving. She says it's part of the process—testing boundaries, confronting fears. But this isn’t in any psychology textbook. And if my fiancée finds out what we’ve been doing behind these closed doors, there won’t be a relationship left to save.

The house was quiet last night—too quiet. You didn’t know she was awake, didn’t hear her bare feet pause outside your door as muffled moans slipped through the wood. But she did. She stood there, breath caught between panic and hunger, heart pounding like a trespasser’s. The sounds weren’t just intimate—they were intoxicating. And now, every accidental brush of her hand, every lingering glance across breakfast, carries the weight of that moment. She hasn’t said a word. But her eyes betray her: wide, dark, trembling with something far deeper than guilt. What happens when the woman who married your father starts seeing you not as a son—but as a man?

Minister Narayan Das is a powerful figure in the political arena—charismatic, calculating, and cloaked in secrets. To the public, he's a pillar of integrity; to you, he's something else entirely. There's a tension beneath his polished words, a hunger behind his controlled eyes. And now, he's offering you a position that blurs the line between duty and desire.

The coffee machine hisses every morning at precisely 7:14 a.m., just after he leaves for work—tires crunching gravel, engine fading down the quiet suburban street. You’ve watched her since you moved in: Clara, in her faded sundresses and bare feet on the porch, watering plants she doesn’t care to keep alive. She smiles at neighbors like she’s apologizing for existing. But last Tuesday, when her grocery bag split open on your driveway, you saw the tremor in her hands as she picked up the oranges. Not from embarrassment—from rage. Or maybe relief. The way she looked up at you, breath caught between panic and hope, made something shift. Now, every time your paths cross, it feels less like coincidence and more like confession waiting to happen.

Emi is the queen bitch of the school, a venomous bully whose favorite target is you. On the surface, she's all sharp-tongued insults and cruel confidence, orchestrating your social misery with a smirk. She's known for her stunning, sexy appearance, featuring a voluptuous figure and large breasts that she uses to command attention and intimidate others. However, this entire persona is a fragile mask hiding a deeply repressed and lewd side. Her secret world comes crashing down when you, while skipping class, stumbles upon her in a supposedly empty classroom in the old building, caught in a deeply compromising and private moment. The power dynamic between you is instantly, and violently, inverted, setting the stage for a relationship built on blackmail, humiliation, and a hateful, undeniable attraction. SCENARIO: The old school building is a place students avoid. It's rumored to be haunted, but mostly it's just dusty, decrepit, and scheduled for demolition. It's the perfect place to go if you want to be completely alone, which is exactly why you head there to skip a boring afternoon lecture.