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Part 1: A Scrambled Signature
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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.

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.

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.

Getting Eldreth's approval still didn't solve the problem of how he was going to approach Karchak - actually asking to be fucked would put him at a significant disadvantage, which he was reluctant to do. He needed a way to put Karchak off-balance beforehand if he was going to maintain enough of his dignity to be worth the humiliation.

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.

This standalone story is my submission for the literotica Halloween contest, if you enjoy it, feel free to go over there and vote!
https://www.literotica.com/s/frat-house-feminization
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Chapter 8: Anna!

Say whatever he would about these changes to his body, there was no denying that through it all, Linus felt alive. For the first time since Beth’s betrayal, he actually felt emotion. Fear may have been the primary feeling, but at least his malaise was gone. This revelation gave him pause. Could what was happening be a good thing? Were the gods sending me a present? Am I being offered a new life? A chance to start over?

September 22, 2016, Fortis Beach, Florida

As midnight neared, a gibbous moon partially lit the fall equinox evening in a silvery glow. A warm breeze whispered across the cemetery's rolling hills, stirring the leaves of the ancient oak looming over the two young women.

"Justice delayed is justice denied."

Hi, my name was Stanley. I was born a male, but from as early as I can remember I felt like a girl inside. I remember playing dolls with a girl, Nancy, next door, at the age of four. I remember playing dress-up with my sister, Janice, at the age of five. We wore Mommy’s jewelry, put on lipstick, and tried to walk in her high heels. When in first grade, I would play with the girls during recess, instead of with the boys. They called me “sissy” and “pansy”, because they considered me to be effeminate.

Dear Readers, This is an apology and an explanation. I started Wildcat Fall earlier this year and realized it wasn't the story I wanted to tell. Here is a newly written chapter that integrates with the core of the original Wildcat Fall. This is the continuing saga. I would appreciate any feedback. Constructive criticism is important to me as I am rewriting this story. Thanks.
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