“Well,
here I am,”
Sam Wiesher thought standing before the ever famous Club Savor’em
of Pandora City. Night had fallen and the rather sizable club was all
lit up to attract customers, both new and old. He was one of the new
ones and like many of them who walked through the doors of the club
he wasn’t going to come back out. At least not as he currently was.
For
a city named after the Grecian legend of the box that contained hope
and all the evils of the world, Pandora City lived up to it

Tyler
let out a weak moan as he rolled over in bed, turning away from the
glimmering sunlight that threatened to interrupt his much needed
sleep. Just the very kiss of the soft morning light on his eyes was
like poison to him, the pretty boy’s head pounding from within at
the slightest sign of outer stimuli. The boy turned his face into
the soft pillow as best as he could without disturbing the source of
his troubles, the bloated, churning gut hanging from his middle,
grumbling with anger as

Ana
sighed as she leaned back on her couch, trying to quell the loud
growling of her dissenting stomach. It was late into the evening,
with nothing for her to eat around her house. Her pantry was left
barren by one too many binge eating sessions, her fridge looked as if
it never held a meal inside it its lifetime, and the last of her
stashed snacks had long since disappeared down her gullet that same
day. "Looks like I'm ordering out. AGAIN." She groaned,
pulling her phone out of her p

Tyler looked over himself one final time, intently
staring into the slightly dirty bathroom mirror. His makeup bottles
and tools were scattered haphazardly across the countertop as he
examined every inch of his feminine face for imperfections. Not that
he wasn’t already cute when he climbed out of bed in the morning,
but today was a little different; he had to fully sell himself as a
girl.
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Convention season was one of Tyler’s favorite times of
the year. Not only did he actively read

The scent of coffee
beans hit Bianca as she walked into her favorite coffee shop. The
buxom blonde let out a sigh of relief, the building's heat giving her
a long awaited reprieve from the chilling fall winds. The turn of
October was particularly brutal this year, and the 16 mph winds
weren't helping in that regard. However, the trek would be worth it
in just a few minutes, when she got the pumpkin-spice latte she had
been waiting for ever since the temperature started to plummet.

She moved