I converted the rest of my wallet to more of a woman’s wallet, including the other cards inside at least converting to show my new name, not knowing whether they were going to be good for anything. Then I grabbed some bag from my pile of other possessions and turned it into a small purse also matching my current outfit. I put my license in the wallet, my wallet in the purse, and also put my lipstick and phone in.

You’ve seen her caps, heard her singles and waited far too long! It’s time for the first chapter of Sissy Sassi’s mainline story! It’s currently the first of two, not counting all the singles and music videos! If you want to read and watch all the rest, subscribe to my patreon:
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The next morning, Tano woke up with a sense of anticipation instead of dread. The ache in his penis was pleasant rather than painful, and quickly turned to pleasure when he started touching himself. His pleasure quickly ran its course, and when it was over Tano was astonished by how clear-headed he felt.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies:
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic; but AI and Face Swapping does make me look much younger

Reawakening

I was 19 when I encountered a really hot girl at a club and left with her. But we never got to the point of having sex. We kissed and ran our mouths over each other, and during this time my date Kelly bit me hard on the neck. And that was the end of my life as Brad.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: 006-010
These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic; but AI and Face Swapping does make me look much younger.

My mouth and eyes were dry, sunlight through my parents window caused me to stir. I rubbed my eyes a little, after opening them I realised what a mistake that was. I had been wearing mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow last night and hadn't removed it prior to sleep. The black smudged transfer on my hands led me to expect the same on my face.

In this sequel to Gerald and Joan, with marital roles reversed, Gerald integrates into the world of women, while Joan assimilates into the world of men. To Joan’s dismay, Gerald’s evolution to womanhood liberates him from the cowering, femininized role he had enjoyed as her husband. A boneheaded scheme of Joan and her buddies backfires launching Gerald into the arms of a loving girlfriend.

James fidgeted in the examination room, the lace-edged bralette suddenly feeling far more noticeable under his t-shirt than it ever had at home. When Dr. Mercer knocked and entered, James instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, then immediately felt ridiculous.

The doctor, to his credit, didn’t bat an eye. "How’s the tenderness?" he asked, flipping open James’ chart.

"Better, honestly. The uh," James gestured vaguely at his chest, "support helps. A lot."

Dr. Mercer nodded approvingly. "Good. Let’s take a look."

I was a senior in high school when an underground gas leak led to a massive explosion in my neighborhood. The houses that weren’t immediately destroyed caught fire, and it was a while before they could put all the fire out. Everything for blocks was destroyed.

The houses were rebuilt, and I moved back into my family's house... alone.

I realized I didn’t want this. It wasn’t my house, my neighborhood, or my neighbors. They were all a bunch of imitations. The unique houses on my street had been replaced with a bunch of cookie-cutter copies sized like the originals, but not really like them otherwise. I was living in an imitation of the house I grew up in, without any of what made it special. I was alone, next to nobody I knew. The neighbors were strangers who bought the other rebuilt houses from the heirs of my former neighbors. It felt completely artificial, and I wanted to get away.

He found it difficult to settle back into work upon his return.

Even once his member returned to normal, there was a bewildering array of processes that he couldn't stop being aware of. The expansion and contraction of his chest, once an imitated habit meant to put humans at ease and now a biological necessity. Blinking, as apparently one's eyes were another body part that needed to remain moist. To say nothing of his first experience of defecation, which had been unpleasant.

Chapter 2: Finding My Name

The first time she saw him, it was the hair.

He sat alone at the edge of the open terrace, backlit by late afternoon sun and a mess of shimmering mahogany waves. It wasn’t just long, it was catching the wind like it had a personality all its own. His jaw was sharp, his frame lean but taut beneath a black linen shirt, but it was the hair that made her thighs press together under the café table.

I bolted from the scene, propelled not by a plan but by sheer instinct, my heart hammering in my chest. One moment, I was immersed in a discussion with a client about the intricacies of investment portfolios, dissecting market trends over carefully plated teriyaki salmon. The next, chaos erupted—a steel blade sliced through my meal, sending chunks of fish and grains of rice flying across the table like the aftermath of a violent crime. The clinking of silverware ceased abruptly, and my drink cascaded over my lap, a sticky reminder of the tumult around me.

Chapter One – Tribes

Transgender teen Alexandra Plessy moves to Masons Peak to complete her senior year and escape the growing social climate of discrimination and harassment in her previous school. She keeps her identity secret and has to navigate the challenges of being 'the new kid'. She piques the interest of 'The Karens', three middleclass, self-centered, overly entitled bullies who are determined to put her in her place.

I was born a girl here. At least, that’s what my parents said. When I inspected myself, I found myself to have a penis, but they seemed sure I was a girl.

A college cheerleader realizes that her femininity, good looks and sensuality are commodities that she can trade to improve her grades. With the help of her sister, she transforms from pretty boy to pretty girl and soon discovers that boys like her more than they should.

The next few days passed like the last few. He had me on my knees at his beck and call. It was usually twice a day. Always with the plug buzzing away. God, it made me horney. A few times, he played with me after or before he blew his load, but I could never be sure. I was getting frustrated.

Author's note: My WoL is a non-binary viera.

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3.0 - AFTER THE VAULT

Count Edmont retired with his sons to mourn privately, but there was no escape to be found from his grief, or mine, within these walls - I couldn't stop hearing the clatter of Count Edmont's cane as it fell to the floor, and him with it.

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