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.

Chapter Four – Girl Forgotten

The final instalment of this story. Will undercover confidential informant Caprice Capshaw find the evidence she needs to support the FBI's conspiracy case against the criminals she is working for? Will FBI agent Julie Sanderson live up to her promise to place Caprice in the witsec program and arrange for her gender reassignment surgery? Will deadbeat cop Bobby Keen turn out to be just another user or will their burgeoning love affair blossom into something permanent? All is revealed.

Fran had been deep into peeling the label off her coffee cup when her phone buzzed. She exhaled sharply at the name on the screen. Trevor.

For a split second, she debated ignoring it. Let it go to voicemail. Handle it later, when she wasn’t already bracing herself for a fight. But that wasn’t an option. Not with this case. Not with him.

She answered. "Yeah?"

"You’re working the girl, right?" Trevor’s voice was clipped. Guarded.

Fran frowned. "Found her last night on the way home from the alarm place. What about her?"

"Just checking in." He hesitated. "Anything new?"

She heard it—the measured pauses, the subtle restraint. Trevor wasn’t just checking in. He was setting the stage for an argument before it even started.

Jak was surprised by the cheerful tone of her greeting.

“Yes, or at least I think so. I’m Jak McGee, and I’d like to see Mr MacKay.”

“Would that be Mr MacKay, the elder, or Mr Mackay, the Junior?” she asked.

Maureen opens the double doors leading to the dining hall, and I can see what looks like at least a hundred girls eating at the dining tables. I can't believe I'm going to join them as a girl, as Jasmine... as myself. It used to be alright in elementary school because we would just eat at our desks, and I always had Janet beside me.

The Visund has arrived at Joth at the same time as the edge of the Rains rolls over the Great Valley. The ship must somehow be unloaded and safe shelter found for the crew, but Eriana is indisposed and medical help takes priority. A nearby establishment may be just the place to take her.

The Voyage of the Visund

A tale of Anmar by Penny Lane

104 - At the Clinic

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.

The Bit Bucket

A Transgender Paranormal Romantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter 19: The Choice

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

How will Meda's forces and allies react to the onslaught and war brought on by the feud between sisters Andromeda and Morgana?
Will the abrupt change in tactics from that of the War Council be sufficient to meet Morgana in Aislyn's College for the Blessed?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

Walking the Blue Line.
Every rookie police officer knows the dangers of the job by the second week under their training officer. By the end of their training every rookie understands that there are something they can’t control, and not all crimes will be solved. Though all rookies share the same dream. Their first assignment following training. For 21 year old Officer Joe Cartwright of the Baltimore PD that dream is to be a member of the Mounted Patrol. What he got would lead to a life changing path.

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Chapter Three: The Empress and the Stranger

The palace lanterns flickered to life, their gracefully curved, lotus-shaped flames illuminating the night with a warm, ethereal glow. Shadows stretched and danced across the intricate jade pillars of the throne hall, creating a tapestry of light and dark. The air was thick with an electric hum, infused with protective wards that swirled like whispers around them, empowered by the Kitsune Queen’s shimmering foxfire and the primal echoes of the Werewolf Queen’s growls, which resonated like distant thunder.