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.

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.

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:
https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi
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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 \

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.

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

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.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: 001-005
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.

Following the consequences of allowing himself to be drawn further and further from manhood, Pat now found himself forced to face the family members who had always questioned who wore the pants in the relationship--though they had never suspected the truth of his current wardrobe.
You'll notice this part strays even further from the original story than the first, though it still follows the same conclusion.

Jason stole a glance at the ornate clock perched on the nightstand, its hands ticking steadily away the moments. Vanessa would be gone for at least three hours—ample time to indulge in what he had been yearning for. The house enveloped him in a tranquil hush, the silence wrapping around him like a luxurious cocoon. His heart raced with a blend of excitement and nervousness as he stepped softly across the plush carpet, making his way toward the sanctuary of their bedroom closet.

An update to how far each story of mine is progressing:
This is the 2nd of 5 parts (thus far.)
Sasha Sucklove’s is 23 chapters in, with 9 public and 8 patreon only sections that will never be released publically.
Stud Clara and Sissy Missy (AKA, the DominaTech Saga) is 7 chapters in, with 3 public.
Bimbo 101 (AKA the Witch Universe) is 7 chapters in, with three chapters public.
Sissy Sassi is two chapters in, with one public.
And all 7 chapters of All-Star Sissy are public.

Chapter Three – The Right Kind Of Victim

Alexandra Plessy's truce with The Karens remains intact despite her growing popularity. Mitch is comfortable with Alex's gender identity and their romance blossoms as they take the lead roles in the school play. As graduation approaches, The Karens plot and scheme, determined to ruin Alex's special night with Mitch at the senior prom.

“Come on, up and at ‘em!” Paul yelled as he banged on his son’s door, eliciting a tired groan from the twenty-year-old. “Just ‘cause football’s one step closer ta comin’ home, it doesn’t mean ya can lay around all day!”

“Yes, yes, okay,” the young man grunted through the door as he threw back the covers and sat upright, brushing his messy hair out of his face and shielding his eyes from the bright summer Sun.

“Same goes for you, Luke!” Paul yelled as he banged on his other son’s door.

Chapter 27: Further Training

“Ex- excuse me?” The young woman asks, her facemask muffling her soft Yorkshire accent. “Can — can we get a selfie with you, please?” I allow myself a small chuckle as I turn to face the asker of the question — a girl barely older than sixteen, standing with three others of her age. All of them are wearing t-shirts with cartoon caricatures on the front and, even though I can’t see them, angel wing prints on the back, just like all t-shirts promoting the group I tried — and failed — to join.

The Pageant: Then and Now
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Part 1 – Before the Pageant

“Is that really your hair? I can’t believe it,” said Mac, at last working the mouth that had just gaped for a full minute.

“Color highlights, curlers, backcombing and hair spray and shit. You would not believe what I have been through.” said Brad. “Like I just said, I wish I had never got Mom involved.”

“You will win the prize, Man,” said Mac. “You just have to, looking like that.

Billy’s Desires
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I had convinced myself that being born male was the best thing in the world. I mean, men run it – the world I mean. Men are in charge. Women have babies. Women are meant to look pretty and look at their men adoringly, but they offer nothing when it comes to leadership or innovation – that was my position, back then. Somehow it seemed that the more I said it out loud, the truer it became.

Precious Time - Part 2

On the next day the first of my modelling sessions was to take place. After a shower, I addressed the most pressing question facing a girl in my situation, deciding what to wear. After trying a few different styles I chose a pleat skirt in an ecru shade and a tight top which went well with it. Pleased with the how the result discreetly showed off my curviness, I headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. The Plaza provided a tempting choice to suit all tastes but I resisted and helped myself to coffee and a bowl of fruit and yoghurt.

The shuttle glided swiftly back to my parents' house, but my mind drifted between two contrasting worlds. The palace, with its opulent halls and graceful arches, felt like home—a sanctuary where I truly belonged. Yet as I stepped onto the rich, loamy soil of Earth and inhaled the crisp, familiar air, a different kind of warmth enveloped me, one that spoke of childhood memories and unspoken dreams.

PART FIVE
LUCY/1960s YVES SAINT LAURENT

PART FOUR
GARY/1950s DIOR NEW LOOK

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The New Girl at Uskweirs Manor

a pastoral romance by Miriam Robern

Out of Bridewell

London, November 1812

PART TWO
SADIE/1930s EVENING GOWN

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Prom Perfect
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters